Urban Supreme System

When Su Zhe brought the baby home after eating, he came home with the baby on his back. Maybe the baby was really exhausted. After a few words on Su Zhe's back, the baby fell asleep unconsciously.

After finding that the baby fell asleep, every movement of Su Zhe became more gentle and slow, and he walked home slowly. It usually only takes more than ten minutes to travel, but it took him almost an hour to get home. When he got home, his waist was already sore, and he was almost unable to straighten up.

Su Zhe carried the baby to a small room and gently put her on the bed. This is his sister's room, and his room is next door. The baby slept soundly, his eyes like black gems were now tightly closed, a shallow smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and a drop of crystal saliva flowed out from the side.

Su Zhe smiled, stretched out his hand to gently wipe the baby away, and arranged the quilt for her. He stretched his body, and he didn't feel much when he was carrying the baby. After he put it down, he felt that his entire back was almost paralyzed, and his hands were extremely sore at the moment.

He walked out of the room, opened up in the living room, and punched several times before his body relaxed. He found that when he didn't use the supernatural power group, practicing the first form did not significantly improve the physical fitness, but it had an excellent effect on restoring physical strength and supernatural power. A few times of practice will allow him to restore the stamina to its peak.

After punching, Su Zhe went back to his room to get a set of clothes, simply took a cold shower, and then lay on the bed.

Time passed bit by bit, but Su Zhe, who was on the bed, couldn't sleep. He thought of a person, a girl he had deliberately forgotten.

From time to time, I think of the innocent girl's frown and smile, the happy days with her, and the memories flashed one by one, as if it happened not long ago, and finally settled on the picture of her leaving in cold weather.

It had been half a year, and he still remembered every word of what the girl said that day. The more he wanted to forget it, the more he remembered it. Those ruthless and cold words seemed to have turned into a sharp sword and stabbed deeply into his heart, and would be stirred from time to time to prevent the wound from healing.

"Four years later, I have begun to understand what I want. What I want is a life without food and clothing, and you can't give it. Forget me, we will just leave here."

On that day, it was a rare time for them to get together, when he went to the appointment with a happy mood. Before he could say anything, the girl decided to speak first, and then she turned and left. Su Zhe kept watching her disappearing figure from behind, he didn't say anything, didn't try to keep her, just stared at her silently.

He saw the girl get into a car not far away, and soon the car started to leave. The car drove farther and farther, but Su Zhe felt that the car was getting closer and closer to him, and finally hit him straight, breaking his heart into pieces before leaving.

In the end, he hid in the corner alone and got drunk. It was the first time he drank, and the first time he was drunk. People are drunk for girls, but broken hearts are not. He laughed wildly, but the tears couldn't stop flowing.

He cried, except when his parents died, he cried once, and he never cried at other times.

When he was on the streets as a child, he was alone and had to live a hungry life, but he didn't cry. He didn't cry when he was beaten and tortured by the wicked. In the winter when he was 10 years old, he was accused of stealing, surrounded by a group of people and beaten, beaten, kicked, stoned, and even lifted a stone to his hand. His fingers were smashed into blood. When the wound is bleeding,

He didn't cry.

Ten fingers connected to the heart, the pain penetrated deep into the bone marrow, covering up other pains in the body, he still did not admit to stealing, nor did he cry. Maybe he wouldn't have been beaten so badly if he confessed to stealing and begging for mercy, but he didn't. In the end, the group of people may have been tired from fighting, so the talents dispersed and let him go.

He was casually left in the corner in his thin clothes. Bleeding and starving, he lay on the ground and couldn't even turn over. He remembered that the winter that year was particularly cold. The water was starting to freeze, and the colder the weather, the more painful the wounds on his body.

There were people coming and going. Many people passed by but pretended not to see him. Some people looked at him with disgust. Maybe those people thought that his existence sullied their noble eyes. No one went up to help, then Afraid to help him keep his posture, let him not be so uncomfortable

Nobody wants to do it. His heart is getting colder and colder than his body.

Maybe the average person couldn't hold it any longer, but his desire to survive made him stubbornly hold on from day to night, his consciousness began to blur, and he gradually lost the pain in his body. He couldn't take it any longer, and thought he would just fall asleep. He was thinking that living is suffering anyway, and it would be easier to get rid of it like this.

Just when he gave up his life, he felt a touch of warmth and heard the most beautiful voice in his life. He desperately opened his eyes to see the person who brought him warmth. Although it was vague, he still saw it, it was a girl, a very small girl. She turned him over and took off her coat and put it over him to drive away a trace of the cold for him.

The little girl was still very young, she didn't know what to do, she just held him in her little arms. The little face was pressed tightly against his face, and he kept talking in his ear.

Later, she put him down. He thought she was leaving, but he didn't blame her. She had done a lot, and at least she could feel the rarest warmth in the world before he died. But he was very lost and sad.

But after just a while, he felt that his body was moved again, and a tender voice came from his ears again. He couldn't hear it clearly, but only vaguely heard the word home. It turned out that the little girl did not give up on him, but wanted to bring him home. Although the little girl was still young, she knew that if this continued, he would never wake up.

The little girl's strength was very weak, and it was difficult for her to drag him away. There was no one to help her on the road, and no car was willing to take them, perhaps because he was afraid that it would be unlucky for him to die in the car, or because he was afraid of getting into any trouble. During the period, the little girl also fell several times, and her hands were scratched by the sand on the road. It was so cold that the wounds became more painful. But after she got up, she continued to drag him away.

And although he couldn't see it, he could feel that someone was working hard for him. She infected him and he began to regain consciousness. And his only thought was "I can't die, I'm going to die, she'll be very sad." That's how he survived. Always been taken home by the little girl and taken to the hospital by the little girl's parents.

When he was sent to the hospital, the doctor had already judged that he could not be saved, and he was just doing his best. Unexpectedly, since he survived tenaciously, it is a miracle for the doctor to call him directly.

When he woke up out of danger, the first person he saw was the little girl, who fell asleep beside him. He looked at her and secretly made the first oath in his life to protect her forever.

After that day, he had a younger sister, his parents, and a home, a home where he would never have to be displaced.

That year, he was 10 years old and the little girl was 8 years old.