Qing Leng Xianzun is always ready to run

Dream duckweed will never forget that dusk, it is so long and endless that people forget the time.

In the extreme north of the human world, the summer days are long, but at the junction of the human world and the devil world, half a year of extreme daylight is endless dusk.

The setting sun hangs feebly at the end of the street, pulling people's shadows obliquely into a long strip. The prostitutes on the street are soliciting customers, and their little bastards are running all over the street. The screams of children make prostitutes //Customers are getting impatient.

"Can't you take good care of the little bastards you gave birth to? What if you startled the guests? You didn't buy you for nothing. If you don't pick up customers today, tomorrow I'll strangle your little bastards to death!"

The old bustard swearing on the street made the whore//client even more upset, he put his arms around the girl standing by the street, threw a bunch of copper coins to the old bustard, and said to her: "Tonight is all night, don't bother me."

The old bustard looked at the copper plate in his hand with a smile, nodded and said, "Don't disturb, of course you won't disturb."

A child behind him screamed, "Mom! Look! We've got a bird's egg!"

Whoring//The customer is even more annoyed.

He went to the flower building to have fun, not to watch prostitutes//women raise children, he casually took out a steamed bun from his pocket, threw it at the child, and said impatiently: "Your mother is not free!"

The boy was so hungry that he would have eaten a bird's egg with his mother, but—

Mother is not free tonight.

The child lowered his head a little aggrieved, but still looked at the steamed buns on the ground helplessly, then pounced and put the steamed buns into his arms.

"Give it to Xiao Cui." The child said to himself, "Xiao Cui likes to eat steamed buns."

With his red eyes open, he watched the ugly whore//client enter the room with his mother in his arms.

He tilted his head and muttered to himself, "Mother has to work, so I can't disturb her."

His red eyes showed his identity. He was a hybrid born of demons and humans, and he was destined to be despised by everyone.

Meng Luping has wondered since she was a child, why her mother's eyes are lifeless and pitch-black, while her own and her sister's eyes are red?

When he was young, he didn't understand it very well. After he grew up, he saw with his own eyes the strong man in the flower building gouging out the eyes of a demon girl and replacing them with dark prosthetic eyes. Then he realized what kind of world he was living in. in a cruel world.

Meng Duckweed is not surnamed Meng, and the demons have never had a surname. His mother is a girl named Ameng in Hualou. Names like duckweed.

Two years later, Ah Meng gave birth to a girl again. She hoped that the girl would be as precious as emerald and not be as lowly as herself, so she named the girl Emerald.

Although Ah Meng is a prostitute//girl in the flower building, she gave all her love to her two children. The old man treated her harshly and did not give her enough food. Eat next time, let your children have a meal every meal.

Sometimes when the guests order food in the room, Ah Meng will deliberately leave a lot of food, and after the guests leave, they will give them all to their sons and daughters.

She has never seen what her children look like, but she loves them, she can hear the sound of the children gobbling, and she can imagine her children's round belly and chubby little face, thinking of this, Ah The bitterness in Meng's heart can be slightly weakened.

Brother and sister Meng Luping and Meng Feicui had at least one not-so-dismal childhood.

But when Meng Luping was eight years old, Miss Ameng contracted a serious illness and died. Naturally, the old bust couldn't tolerate the two oil bottles who only knew how to eat rice, and directly drove them out.

Since then, the brother and sister can only wander in the streets.

Life on the street was not easy. The half-human-devil brother and sister were bullied by other children. If they disagreed, they would be beaten up.

"Look, their eyes are red, and they are demons who can eat people."

They obviously still have human blood, but the blood-red eyes they were born with have deprived them of the right to live as human beings, and they can only be bullied by others.

Eight-year-old Meng Luping was begging in the street with her younger sister in her arms. She couldn't get half a steamed bun in a day, and was beaten by other children on the street instead.

They are obviously also the children of prostitutes, and they are looked down upon.

Others looked down on them, so they looked down on Meng Duckweed brothers and sisters and vented their anger on them.

Meng Duckweed was young, and she brought a sister who would fall when she walked, so she was powerless to fight against them, so she could only be beaten up with a black nose and face, and then went to the river outside the city to wash in the evening sun.

His stomach was growling with hunger, and he could only drink river water to satisfy his hunger.

He didn't know how he got through the past few years, relying on his mother's former sisters to help him occasionally?By digging grass roots?By digging out bird eggs?

Sometimes picking out bird eggs may not be enough to eat. Children on the street watched him sneaking down from the tree and knew that he must have pulled out something good from the bird's nest.

The children surrounded him and said with a smile: "Hand over the bird eggs."

Meng Duckweed frowned and refused to hand it over.

Xiaocui has been hungry for two days, as the elder brother, he must at least give her a full meal.

"No, I paid for it, why should I give it to you?"

"Just because you are a slut from the demon clan."

The child punched Meng Duckweed in the face, then kicked it again, and shouted, "Hand over the egg!"

Meng Duckweed spat out a mouthful of blood, gritted her teeth and said, "No!"

He got punched again.

Meng Feicui, who was sitting under a tree in the distance, saw her brother being beaten, and ran to Meng Duckweed's side with strides, opened her arms, and said to the group of children, "Don't hit my brother!"

"Yo, who's here? Sister Xiaoyao is here." The child laughed and said, "Your mother is a prostitute//woman, and you will be a prostitute//woman in the future. Instead of being hungry and full here, you might as well sell yourself as soon as possible Come on, I heard that some men like children."

The child's words were unrestrained, which directly hurt Meng Luping's heart. He struggled to get up, and punched the child in the face: "I hate your father!" Meng Luping cursed: "You deserve it too!" so?"

"You still dare to hit me?" The child punched Meng Duckweed in the face again, and called other children to punch and kick him, and said while beating and scolding: "You demons are just prostitutes//girls Is it Master Rabbit? In the future, you two, brother and sister, may be together—"

The filthy words hurt Meng Duckweed's heart. He was full of anger, but he was pressed to the ground and beaten viciously.

He feels like his bones are going to crack, he feels like he won't be able to get out of bed for days - this is the norm, beating him is already the fun of the street kids.

At this moment, a voice sounded——

"stop!"

Meng Duckweed looked in the direction of the sound.

The man was carrying the setting sun behind his back, so he couldn't see his face clearly. Meng Luping only knew that the man was not much taller than himself, his voice was hoarse, and he was in the juvenile stage of voice change, his eyes glowed red, and he was the same demon as him. people of the clan.

"Lang Xuesheng, you were kicked out as soon as your mother died. You can't protect yourself, and you still have this little bastard?"

Lang Xuesheng didn't care, and started fighting with the child.

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The author has something to say:

The love and hate in the previous life were written more intensely, but the sense of cp is still so weak. What's the matter, is the sense of cp metaphysics?