As a villain, he relies on coquettishness to rise to power

It's a hot summer day, and a big red sun hangs in the sky, which really makes people's faces turn red and their hearts beat fast.

In the old streets, you would see several people riding bicycles walking on the streets. These are all selling popsicles.

There is a large cabinet on the back of the bicycle, which contains ice cubes to freeze the popsicles. There were a lot of people buying it, and the price was still a few cents more expensive than what was sold in normal stores. But I couldn’t bear the fact that people were there everywhere, so I would ride a bicycle over here. No need to go to the store to buy it.

The people on the small streets are no better than those outside in the city. Some little kids are wearing long clothes with nothing on underneath. They are barefoot and run staggeringly to play with their friends.

A naked kid with no teeth even had a lollipop in his mouth, pointing happily at a girl in front of him, "Weird big sister, disobedient, fighting, bleeding, headache! "

Several children stopped and looked at the girl in front of them, with some fear and curiosity in their eyes.

The child's words made the girl facing her turn her head slightly. She lowered her eyebrows. The child looked at her in confusion, and their eyes met. The girl's pupils were extremely dark, and she looked deeply into his eyes. The girl's forehead was still bleeding.

The girl's face was very pale, and her big eyes were pitch black, with no emotion inside them, like a pool of stagnant water.

A very thin one, wearing the uniform of No. 3 Middle School. A white shirt with light blue patterns on the sleeves, and a light blue plaid skirt that reaches slightly down the thigh.

The white shirt was dirty, with a lot of dust on it, and it looked like traces of a fight.

The wound on his forehead was red and purple, looking extremely hideous and scary. Especially the blood flowing down reflected the girl's pale and lifeless face. The little brats and the girl looked at each other for a few times, and they were so frightened that they cried loudly. The lollipops in their hands were no longer fragrant, so they threw them away. run.

The brat who was teasing the girl before looked at each other and was so scared that he peed his pants.

Oh, I wasn't wearing pants in the first place.

A puddle of urine went directly to the floor.

The little kid cried loudly: "Ooooooooo, mommy, mommy!"

The girl opposite looked at the puddle of boy urine on the ground, frowned, turned around and left in disgust.

There is a small grocery store at the entrance of the street. There is a refrigerator outside the grocery store. Yu Mu walked over, and the owner of the grocery store was about to come over, but when he saw Yu Mu's injured forehead, he was shocked.

The owner of the grocery store came over and looked at Yumu up and down hesitantly. Before he could speak, the girl opposite had lowered her eyes and spoke calmly.

"A popsicle with red bean flavor." Her plain white fingertips pointed at the popsicle under the glass of the refrigerator window, and she tapped it.

Hearing this, the grocery store owner came back to his senses and said, "Oh, okay."

He took out the popsicle from the refrigerator and said, "Two yuan, WeChat or cash?"

"WeChat." Yumu replied calmly.

After taking out her mobile phone and scanning the code, she reached out and took the popsicle from the grocery store owner.

Turning around, he tore open the package and took a bite.

Bang hard.

She took a mouthful of it expressionlessly, then bit off a corner.

The hesitant voice of the grocery store owner came from behind, "Well, little girl!"

Yumu turned around and looked back at him calmly.

The grocery store owner looked at her and said, "Do you need me to call 110 for you?"

The injuries on this child's body looked like they had been beaten.

He didn't say a word and was still wearing his school uniform, so he might have been bullied in school.

The grocery store owner said again: "Forget it, I still want to call 120 and go to the hospital first!"

After saying that, the grocery store owner was about to take out his mobile phone and make a call.

Yumu said in a calm voice, "Thank you, no need."

After saying that, the slender and thin girl in front of him had turned and left.

Watching the girl leave, the owner of the grocery store sighed.

Today's children... don't say anything when they are wronged. It would be so distressing if their parents knew about it.

It is now around five o'clock in the afternoon, and many schools have already ended. Three or four students who came out walked together, bought snacks near the school, and walked home chatting while eating. There are also many people who are riding bicycles back, and the sound of bicycle bells "ring ring ring——" echoes in the streets and alleys.

Yumu walked alone in the alley and walked out of the alley unknowingly. According to the memory, Yumu walked to the path near his home.

Seeing his home so close, Yumu hesitated. She stood behind the telephone pole, biting the popsicle in her hand, and looked hesitantly at the home where the aroma of food was already wafting.

She reached out and touched her injured forehead.

Blood on hands.

I have no paper and nowhere to wipe myself.

If you go back like this, your mother will definitely remember you.

But she didn't want to go to the hospital.

Yumu pursed his lips and suddenly raised his head to look across the path.

There were very few people coming and going nearby, and it was extremely quiet at the moment.

When she raised her eyes, she happened to see the young man passing by on the other side of the path looking sideways at her.

The lazy sunshine dyes the colors of dusk, and the setting sun has gradually appeared. The beautiful snow-white boy is wearing a clean white shirt, pure black cufflinks, a touch of light blue on the sleeve edges, and pure black trousers that are straight and clean.

The broken hair brushed the eyebrows, and the long eyebrows were like willows, dyed with a touch of alienation and coldness, which made the young man's eyebrows delicate and unattainable.

He was carrying a black schoolbag and holding a thick book in his hand.

The pages of the book were opened. It seemed that he had been reading a book just now, but the moment he happened to raise his head, he and Yu Mu happened to look at each other.

Yumu had finished eating the popsicle in her hand, and she didn't have the habit of throwing away garbage, so she casually held the stick in her mouth.

The girl's forehead was still bleeding, green and purple, and she looked extremely ferocious, but the girl was still leaning on the telephone pole leisurely and indifferently, holding a wooden stick in her mouth, staring at the boy opposite with an expressionless face.

When the young man on the other side of the path saw Yumu looking at him, he closed his book.

Pursing his lips slightly, the beautiful young man said in a light and gentle voice: "You are injured."

Yumu said nothing.

Of course she knew she was hurt, and she was not a fool.

The pretty young man continued gently: "My house is right in front, why not go to my house and bandage your wounds first."

Hearing this, Yumu looked up at him. When the young man saw her looking at him, he looked at her with gentle brows and eyes, and his light amber pupils looked particularly gentle in the dusk sunlight.

Yumu pursed her lips slightly. She held her hands behind her back, pressed the edge of her skirt, and walked over step by step.

She held the wooden stick in her mouth and looked at the other person. Looking into those beautiful eyes, Yumu replied: "Okay, let's go."