Zhang Mingge is always staring at Qin Shiyu. After a long time, he suddenly said, "I'll tell you a story. Anyway, you'll die tonight. Let's make it clear."

Qin Shiyu never had any response, but Zhang Mingge didn't care whether he listened or not. He just wanted to tell the story.

"When I was very young, I was very happy. I didn't have a father, but I had a brother and a mother who loved me very much."

Speaking of the past, Zhang Mingge's gloomy face rarely has a trace of warmth.

He pauses for a moment and looks up into the distant mountains.

"But then

In the middle of the conversation, he suddenly shut up, as if he didn't want to talk about it any more.

Zhang Mingge turned to stare at Qin Shiyu and said in a low voice, "I was thinking, clearly you are more pitiful than me, why do you live better than me?"

His voice was so low that he said, "Qin Qin, if it wasn't for you, or we would be friends, or we would be all right."

"But It's fate that drives people around, and we end up like this. "

Qin Shi Yu, like a lightning strike, almost trembled.

Qin Qin, the name

When I was ten years old, I was hungry and cold on a snowy night and fainted by a garbage can.

Because he was in the orphanage, he stole food and was seen when he took it out to eat. As a result, he was beaten and drove out.

At that time, he was too small and his clothes were very thin. He couldn't find anything to keep out the cold. He didn't know where he should go. He went to the garbage heap and tried to find something useful, but he was frozen by the garbage can.

Because it was too cold, there was still snow in the sky, and there were few people on the road. Just when he thought he was going to die there, he picked him up with both hands and let him fall into a warm embrace. In a daze, he heard a very gentle female voice saying, "whose child is this? How can you dress so little? It's freezing like this..."

When he woke up again, he was lying in a soft and warm bed. In front of the bed, a child about his age was sitting with his hands on his cheek, staring at him.

Seeing him wake up, he happily turned back and cried, "Mom, the child you picked up is awake."

Qin Shiyu opened his eyes and shrank back.

A gentle woman opened the door and came in with a bowl of ginger soup in her hand. She gently touched his forehead and said with a smile, "thank God, it's great that you don't have a fever..."

Zhang Mingge looked at Qin Shiyu's trembling appearance and sneered, "do you remember? Do you feel innocent? You are a gangster. You do all kinds of evil. What else do you want to play

Qin Shiyu asked in a hoarse voice, "Zhang How are you, Aunt Zhang? "

Zhang Mingge's face became fierce. He grabbed Qin Shiyu's collar and said in a cold voice, "OK? Isn't it time to ask you? What do you say? "

Qin Shiyu only felt the pain in his heart, which made him speechless.

Those are not his experience, but at the moment, it seems that someone got a knife in his heart.

He didn't know what happened later, and he didn't know why Zhang Mingge hated him so much.

At that time, he lived in Zhangjia for three days. Zhang Mingge and he became good friends. Zhang Mingge liked to call him Qin Qin and he liked to call Zhang Mingge Mingming.

He always thought that Zhang Mingge was Mingming, because Aunt Zhang liked to call her children that way.

Now I know that her voice should be Ming Ming Ming.

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