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Chapter 1197 Chapter 1194·"You are a good person (Part 1)."

Lu Shu nodded. The list matched his memory. Mizushima Kawase should be investigating.

Looking at the fearful expressions of the crowd, he should have been happy about his revenge, but he didn't feel happy. He only felt disappointed.

——The man is gone. Who can repay the pain he endured?

...

Lu Shu stared at the trash can.

The trash cans on the street hide a lot of leftovers, maybe some leftovers and steamed buns.

"Who allowed you to buy junk food? Throw it away!" Just after school, a parent grabbed a child's ear and asked the child to throw away the spicy strips he just bought.

The child took a few bites and threw the remaining half of the spicy strips into the trash can.

"You..." Lu Shu wanted to speak, but the bag of spicy strips had already fallen into the layers of garbage and was stained with swill.

"Big brother, do you want to eat?" The child saw his expression.

The parents walked away with the child: "Xiao Dai, don't talk to such people. Such people have no home and don't look like good people. They will kidnap you. And he is dirty, don't dirty your new cotton-padded jacket."

"Why doesn't he wear a new cotton-padded jacket? Does he have no mother?" the child asked.

"Don't worry about it. It has nothing to do with you."

Lv Shu watched them go away in silence. He only felt a dull pain in his stomach, as if his organs were being torn apart, and acid water was bubbling up. Since he was kicked out of the ancient martial arts family, he has not eaten for four days. The wounds on his body have rotted and inflamed, and he has frostbite.

This is the nearest city he has arrived after four days of trekking alone.

"H City..." He muttered. But H City is still far away from Taihua Mountain. And even if he goes there, his enemies will not let him have an easy life. If he joins that good person, that good person will be implicated.

The sadness has almost become numb. In four days, even if it is difficult to accept the pain of losing a loved one. In order to live, he must bury the sorrow in his heart.

The towering city was extremely prosperous, and the aroma of grilled sausages and fried skewers wafted from the streets. He swallowed his saliva and walked a few steps towards the stall. The vendor frowned and looked at him.

"Scan the code to pay." The vendor pointed.

"Ah?" Lu Shu looked at the sign blankly. QR code... What is a QR code? What is scanning a code?

"Do you have money?" the vendor asked.

"I..." Lu Shu had nothing on him.

"Go away, don't block my stall." The vendor immediately told him to get out, so as not to affect the appetite of the people around him.

Lu Shu took a few steps back after being scolded, and looked at the traffic in front of him blankly. Everything was so strange. He didn't understand why the electronic screen on the building was scrolling, nor did he understand what the black squares in people's hands were. Why can you exchange food just by scanning it? He used ancient coins to trade in the mountains.

Children holding balloons, white-collar workers carrying briefcases, students rushing to catch the bus... all walked away from him. It was as if a huge moldy spot appeared on his body, and anyone who looked at it would get sick. But he looked carefully and found that there was no moldy spot on his body. He also took a bath by the stream and there was no smell. Why did everyone look at him like garbage?

Is there an invisible moldy spot on his body? Invisible and intangible, it follows him like a shadow. Or maybe the moldy spot is not on his body, but in people's retinas and imprinted in their brains.

As dusk fell, the setting sun fell, the lights came on one by one, and the aroma of food drifted in the wind. He walked blankly with his arms around his chest, shivering constantly.

He didn't know where he should go, he had no goal and no place to go. The laughing passers-by walked against him, as if he was walking in a colorful river.

Hunger tortured his reason. The young master of the Lu family had never been hungry, and he had never thought that he would walk out of the mountains. Everything in the outside world was new. He was like a fledgling suddenly thrown into a pond, flapping his wings desperately, but he didn't know how to fly.

He didn't look in the mirror, but he knew that the burns on his back must be unbearable to look at. A slight rubbing of the fabric would cause a stinging pain, and black blood and tissue fluid would drip down.

——Where can he go?

——Where is he going?

The 30-meter-high building was like an eagle overlooking ants. He looked up at the gray-blue sky and noticed for the first time that the sky was filled with smog, which almost suffocated people.

"Hey!" There was a sound of wheels from behind. It was the peddler.

Lu Shu shrank subconsciously. He had been treated too many coldly in the past few days. When he saw someone running towards him, he had a conditioned fear. What's more, this peddler just hated him so much. Was he going to beat him up?

The peddler stopped beside him, rummaged through the drawer, and took out a baked sweet potato and stuffed it into his hand.

"Eat it. It's not sold out today. I'm closing the stall, so I thought I'd give it to you."

The vendor's words stunned him.

The sweet potato in his hand was burning hot, and there was an unhealed knife wound on Lu Shu's palm, which was bleeding, but he didn't care about the pain. Perhaps he had been hungry for too long, and the string in his brain could no longer be tightened. The appetite dominated his brain, and he immediately buried his head in eating.

While eating, tears flowed down.

He had never eaten such food before. He never tired of fine food, mostly vegetarian and tea, and had never even eaten greasy broth, let alone such burnt food. If he ate it secretly, his grandfather would hit his palm with a bamboo board.

But now that grandpa is gone, vegetarian food and tea are no longer there. Even if he devours his head and eats this kind of food without looking like a handsome young man, no one can blame him anymore.

But he wanted an old man to stand in front of him, call his name, and hit his palm with a bamboo board. But even when he looked up, all he saw was the cold traffic lights and the evening breeze.

"Seeing as you're not old, stop wandering around the streets." Seeing Lu Shu devouring his food, the vendor said, "There are a lot of street children in the bridge over there. You can find some clothes with them... Oh, I don't care. It’s not that much, my mother is still waiting for the medicine money and she’s gone.”

The burden of life makes people breathless. There is no extra kindness in the city. It is better to pity yourself than to pity others.

Lu Shu finally felt that the clamoring pain in his stomach had subsided a little, but the burns on his back made him dizzy and his forehead was so hot that he almost fainted on the ground.

But even so, his grandfather taught him what to say.

"...Thank you." He murmured.

When you accept help from others, say thank you. This is true in the mountains and also in the city.

The sound of the wheels did not stop, and the hawker left without looking back. As far as the hawker was concerned, he could only help the street children to this extent.

That night, Lu Shu slept under the bridge.

There are indeed some street children here, but they will not accept an outsider with a fever, lest Lu Shu infect them. He could only stay in the coldest place on the outside, with the howling cold wind blowing, and fell asleep with the cloth he picked up as his pillow.

At least after sleeping... my stomach won't hurt so much.

The next day, he didn't wake up quickly.

Complications caused by burns came to me all at once today. His whole body ached, his forehead was hot, his chest was burning like a flame, and his back was so painful that it was breathless. He couldn't get up at all, and could only lie straight on the ground, like a dead corpse.

Cars are passing by, but no one pays attention to a homeless man lying on the ground. Who cares? What if a homeless man breaks out and hurts someone? What if the homeless man has an infectious disease?

"Help..." The cry for help was suppressed in his mouth, and he knew that no one would save him. From four days ago, there was no one in this world who would love him for free. And he couldn't afford any price. He was empty-handed and had nothing else, so how could he exchange for the love of others.

Curling up on the ground, he fell into a drowsy sleep again.

The cold and biting winter wind blew across my back, causing pain like a knife. His chest was burning, as if something was tearing apart his organs, cutting one piece, one piece, and another piece...

Go to sleep, wake up, go to sleep, wake up...

Nightmare rotation.

He was like a ghost in the city. During the few moments he was awake, he could only stare blankly at the sky outside the bridge, where there was a beautiful high-end community. He would often see teenagers around his age playing the piano and violin by the window, enjoying the caress and praise of their parents... It seemed so far away from him...

Happiness is theirs, he has nothing. He was like a mouse crawling under the bridge, lying in the gutter, looking at the distant sky. Obviously he and his peers in the city share the same sky, but they don't seem to be from the same world.

When he got better, he slowly got up. Even though his whole body was in terrible pain, he could not lie down anymore. Although he could drink water from the ground, he would starve to death without food.

He dragged his body as heavy as a sack and stared at the trash can again - the trash can where he hesitated when he first came to the city.

Maybe it's because of the city's poor management. The trash can hasn't been emptied yet. The bag of spicy strips is still in it, but it's rotten and smells like maggots.

Gudu.

But he swallowed shamefully.

The trembling hand stretched forward... He no longer had the strength to continue looking for food. If he wanted to live... he had to gain physical strength to survive...

Only then can... revenge.

The young man's spirit in the green eyes was gradually shattered, silt-like darkness fell into his eyes, and twisted paranoia began to grow... He finally abandoned his pride and stretched out his hand tremblingly.

Maybe he is destined to live in this world riddled with holes.

He obviously tried to fight - asking for help from the ancient martial arts family, reporting the crisis to his ancestors, and even asking ordinary people for help... but he failed. No matter what, you are stuck in the quagmire and unable to save yourself. The mildew spot seemed to have really appeared on his body, exuding a foul odor.

The moment he bit into it, he felt that he was swallowing the gentle young man from Mount Taihua.

Chewed the young man's pride, bit off the young man's edge, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it into his stomach. He felt that he was completely dead. He did not die on the day of blazing fire, but died in the rotten smell. In front of the trash can.

The moment he ate the garbage, he bit himself to death.

The first piece, the second piece, the third piece...

Half-bitten steamed buns, expired biscuits, spoiled food... In order to survive, he stuffed them all into his mouth. He didn't understand what infection was and what food poisoning was. Anyway, as long as he had it in his stomach, he should have strength. Already...

Those days lasted for a long time.

"The city is so big." He often thought so.

"There are electronic advertisements and QR codes everywhere that I can't understand. The city's aerial track is so high that I can't walk up it. I can't understand most of the scrolling advertisements."

"I don't know what the black boxes my peers are playing with are. I can only follow them from a distance and watch the various snacks they eat, hoping that they will eat the leftovers and throw them into the trash can."

"People say you can go to the hospital to see a doctor when you are sick, but what is medical insurance? What is an ID card... I don't seem to have one..."

He ate through garbage, slept under bridges, and curled up to endure the pain.

He tried to find a job, but as soon as he entered the store, people pinched his nose and kicked him out.

He thought about going to H City, but after taking a few steps, he realized that his enemies were still watching him suffer, and he couldn't cause trouble for good people.

The city is so big that he can't get out.

However, he never begged like other street children and always found food by himself. When you get sick, just carry it through.

What made him happy was that he found a toy knife that the child did not want in the trash can. When he has a little strength, he will practice sword practice. He can't do it with his hands. He has to go back for revenge...

Until one day, he saw a strand of white hair on his own.

"……Um?"

There are more and more gray hairs.

He didn't understand what this meant, and when all his black hair turned white, he thought it was nothing. Until one day while bathing by the river, he suddenly vomited blood and fainted.

Drowsily, he was thinking.

……it's over.

…

But when he wakes up.

He was lying on a clean and tidy bed, with an intravenous drip on his hand.

He was confused.

This is a hospital. He can't afford even just a box of medicine. How can he lie here.

But when he was about to jump out of the window and escape, the door opened. A man in police uniform stopped him and pulled him back to the bed.

"Hey, I saw you passed out by the river, so I sent you to the hospital. The doctor said you have a lot of problems, you know? Just treat yourself here, and I will pay for it." The man warned him.

Lu Shu opened his eyes wide and didn't understand why. Obviously everyone is reluctant to even part with a steamed bun, but this man paid so much money for a stranger?

"There is no reason. There are many bad people in this world, and there are also many good people. Now that I have seen it, I can't let it go. My salary is not enough to starve to death. I can save every one." The man turned around and took a big bag. , warm breath floated out:

"Here, this is the new cotton-padded jacket I just bought for you. You can try it on to see if it fits you. This is the porridge and roasted sweet potatoes I bought in front of the hospital. You haven't had hot food for a long time. Come and warm your stomach..."

After wandering for a long time, Lu Shu put on a well-fitting cotton-padded jacket for the first time. The sweet potato lay on his hand. The palm had been treated by a doctor and would no longer hurt.

"...Woo."

For the first time, he realized that this kind of food was so delicious. The previous time, everything he ate was tasteless, but this time, the sweet smell filled his mouth, and he was so happy that he wanted to cry.

The man stroked his head smoothly, his big hands were very warm: "You stay in my house first, and after your ID is obtained, I will take you to find a job. If you want to go to school, you can also work and study part-time."

"……Um."

He responded vaguely, and the sweet fragrance spread in his mouth. It turns out that there really is a savior for him in this world.

It turns out that in this world,

There are really...good people.

He didn't see the disease notice at the end of the bed, and even if he did, he couldn't understand it - what did the word "cancer" mean? He doesn't understand.

In short, it can't be worse than now.

He has met a good person, he can go to school, and his life will definitely... gradually get better.

He can live for a long, long time, which is great...