Rebirth of the famous family in the entertainment industry

Chapter 436 Sorry, I Love You (4)
Especially when he smiled, his eyes were slightly bent, he looked very charming and gentle, and the arc of his lips seemed to have a bit of sarcasm and evil, which was very attractive to young girls.

The little boy's slender and sallow hand stretched out and retracted several times, hesitating.

Finally, he made up his mind and stretched out to meet a girl's backpack zipper. He was swallowing saliva in fear, when suddenly a slender white hand stretched out from behind and grabbed his wrist.

The little boy was terrified, but Meng Qing pulled him out of the crowd without waiting for him to shout.

"Brother, big brother, I don't dare anymore." The boy looked at him and spoke tremblingly, but he never thought that the man in front of him who looked like a TV star reached out his trouser pocket and took out some money and stuffed it into his palm.

"Go back to sleep." He leaned over and patted his face, smiling slightly.

"Here," the boy was obviously flattered, clutching the money, digging at the hem of a T-shirt that was much wider with his fingers, looking up at him, stammering, "I...I..."

Meng Qing looked at him, her eyes were incredibly gentle, as if she had thought about it for a while, she reached out and took off her coat, and put it on the boy's frail and thin shoulders, he held his shoulder through the coat, for a long while, He didn't speak any more, just got up and left.

The night wind blew his shirt up, and he continued walking aimlessly.

Didn't find either—

Just as he was walking for a while, the little boy suddenly hugged his clothes tightly and followed him step by step.

Meng Qing walked along the sidewalk, but he didn't feel the cold any more. It was very strange. It was clear that winter was about to begin. He should have been in a lot of pain, but he didn't feel the cold, as if he didn't feel it.

He didn't know how long he had been walking. There were fewer vehicles and pedestrians on the street. Under the dim light of the street lights, white snowflakes suddenly floated.

Snowflakes indeed.

It's not yet December, but this year's snow came so early.

Meng Qing stared blankly, and a girl beside her shouted in surprise, "Ah, it's snowing!"

It's snowing, Xiao Jing grew up in the southwest, she should have never seen snow, do you like it, will she like the weather that most girls think is romantic.

The snow came suddenly, but also gradually increased, carrying the wind, fluttering, and after a while, the sidewalk seemed to be covered with a thin layer of catkins, which was blown up again and rolled away.

In fact, he hated winter the most since he was a child, because of the cold.

Cold and hunger follow him like a shadow. Every winter, he always suffers very, very hard. With no clothes to wear, his cheeks, hands, feet, and even his body will suffer from frostbite and ulceration. When he was a child, he couldn’t help scratching. It was difficult, the more he scratched, the more painful, and the more he scratched, the more itchy, the feeling went deep into his bone marrow, and he would think of it every winter.

Repeat the pain over and over again.

But it was miraculous that his skin recovered very well, even if his body was tattered in winter, the next spring, those wounds would always be accompanied by an unbearable itching, and slowly healed as before.

So much so that for so many years, except for major injuries, he has no densely packed and particularly small scars.

But in fact, everything God gave him made him suffer.

In the very beginning, he was spotted by many people, both men and women, in the bar. There was even a vulgar old man who looked down at him, forced him to kneel, opened his mouth, and forced him to bear the most disgusting and dirty things. humiliation.

He has been beaten many times, ridiculed and ridiculed, trying to survive.

In order to avoid those things, he needs to be more cruel and ruthless, and replace it with more other credits.

Meng Qing walked away expressionlessly, thinking wildly.

In fact, he seldom recalled the past. Before meeting Xiao Jing, he never looked back.

What's so good about it, anyway, no matter what, he has already come over, there is always something supporting him in front of him, he just needs to keep walking towards that goal.

But after meeting Xiaojing, he inevitably examines himself from time to time.

He is used to the unfairness of this society, and he can bear all the darkness and ugliness in this society. He was originally such a person who was dyed black from head to toe.

In fact, it is really inappropriate.

Xiaojing is in pain because of his grievances, he is swaying in pain because of her, because of her, he doubts himself, despises himself, hates himself, and is humbled into the dust.

Such a man, in fact, why has a wife, children, and family.

One person is enough, come with nothing, leave with nothing, leave nothing behind, lest the scourge pollute such a not-so-clean world.

He kept walking in the snow, thinking while walking, not paying attention to the road, when an electric car came quickly at the intersection, rubbed him with a plop and overturned him and the car to the ground.

"You're looking for death!" The man stood up cursingly, without going to support him, he started to yell at him.

Meng Qing was dragged and swayed by him, and now she stood firmly on the spot, and she was less than one meter away from him.

"You can't look at the road!" The man stepped over the front of the car and stood directly in front of him, looked down at the battery car, and said impatiently, "The front cover of the car is crooked, at least 300 yuan, and it will be written off."

"Not even [-] cents." Meng Qing twisted her fingers, looked at him, and said sarcastically.

"Who are you coaxing?" The man was big and three rough, wearing a half-worn jacket, looked him up and down a few times, and said impatiently, gritting his teeth.

This man looked thin and downcast, but at a cursory glance, the belt and leather shoes were all high-quality, how could he have no money.

His good bonnet was rubbed crooked.

The man looked at him impatiently. Meng Qing raised a hand and rubbed the wrist that was bumped just now. The man was about to speak again when his gaze fell to one place, and he was a little afraid to say anything.

This person, this person is crazy, how can there be a blade hidden under his wrist.

Wear a shirt on winter evenings and designate sickness.

The man glanced at him quickly, and he didn't want any money. He helped the electric bike and cursed, sat on it and started it, turned a corner and rode away quickly.

"Boy."

A vicissitudes of female voice at the side drew Meng Qing's eyes again. When he looked up, the old man who was pushing the stove stopped, and an old woman with white hair put a sweet potato in a plastic bag and handed it to him.

(End of this chapter)