First Player

Chapter 1198 Chapter 1195·"You are a good person (middle)."

"Uncle, how do you pronounce this word?" Lu Shu read the pinyin in the textbook.

"This word is pronounced 'Su'." The man just came back from get off work, hung up his police uniform, and came to instruct him.

"So simplified Chinese characters are written like this..." Lu Shu silently memorized it.

"Come on, Xiaoshu, it's time for dinner." Half an hour later, the aroma of food came from the living room.

After studying for a day, Lu Shu immediately ran over to help the man with the bowl.

The man helped too many people and had no time to manage his marriage. He had always been alone. Now with Lu Shu, the family finally has a sense of fireworks.

"I've lived here for several months. Uncle, when will I find a job?" Lu Shu was embarrassed to eat and drink for free.

But the man said: "You are not yet an adult, study first."

"Oh." Lu Shu replied sullenly. He has been having headaches recently, as if something is blocking him. But when he asked the man, the man just said it was nothing.

"By the way, Xiaoshu, I bought you plum cakes and put them on your table. Come with me to the mall later. It's summer soon. I'll buy you a few shirts." The man said with a smile.

"It's okay if you don't buy..." Lu Shu said softly. He already owed too much.

"A teenage boy can't wear my clothes. It's okay." The man waved his hand.

Lu Shu suddenly remembered something: "Uncle, do you know why my hair turned white?"

The man's eyes dimmed for a while, and he quickly shook his head: "Don't the people in the cartoons change their hair color? It's normal, don't worry."

Lu Shu nodded. Recently, the TV station was broadcasting Balala the Fairies. He didn't know how to use the TV, so he kept watching it. The protagonist in it did change his hair color, so his white hair should not be a problem.

Lu Shu stayed there.

The elegant young man who had never touched the spring water gradually learned to sweep the floor, mop the floor, and wash dishes... The only exception was cooking. After the man let him try once or twice, he refused to let him enter the kitchen.

He gradually learned to use the "black box" and understood what a "QR code" was and what "Internet terms" were. He tasted the unique flavors of the city, fried skewers, roasted corn, stinky tofu...

The man taught him to read, and he taught the man tea art and ancient Chinese. Occasionally, the two of them sat together to play games, all simple elderly puzzle games, but they would laugh out loud.

——He has found peace and happiness.

He would take some medicine, but for some reason, his health was getting worse...

When Lu Shu was eighteen, the two had a New Year's Eve dinner together. The relationship between them was no longer unfamiliar, and even like father and son. Occasionally, when Lu Shu did something wrong, the man would teach him a few words.

"Uncle, why did you save people?" Lu Shu asked the question that had puzzled him for a long time. He always saw the man constantly helping various people, even though the man himself had little money.

"I am soft-hearted. When I saw this kind of thing, I thought that since I have the ability to help them, I might as well help them. As a result, the more I help, the more people there are. It seems that there is no end to the poor people in this world." The man sighed: "So, just keep helping. It's not easy for everyone."

"You are a good person, uncle." Lu Shu said.

"Haha, good person... Many people say so." The man smiled.

"The 'good person' in my heart is different from the 'good person' in their mouths." Lu Shu stared at the man seriously: "Uncle, you are the second good person I have identified."

"Hey? What's the difference?"

"The first 'good person' I identified was my grandfather." Lu Shu said: "Grandpa told me that people need to identify three good people in their lives to guide me at different stages of life. After grandpa passed away, you are the second 'good person' I identified."

"Xiaoshu, then you have two places left. Is it okay to use them on me?" The man did not think Lu Shu was saying something strange, but agreed with Lu Shu.

"It's okay. I'll think carefully about the last 'good man'." Lu Shu said, "Grandpa told me that when all three 'good men' leave me, it means that I have become a complete person and will no longer need a leader. Moreover, I don't think I chose the wrong person. You are indeed a good person."

The man was silent for a long time, and the crucian carp and tofu soup on the table was fragrant.

Lu Shu stroked his fallen white hair and suddenly heard the man's voice.

"Xiao Shu." The man said, "Are you willing to be my godson?"

Lu Shu's eyes widened.

"I want to be your relative. I have been getting along with you for the past six months, and I also think you are a very good child. There is a lot more fireworks in the house..." The man seemed to think for a long time and asked carefully, "Is it okay? We will live together in the future, just like the past six months."

Looking at the man's sincere eyes, Lu Shu felt that he seemed to have really stepped into a beautiful dream.

There is no one in this world who loves him for no reason. But...isn't there one in front of him?

"Okay..."

He felt his eyes moist, and the boy who died on Mount Taihua seemed to live for a short time.

It turned out that someone really loved him without asking for anything in return.

Even if he had nothing in his hands.

…

At the moment of the New Year's Eve vigil, watching the fireworks blooming in the distance at twelve o'clock, Lu Shu clasped his hands together and made a silent wish.

He hoped...this kind of happiness, please never end.

When he grows up, he will repay the man's kindness. Then practice sword well and look for opportunities for revenge...there will always be such a day.

He will be happy.

…

[——Boy from the Lu family, have you forgotten who you are? Do you want to bring trouble to that kind person? 】

…

A month later, Lu Shu received a message.

He knew who it was—the enemy.

They have been watching him suffer, and when he enjoys the short-term happiness, they will take it away. Or maybe the sender was kindly reminding him that the enemy was already targeting the man, and if he didn't leave, the man would suffer.

...What on earth is he greedy for?

If those people dared to hunt him down, why didn't they dare to persecute an ordinary person in the city?

"..."

Lu Shu put away his cell phone, finished his meal in silence, and left quickly.

He didn't dare take away the shirts and shorts the man bought for him, the Plants vs. Zombies toys he bought for him, and the small potted plants he bought for him. He was afraid that taking these away would bring trouble to the man. He just took away—a mugshot taken when he went shopping with a man half a year ago, 15 yuan per edition, the cheapest but most precious thing.

In the photo, the man showed a hearty smile, and Lu Shu lowered his head shyly. At that time, Lu Shu still had a little black hair on his temples, but now it is completely white.

He put the photo in his inner pocket, close to his heart.

He did not tell the man the truth. Men are people with a strong sense of justice, but the sense of justice of ordinary people is worthless under those heavy things. Even if they shout with all their strength, they will be silenced in the end. People only see what is under the lens, but they are not the ones controlling the lens.

Even if I tell the man, what will happen? The power of the Guwu family is overwhelming, and the man's roar will only bring danger.

So, he just left a letter. It says:

[To my adoptive father:

Recently, my relatives contacted me and I am going back to my hometown. Thank you for your support over the past six months. Please don't be discouraged, you are a really good person!

My hometown has mountains and rivers. It is a very moldy place, so you don’t have to be cautious. My relatives are also very good people. They bought me new clothes and books, and fellow spiritual people who are the same age as me also take good care of me.

In short, I will live a very happy life, and my food, clothing, housing and transportation will be all in trouble! In a few years, I will come back to hug you! Please leave those my clothes and books to the next child!

——Small Tree]

…

The dream is over.

His life stopped growing at the age of seventeen, but in the year he met the light, the wound was healed by gentle hands, and like a green bamboo breaking through the ground after the rain, he began to grow again. But in just half a year... the growth stopped.

Lu Shu put the letter on the man's bedside table and took one last look at the man sleeping soundly. This is a middle-aged man in his forties, with a square face, a broad forehead and chin, and some fierce eyebrows, but he is a very good person.

...This is the last look.

Lu Shu bit his lip, remembering that he had asked the man his name at the beginning.

"Just call me Uncle Zhao." The man said.

"Is your uncle's surname Zhao?"

"That's right. There are many police officers named Zhao, and it's not just the ones named Zhao who will help you. Zhao Qian, Sun Li, etc. may save you. There are many good people in this world, and I'm not the only one."

"Um."

…

"Uncle Zhao, goodbye..." After closing the door and leaving the warm little home, he finally cried.

This was the last time he cried loudly, even if he was so sick that he could no longer walk, he never cried like this.

Holding the photo tightly, he vomited blood again.

In fact, he guessed how serious his illness was. He already knew the word "cancer". The medicine he took was becoming more and more expensive, and his uncle's face became more and more sad.

But there is an easy calculation - just the box of medicine he took was enough for Uncle Zhao to help more people, so why did he still take that medicine?

Without taking that medicine, more people would be saved.

Uncle Zhao can also gain more people's gratitude instead of throwing his small salary into a bottomless pit.

Because he was afraid of meeting Uncle Zhao, he left the city where he had stayed for a long time and headed to H City.

When he arrived in H City, he was once again in the same state of dirty clothes and empty hands, and his documents were frozen. It must have been done by his enemies. But he didn't dare to return to that warm city. He was afraid that if he dared to look back, good people would be killed.

The evil people in this world often thrive like a fish in water, while the good people have a hard time living.

Maybe he is really destined to live in this world full of holes.

Walking onto the street, he saw some familiar hawker stalls, smelled the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes... and the disgusted looks in people's eyes.

"Xiao Wen, let's stay away from him. This kind of tramp is sick, so don't infect you..." The adult pulled the child away from him.

He stood in front of the trash can and stared silently.

——Now, the invisible "mildew spot" finally appeared on his body again.

…

He had no documents and had no choice but to work illegally.

Most of them were tiring and high-intensity jobs, such as running errands, carrying bricks on construction sites, carrying goods in the 40-degree heat, and going into the sewers in minus-10 degree weather... Because he didn't understand the law and didn't know the full alphabet, Anyone can deduct his wages. In order to fight against these bullies, he gradually learned to use harsh words and curse words.

He is no longer a young man from an aristocratic family. If he wants to live, he must throw himself into the dirt and mix into the three religions and nine streams.

But even so, his body could not withstand the intense physical labor, and he began to vomit blood again soon. The bosses did not dare to hire him, fearing that he would die on the construction site one day.

Without a job, he returned to the bridge tunnel again, curled up to endure the pain. Although it was a different city, it seemed that nothing had changed.

However, he no longer always looked up at the sky and envied his peers. Instead, he recalled again and again... that short half year of happiness.

His condition deteriorated rapidly, and he began to have frequent comas and memory loss. There was always something blocking his mind, and those beautiful memories were gradually forgotten... He copied the address on his clothes to prevent himself from forgetting it. But he did not dare to go, because he knew that his enemies were watching him.

Although they were already in the same city, Lu Shu did not dare to get close to the boy.

——He was a "mold spot" that would get sick if he looked at it, and he could not infect others.

Later, he found a way to barely survive - teaching people to practice swords. By collecting money from some rich second-generation children, he could barely buy some medicine. If there are more, it won't work. No swordplay school will accept someone like him without a certificate.

In September, on his way out to pick up scraps, he suddenly fell ill and collapsed on the side of the road.

Across the road, a group of high school students were crossing the road. A black-haired boy in school uniform saw him. Obviously, everyone else took a detour and no one wanted to get close to a homeless person, but the boy ran towards him.

"Are you okay?" The black-haired boy leaned over. He was wearing a clean and tidy white school uniform, which formed a sharp contrast with the dirty homeless man.

Lu Shu lowered his head, not daring to let the boy see his appearance. But he thought too much. His dirty white hair covered his eyebrows and eyes in a mess. Anyone who saw the elegant young man four years ago would not think it was the same person.

"Hello? 120? Someone is sick over here at the Hongqi Supermarket on Qingshan Road... Hey, where are you going?" The boy had just said a few words when Lu Shu barely stood up and limped away.

Under the gray sky, the rain fell endlessly. Lu Shu, wrapped in wet clothes, stumbled forward.

He didn't know where he was going or how long he could live, but he couldn't accept the boy's kindness and implicate him.

—— He was like an ant struggling to survive under the watchful eyes of an eagle, and the invisible big hand pinched his neck. Every time he wanted to survive, he would be pushed into the water again.

Unexpectedly, the boy followed him.

"Uncle, your illness needs treatment."

The boy couldn't see Lu Shu's face clearly, but only saw Lu Shu's hands full of pits and purple - like the hands of an old man. So he called him uncle.

The pair of white and slender hands that made tea and danced with swords had long disappeared in the swill.