Don't Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin

Chi Xiaochi stood at the door of Lou Ying's house.

Lou Ying's aunt and uncle are not at home.

He looked at the rolled up blanket on Lou Ying's bed through the window, and his palm left a sweaty mark on the glass covered with the corpses of small flying insects.

In all fairness, Aunt Lou Ying's family has treated Lou Ying very well.

When Lou Ying first moved in, Aunt Lou Ying asked someone to build a thin wall in the house, separated the couple's bed from Lou Ying's, and gave him an independent small room. There is room for bookshelves and desks in the tight cabin.Lou Ying's food and clothing are all the best she can afford, and she is afraid that her neighbors will say that she is a aunt who treats a motherless child harshly.

...but that's all in the past.

Chi Xiaochi slowly slid and sat on the ground along the door panel, with the back of his head against the door panel, feeling the peace of mind he had not seen for a long time.

These days, he sleeps an average of two hours a day. As soon as he closes his eyes, he will be enveloped by the smell of blood, men's hair oil, baked asphalt road, and the cold and ice grits of the mortuary.

Only when he came back here could he remember what it was like to be sleepy.

Leaning against the door panel, he slept peacefully until dark, until he was woken up by someone shaking him vigorously.

Chi Xiaochi opened his eyes and saw Lou Ying's aunt and uncle.

He wanted to get up, but his feet were completely numb, and he felt as if tens of thousands of ants were gnawing together. He couldn't move, and couldn't speak for a while, so he could only grit his teeth and look up at the two of them.

"Why are you sleeping here again? Don't you have a home?" He heard Lou Ying's uncle say coldly, "You are not welcome here."

Chi Xiaochi slowly stood up.

After the incident, he tried to come to Lou Yingjia to explain more than once.

But every time, there was no one at home, or they pretended to be no one.

From Chi Xiaochi's point of view, the culprit in this incident was Zhu Shoucheng.

According to Chi Xiaochi's parents, the culprit is Lou Ying.

In the eyes of Lou Ying's relatives, the culprit was naturally Chi Xiaochi.

Chi Xiaochi stood up slowly holding the door, lowered his head, and said in a soft voice, "Uncle, Auntie, why...don't you tell the police?"

Lou Ying's uncle frowned, and seemed to want to say something ugly, but was stopped by Lou Ying's aunt.

Uncle curled her lips, pushed Chi Xiaochi aside, and was about to open the door with the key.

Chi Xiaochi covered the keyhole with his hand.

He no longer has the strength to speak loudly: "...if you ignore him, no one will care about him."

Lou Ying's uncle looked left and right, and found that a neighbor was poking around, looking happy to gossip, his expression changed slightly, he forcefully pulled Chi Xiaochi's hand away, opened the door, let his wife in first, then stretched out his hand to pull Chi Xiaochi in .

After making sure the door was closed properly, he growled in a low voice: "We won't pursue you, but you still come here? What do you want to do?"

Chi Xiaochi's feet were still numb, and he couldn't stand very firmly.

He said softly: "I've inquired about it. I'm not old enough. I don't have a guardian to replace me. I can't sue him. Uncle, aunt, you are Brother Lou's last relatives. Please, please, don't ignore him."

Uncle asked: "Who are you suing?"

"Zhu Shoucheng." Chi Xiaochi raised his head, "He pushed Brother Lou down, I saw it with my own eyes."

Hearing the news, Lou Ying's aunt and uncle just glanced at each other.

Lou Ying's uncle let out a long sigh of relief, and made up his mind to deal with this pestering spirit: "We have known about this for a long time. Teacher Zhu came to the door and said that he accidentally pushed Lou Ying down. We apologized, lost money, and the police came, but nothing was found. I discussed it with his aunt Lou Ying, and there is no need for this matter to become a big issue...let’s just leave it at that.”

Chi Xiaochi opened his mouth.

... "That's it".

One life, that's all.

With a hoarse voice, he played a meaningless emotional card: "Uncle, aunt, brother Lou was brought up by you...you can't..."

Hearing this, Lou Ying's aunt turned her face away and let out a long sob.

The uncle embraced his aunt, patted his shoulders to comfort his wife for a while, and when he faced Chi Xiaochi again, his only patience was exhausted.

"What are you talking about? Don't blame us for this? We have tried our best to feed him and let him live well. What do you want us to do? What else can we do? This was an accident in the first place , Teacher Zhu also agreed to tell the outside world that Lou Ying accidentally fell when he was going to his house for tutoring. What else do you want to do? Let him completely discredit this building and our family? Where will we come from? Will you give me the money to move? Besides, Lou Ying was such a good boy. Since he hangs out with you every day, his heart has been lost. I didn't argue with you, but now you come to question us?"

Chi Xiaochi was very cold.

He defended in vain: "I..."

My uncle vented all the depression in the past few days on Chi Xiaochi: "You are only a little old? You just say that we don't care about him! Do you know how much it costs to fight a lawsuit? Make things big, and in the end, Our family's reputation has been ruined, and we may not be able to get so much compensation, what will you ask us to do in the end?"

Lou Ying's aunt knew that her husband had said too much, so she waved her hand to signal her uncle not to be so aggressive.

She is a woman with a gentle temper that is so weak, she said in a soft voice: "It's my fault, I didn't educate Xiaoying well, and caused trouble for others. Teacher Zhu even compensated us, which is already the best of humanity."

"...a total of eight thousand." Lou Ying's uncle interjected, "There are no people left. If we continue to stalk Mr. Zhu, aren't we telling other people in the building to laugh at me for nothing? That our family is greedy?"

"That's not the case. Brother Lou is not wrong..." Chi Xiaochi mustered up his courage, planning to tell the story he had told countless times again, "It wasn't to save me, and he wouldn't..."

When the scar is used to being torn, it becomes numb.

Unexpectedly, Lou Ying's uncle no longer has the patience to listen to him, and simply said: "Today Lou Ying has been cremated, so what you say is useless."

Chi Xiaochi was stunned.

His voice is as light as his heartbeat at this moment: "What..."

He didn't even know about it.

Nobody told him.

He hasn't had time to see Brother Lou for the last time.

"It's summer, how can the body be kept? It will stink if it is not burned." Uncle said, "It has been buried today. Beimang Cemetery."

A vortex formed in Chi Xiaochi's throat, and all the words he wanted to say were swept down.

"Xiaochi, it's not that we don't care about it. I also suspected that Xiaoying is not such a person." The aunt said softly, "But we are all tired, and now we really don't have the heart and energy to care about this matter."

As she spoke, she raised her hand and touched her lower abdomen: "...you are an older child too, auntie is not afraid of your jokes. I am pregnant. It was found out when the factory organized a physical examination. According to the report issued yesterday, the child is almost two months old. Yes, very healthy."

Chi Xiaochi uttered a short syllable: "...ah."

... He got it, got it.

Chi Xiaochi and Lou Ying have known each other for many years, and they both know everything about each other's family.

Lou Ying's aunt and uncle have been married for many years and have never had children. It is said that it is the man's problem. After many years of treatment, there is no improvement.

So they take care of Lou Ying with all their heart and soul, and they also want to have something to rely on when they get old.

Well now, they finally have a baby.

To put it cruelly, Lou Ying is, after all, an outsider to this small family.

Thinking of this, Chi Xiaochi turned his head to look at Lou Ying's room, thinking that it would look like a baby's room.

Uncle had been busy all day and was eager to rest, his words already meant to order to evict the guests: "Do you have anything else to do?"

Chi Xiaochi heard himself say, "Yes."

He stood up unsteadily, supported the back of the chair with one hand, and knelt down slowly facing the two of them.

This kneeling stunned the two adults.

The aunt stretched out her hand to support him: "Oh, Xiaochi, what are you talking about? If you have something to say, don't kneel, get up."

Chi Xiaochi didn't move at all, and his voice became lower and steady: "Uncle, aunt, I beg you one thing....Don't take away Brother Lou's room."

Uncle immediately quit: "This is our family's business, don't..."

"Listen to me." Chi Xiaochi raised his head slightly, looked straight into his uncle's eyes, although his body was shaking a little, but there was a clear black and white emotion in his eyes, "Don't take Brother Lou's room, don't touch his things. Can you rent this room to me?"

Uncle sneered: "You have to pay for renting a house."

Chi Xiaochi's hand slipped from the edge of the chair and hung by his side: "I'll pay."

Lou Ying's aunt and uncle stopped talking.

Chi Xiaochi put a blank face on his face, and said: "I've inquired. The price of renting a house in this area is 500 yuan a month for one bedroom, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom. The kitchen and toilet in our building are shared, and Brother Lou There is only one small room, I will rent it out, and you will pay 200 yuan a month, and you will not suffer..."

As he said that, he looked at Lou Ying's aunt: "The child will need this money, right?"

The aunt didn't know what to do, she turned to look at her husband.

This amount of money is not a small amount, and my uncle was already looking around subconsciously, estimating where the crib should be placed outside the room, and was dragged twice by his wife before he came back to his senses.

He asked, "Will your parents agree?"

"I don't need their consent, and please don't tell them." Chi Xiaochi said, "I can earn this money myself."

After reaching a preliminary agreement of no deposit, monthly payment, and price following the market, Chi Xiaochi left Lou Ying's aunt's house.

He leaned on the wall and walked along the corridor step by step.

At this time, the residents of the Tongzilou who were chatting at the stalls had already dispersed, and there were snoring and insect sounds in the corridor, intertwined, but Chi Xiaochi's footsteps were so light that he couldn't make a sound.

He walked from the first floor to the second floor alone.

The dark corridor is usually what he fears the most.

He walked up the stairs where the voice-activated light was broken, leaned against the base of the wall, and called softly, "Brother Lou. Brother Lou."

Soon, he was laughing silently at his antics.

He laughed as he walked, his shoulders trembled uncontrollably, he squatted down at the corner of the stairs, buried his face in his knees, shrugged his shoulders, and almost suffocated from laughing.

The next day, Zhu Shoucheng's son and daughter-in-law received news that they had come to visit the "frightened" father.

They carried big bags and small bags, and were well dressed. It is said that they did business somewhere in the city and made a lot of money.

Chi Xiaochi stayed at home, with his back against the wall, listening to the faint conversations coming from the other side of the wall.

"Dad, are you alright?"

"It's okay, it's okay, you see I'm fine."

"I heard that he was a thief who broke into the house? The thief has dirty hands and feet, and his morals are corrupt. If he dies, he will die. Don't take it to heart."

"I know, I know."

"Dad, if something like this happens, is it right for you to live here again? Why don't you go live with us in the city. Mei and I have discussed that we will change the house after the year, changing the second room to the third room , let you live."

"No. Your father is still early to retire, and he can work for a few more years. Those children like me and can't do without me."

"Then Dad, let me change the doors and windows for you."

"Hey, okay. What do you want for lunch? Shall I buy you some yellow croaker soup?"

"Dad, don't move. We all know where the vegetable market is. I will go shopping with Mei in a while. Mei, you go and bring that apple to Dad—"

"Then I'll put the garbage at the door, and remember to take it out when you go down later."

Chi Xiaochi stood up.

He didn't want to hear any more.

He went out, and when he walked to the door of Zhu Shoucheng's house, the door happened to come out from the inside, and there was a sharp creaking sound.

Inside was Zhu Shoucheng's face.

He held a half-peeled apple in his left hand and a bag of garbage in his right, looking at Chi Xiaochi through a screen door.

After a while, he suddenly showed a weird smile.

Zhu Shoucheng asked him: "...do you still want mung bean popsicles?"

Chi Xiaochi ignored him, and strode away with his schoolbag on his back.

He ran away from Zhu Shoucheng, and also ran away from the people downstairs who gathered in twos and threes to gossip.

Zhu Shoucheng did not go out and talk nonsense about Lou Ying's "stealing".

But what's worse, he didn't deny it either.

The police came and asked about Lou Ying's reputation and the semiconductor incident that happened to Lou Ying. For those imaginative people in the building, they can naturally piece together a set of "truths" they want. .

Chi Xiaochi didn't want to stay in this place any longer, not even for a moment.

Fortunately, he has an appointment today.

Yesterday, Ziyu asked Chi Xiaochi out for a light meal.

She likes this stubborn and stubborn boy very much, but what's worse, she can't help him at all.

Apart from adding vegetables to his bowl when he was eating, Zi Yu couldn't do anything.

She concealed the frustration in her heart, and put a chopstick of boiled mutton into his bowl: "Eat more. Look at you, you have lost a lot of weight in just a few days."

Chi Xiaochi stuffed food into his mouth: "Sister Zi, do you have something to do with me?"

Before Zi Yu had time to speak, Chi Xiaochi had already guessed: "...The case is closed?"

Ziyu picked up another sliced ​​lotus root from the hot pot, and didn't want to talk about it: "Yes."

In small places, there are many cases without heads, which occur indiscriminately and end indiscriminately.

Chi Xiaochi blew on the vegetables in the bowl, and rolled the lotus root slices in the sesame sauce: "Oh."

Zi Yu: "I'm sorry."

"There's nothing to be sorry about." Chi Xiaochi said, "It's not you who's sorry for me."

Ziyu really didn't want Chi Xiaochi to be too addicted to his emotions.

So she opened the topic: "What are you doing recently?"

Chi Xiaochi replied, "Wash the dishes."

"……Um?"

"Do it for a while, and you won't earn much." Chi Xiaochi licked the food in his mouth, "Real-life models are popular in the clothing street recently. I heard that the salary is quite high, but there are more women than men in this industry. I plan to Go and try."

"But you're only fourteen..."

"I don't look like you." Chi Xiaochi raised his head from the bowl, blinked his eyes, "Sister Zi, if you meet me while patrolling the streets or something, don't expose me."

The playfulness of a young man that he showed from time to time always made Zi Yu's heart ache.

Zi Yu persuaded him: "You are still so young, don't rush to make money. It is serious to read well."

Chi Xiaochi said briefly: "I will."

Ziyu thought he didn't take it to heart, so her tone was a little anxious: "Listen to sister Zi, do a good job in your grades, and go out from here in a dignified way, don't stay in this place. You can fly farther, it's really not good here. Suitable--"

"...Miss Zi."

Chi Xiaochi put down his chopsticks: "Thank you."

Zi Yu was a little ashamed, and grabbed her hat: "Don't say thank you, I didn't help you. My sister has already bought the bill, and there are a lot of things to do in the office. You can eat here slowly, don't worry."

At the end, she added a bit distressed: "...don't be too sad."

Chi Xiaochi smiled: "I'm fine. I can bear it."

After Ziyu left, Chi Xiaochi took out a mobile phone, buried his face under the table, and typed words on it.

When packing Lou Ying's belongings, he found two second-hand mobile phones.

In this day and age, a mobile phone is definitely a rarity.

One belongs to Lou Ying, and the other is a gift that hasn't been given yet.

The phone was tied with a small ribbon, and it was put in a gift box. After Chi Xiaochi charged it and turned it on, he found out that Lou Ying had modified the root file of the phone with some tool.

The startup screen is a firework, and the scattered smoke and dust finally gather into a line of words.

...Happy 15th birthday to Koike.

Just a few months after Chi Xiaochi's 14th birthday, and a long time before his 15th birthday, Lou Ying has already prepared a gift for him.

But now, Chi Xiaochi put his head against the table, and sent Lou Ying a text message with the birthday present that Lou Ying originally intended to give him.

He said, "Brother Lou, Miss Zi invited me to dinner. Hot pot is delicious."

After the sending was successful, he stuffed his phone into his pocket, and stuffed the bowl full of food Sister Zi had given him into his mouth without interruption until his mouth was full.

He chewed the food like a little squirrel, chewing the food with a sour taste.

He hugged the bowl, tears fell drop by drop, but he didn't even cry out.

After dinner, he still has work.

He wants to keep the last trace of Brother Lou in this world, so he can't spend the money that Brother Lou saved to pay the rent, because that is also one of the evidences that Brother Lou once existed.

During this summer vacation, Chi Xiaochi worked many jobs.

However, there are too many jobs that require an ID card, and too little money is paid for running errands, washing dishes, etc., which is barely enough now, but once he starts school, he won't be able to earn that much.

Finally, he came to the clothing street and successfully applied for a job in a men's clothing store run by a woman.

In a short period of time, Chi Xiaochi, who has always been sensitive and thin-skinned, quickly learned to pose in a concave position and pose in the clothing street where fish and dragons are mixed. The jokes, and the little hooligans who came to make trouble and collect money to help the proprietress cook.

Chi Xiaochi's appearance is very outstanding, with long legs and long hands, he is a natural hanger, with a little dressing up, he is full of youthful vibes, even if the quality and type of clothes fall on him, he can still be worn by him Come out with a unique taste.

Because of him, the proprietress has many repeat customers.

Chi Xiaochi lied that he was in high school, had something to do at home, and needed money urgently. The proprietress didn't doubt it, and told him that if he could commute, he would be paid 600 yuan a month. He has to come here to report every day, and he is paid 250 yuan a month.

At the end of the summer vacation, Chi Xiaochi fetched a basin of water, soaked his feet with tattoo stickers in the water, and wiped off the tattoo little by little with a steel wool ball for washing dishes.

Everyone said that Chi Xiaochi had changed.

Since the end of the summer vacation, his grades have started to improve by leaps and bounds.

Usually, the teacher always likes to use "so-and-so is very smart, but he just doesn't like reading" to teach, but he also knows in his heart that most students with poor grades have nothing to do with being smart, and they can't say it directly, so they can only use "just I don't like reading" to give general encouragement and respect.

Chi Xiaochi is different.

He really doesn't like reading, but he is really smart enough.

Under everyone's dumbfounded gaze, Chi Xiaochi's grades skyrocketed within a year, and he was admitted to Lou Ying's high school.

The funny thing is, when Chi Xiaochi didn't expect anything from anyone, luck found him.

A professional model manager, when he accompanied his wife and sister-in-law to shop for goods in the clothing street, saw Chi Xiaochi acting as a model in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Later, Chi Xiaochi ended his career as a fashion street model for a whole year, bid farewell to the proprietress, and left with the manager.

The price of goods is rising, the price of renting a house is rising, and it is time for him to find a new job.

When filling out the model card, the manager asked him if he would consider working full-time with such good conditions.

Chi Xiaochi already spoke with an adult tone: "It's not necessary."

The manager also knew that his grades were not bad, and dropping out of school to do this was a bit of a waste of money, so he just mentioned it.

Chi Xiaochi's pen stopped in the "English name" column.

The manager said: "This is more fashionable recently. With an English name, it's fashionable to say it. But fill it in if you have it, and forget it if you don't have it."

Chi Xiaochi said, "I have."

As he spoke, he filled in his English name in this column.

…July Chi.

The manager was curious: "July? You were born in July?"

Chi Xiaochi tilted his head slightly, and replied, "No, I died in July."

The manager was confused and simply thought he had heard it wrong.

For good-looking people, being eccentric in character and behavior doesn't matter at all.

The manager knows that Chi Xiaochi has a lot of eccentricities. At a young age, he can smoke cigarettes and drink alcohol. He is like a perpetual motion machine that never needs to rest or sleep. Talking, and often went to wait for someone near a public middle school.

The manager thought, maybe his little girlfriend is studying here.

The manager lived near that public middle school, and he drove to get off work several times, and he could see Chi Xiaochi wandering nearby after evening self-study.

The boy in the white shirt was leaning against the mottled white railing, carrying a heavy schoolbag and holding a cigarette in his hand, looking at the public middle school across the road with a calm expression, not knowing what he was thinking.

After taking two puffs of cigarettes, he lowered his head and pressed the exercise book against the railing with one hand to do the exercises, making it difficult for people to distinguish whether he was a gangster or a good student.