Seven Years Ago

Chapter 6

I was not stupid enough to kill people. I let the little girl walk up to me and hold Wang Dachuan, who was begging for mercy like a pig, and stepped back.

Outside the construction area, I was surrounded by hundreds of people, looking at me without blinking.

I was still angry. Although I took advantage of this situation, I still felt depressed and angry. I cursed loudly, "You b*stards who help the rebels! Don't you have children? When your children were bullied by such b*stards as Wang Dachuan, are you willing to let them hit you? B*stards." I pointed at Wang Dachuan with the shovel in my hand and continued to curse, "This b*stard wants to insult this girl with the power and money of his capitalists, so I stopped him. You jerks come to kill people without any reason. You're really worse than pigs and dogs!"

"A girl?" "He said that the boy is a girl?" There was a heated discussion and suspicion.

The girl had already dried her tears. She looked away from me and took off her worn hat.

Although the girl was thin, her hair was very good, black and beautiful, with bright eyes and white teeth, and tears hanging in the corners of her eyes. She looked pitiful and pitiful.

The crowd gasped with self-blame.

At this moment, a man, who looked like a possible foreman, came out and apologized sincerely, "I'm really sorry, young man. We almost made such a mistake. Please forgive us. We are willing to point fingers at Wang Dachuan together and let him accept the punishment of law. We deeply confess about the impulsive action just now. This is the 100,yuan that I gave her privately as a sponsor. I hope she can return to school and study hard to forget the incident this time." With that, he took out the salary that we had just issued and handed it to the little girl. It seemed that the working people were a little impulsive, but sometimes they were still quite reasonable. I finally felt relieved.

At this time, everyone followed her example and took out their own money and many reports for her. She seemed to have seen such a scene before, and she was shocked and looked at me as if asking for help.

I smiled dashingly and nodded gently, asking her to accept it. I knew she needed money.

She took the money and bowed to the crowd with tears in her eyes.

I looked at Wang Dachuan with disgust and said playfully, "Everyone paid for it, and you, the initiator, will have to pay for it!"

He seemed to be very afraid of me, but also because all of his "loyalty" was given to his conscience, so he said vaguely, "I'll give her the money, I'll give her the money. I'll sponsor 2,000,yuan for her!"

"Oh? It seems to be a little less. Maybe you won't make so little money by sitting in prison for two years." I actually blackmailed him in public, and everyone looked at me in confusion. "Special hero."

Listen to my tone, it sounded like I let him go. Wang Dachuan shouted happily, "Yes, it's not enough. I'll give you 5,000. I hope you can let me go. I beg you!"

He kept asking for mercy, which made me deeply disgusted. I snorted coldly and threw him down. Looking at him lying on the ground and looking at his ugly appearance, I was so satisfied!

I turned around, walked into the little girl, and said softly to her with a tone of discussion, "I'll handle this matter, okay?"

She didn't complain at all. She just bit her lips and nodded.

Seeing that she was so obedient, the haze in my heart finally dissipated, and I began to sentence, "Wang Dachuan compensates 5,000,yuan for mental damage, and apologize publicly!"

He passed the full ticket in this proposal, and no one objected.

In the end, I took her and the 8000,yuan out of here, looked at each other, and confirmed one thing at the same time that this was the earliest time we got off work at the construction site.

In fact, I didn't intend to let go of Wang Dachuan. I just knew the best way to get the best benefit by following the eyes of my businessmen.

###Chapter5,First Meeting Ai Yu

As construction workers, we all carried changed clothes. We found the public toilet and changed out of this ragged clothes.

The little girl came out shyly. She had gathered her black hair, washed the dirt on her face, and wore a school uniform that fit her well.

In fact, in my impression, the school uniform of Z Country was the most useless clothing in the world. There were a thousand common and colorful natives. The maker was a poor apprentice product. I didn't believe that someone would wear a school uniform, which made me feel amazing. But, today, I'm going to be beaten up.

Her figure was small and delicate, and her face was slightly red. It wasn't clear whether it was because of the cold, or because of my burning gaze, she was a bit shy. No matter what, her whole body was brimming with the healthy look of being completely out of touch with the city's delicate girls. Even though her skinny figure gave off a weak and calm feeling, her eyes were still sparkling, emphasizing her master's strength and stubbornness. It was truly hard to imagine that this was the little girl who had been working hard at the construction site.

She stared at me with a strange look on her face. Obviously, she didn't know that I was absent-minded because I was frightened by her temperament. She quietly walked over and gently pulled my sleeve. This small action inadvertently narrowed the distance between my two "comrades" who had gone through life and death with me.

I took a tumble and looked at her well-behaved and pitiful face. I couldn't help feeling a surge of pity for her. In the cold afternoon of the winter, she was dressed particularly thin, and her body could only slightly shivering to resist the intrusion of the cold. I took off my jacket and draped it over her shoulders.

She whispered, "Thank you." I just shook my head with a smile.

Seeing that she suddenly became warmer and her body no longer trembled, I finally smiled with satisfaction. "Can you tell me your story?" The little girl was not good at talking, and I already knew that. So I asked myself a topic and asked her softly.

She had obviously been devoted to me, and her moving big eyes were clearly filled with tears. "Hm!" She nodded heavily and coyly said, "But please don't tell my mother these things. If she knows, she will definitely be very sad."

"Oh?" I sighed in my heart. She must have some unspeakable secrets, so she nodded first and agreed, encouraging her to go on.

"My name is Ai Yu."

The voice seemed to come from the horizon, and it seemed to come out of my heart. I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my heart, a feeling of strange yet familiar feeling. It was so contradictory that it crashed into my heart.

"What's wrong with you?" She saw that I was not right, so she asked me with concern.

I took a deep breath and came to my senses. I smiled and apologized to her first before saying, "I'm fine. I'm just a little familiar with your name. It seems that I've known a man named Ai Yu before."

"Oh." Although she really wanted to care about others, she really didn't know how to care about it. Her bright big eyes were obviously very nervous about the pain I just had, but she faltered and couldn't say any words of comfort. In the end, she could only continue to say her own things, "I am 17,years old, in the second year of high school, my family is very poor, and my studies are very poor, so I had to come out to find a job behind my mother's back."

"What about your father?" I interrupted her and asked.

"I don't have a father!" She seemed to be suddenly provoked, and Wen Xian's eyes were quickly occupied by anger and haze.

My heart ached, and I was stunned for a moment.

She seemed to feel that her words were a little rushed. She lowered her head and suppressed her depressed expression. After a long time, she looked up, biting her red lips with her white teeth. She blinked her big innocent eyes in great regret and apologized embarrassedly.

I liked her good disguise very much and could consider the interests of others at the same time. I smiled and waved my hand and said, "It doesn't matter, you can continue."

"My mother was working as a cleaning worker at a welfare company. Last month, when she was cleaning up the trash, she was hit by an irresponsible rubbish driver. Her left leg was seriously broken and she lost the ability to walk, so she can't work now. But the temporary workers are not his employees, and the medical expenses paid by the cleaning company are too little. In order to help my mother avoid the danger of amputation, I didn't hesitate to spend all the money of my family, and even borrowed a lot of money from kind neighbors. These moms all don't know! She was afraid of affecting my studies and insisted on leaving the hospital, so she went to a small stall on the street. And I have to pay the tuition at school, and I have to cope with the creditors' requests. In order to overcome this difficulty, I thought of working."

What a tough girl! I couldn't help but praise her inwardly. She spoke in a calm voice. After all, it would be extremely painful to experience pain and suffering from a new start. However, she clearly had her own optimism and method. There weren't many people that I admired, but she! Her age and experiences could be recorded as a perfect era theme drama!

Or the story of Cinderella. Alas! Unfortunately, I am not a rich and powerful prince. Who would come to save me if he wanted to?

"Have you never gone to school?" Her age was when she needed to absorb knowledge. In my personal opinion, no matter what, she should not pull down her studies.

She nodded injuredly and said, "I also want to go to school, but I have pulled a lot of courses, and now I can't understand at all. I have no money to go to the tutoring class." She paused, and then continued, "I don't want to waste time at school, so I quietly checked out. My mother still doesn't know, if she knows, she must be very sad. Brother, I beg you not to tell her, okay?" She suddenly sobbed and begged me, tears dropping like a broken line.

She didn't care about suffering and exhaustion, but she was worried that her mother would be sad, so she couldn't help crying. My heart seemed to be touched. I took out a pack of tissues from my pocket, pulled out one and handed it to her.

She dried her tears and her expression became innocent. She sniffed the paper towel with her small nose and asked in a delicate voice, "What kind of paper is this? It smells fragrant."

How come she didn't even know a tissue? I smiled and told her, "This is a tissue. It's specially used to wipe the tears of girls."

"Ah?" She was puzzled and asked in surprise, "But you're a man. Why do you bring this?"

I chuckled and said, "I once heard a saying, but I forgot who told me. She said that girls were made of water and you didn't know when she would cry. So she told me to bring this at all times. I believed it. I didn't expect it to be used."