I've Been Licking Dogs For Four Years, Am I In A Hurry To Stop Licking The School Girl?

early autumn.

The humid and cold air, the sun that was obscured by the clouds, the sky was drowsy, and the drizzle softly hit Jiang Cheng's bare wrist, and he felt a bit of chill.

The stone steles were soaked by the rain, gathered on the top of the pitted stele, slipped from the photo of the smiling girl, and dripped on the ground.

Next to it is a large lawn, full of greenery, and neat rows of tombstones. The scene is solemn and depressing. No one speaks, and everyone lowers their heads in silence.

Jiang Cheng, wearing a suit and holding a black umbrella, stood quietly, looking at Zhao Xuerou's tombstone, surrounded by sad classmates, and Zhao's mother who finally couldn't help crying.

He held the umbrella with his knuckle fingers, and there was no expression on his delicate face, but he could only feel the chills coming from his spine.

Is it so cold in early autumn...

Actually, everything is fake, right?

The scene in front of me, the illusory death, the girl lying in the cemetery, she is living in the real world well.

It's just that what I'm experiencing now is just a sad dream.

Jiang Cheng kept warning himself that he couldn't help being sad, he forced himself to become hard-hearted, he was not allowed to bend the corner of his mouth in any way, and he was not allowed to mourn for an unnecessary death.

A determined researcher with a complete view of the universe.

What the world should be like, birth, old age, sickness and death, will not obey any rules except the laws of nature, let alone be doomed from birth.

If everything is as Laplace's demon said, then where does the theory of "man will conquer nature" that has been passed down in China for thousands of years come from.

Is it wrong for him to seek the method of human progress so hard to make his country rich and strong?

Jiang Cheng tortured himself over and over again.

He took the flower from Chen Yan's hand, a pure white chrysanthemum, which was blooming extremely enthusiastically, with some raindrops on it, it was very beautiful.

Jiang Cheng stepped forward, lowered his head and placed the flowers in front of Zhao Xuerou's stele. In the black and white photo, she was smiling, dignified and elegant, left in yesterday.

Coming out of the cemetery, he put away the black umbrella, took out the tissue in his pocket, wiped his wet forehead, and got into Gu Qingwan's car, which had been waiting outside.

At this time, the mobile phone in his trouser pocket buzzed, and someone sent a message.

Jiang Cheng took out his mobile phone, and ordered Gu to be gentle, "Let's go for a while."

He opened the car window to let the rainy air outside blow up, so as to relieve his depressed mood.

It was a message from Ke Bing.

He suddenly thought, for some reason, Ke Bing did not show up at Zhao Xuerou's funeral. Could something have happened?

"Jiang Cheng, do you have time, I have something to tell you."

"Yes, tell me."

Then the pleasant phone rang, and there was a lot of noise in the silent car.

He pressed the answer button.

Ke Bing's slightly nervous voice came from the opposite side.

"I'm here at the Fengfeng Street Market on Huanjiang Road. Come here."

"problem occurs?"

"Well... I don't know who to turn to. Maybe you are the only one who can help me with this matter."

Then, she hung up the phone.

Jiang Cheng was silent for a while, good fortune never comes without double, and misfortune never comes singly.

Some things cannot be avoided, so let's face them.

He told Gu Qingwan to turn around at the next intersection and go to the location sent by Ke Bing from Fengfeng Street Market.

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On the roadside of the street supermarket, a woman stood under the eaves. She was wearing a high ponytail, she was very beautiful, and she was wearing high-heeled sandals, looking at the intersection expectantly. Until Jiang Cheng's car parked beside the street.

The door was opened, and the woman got into the car.

As soon as Ke Bing got into the car, he looked nervously at the position across the street, even a little frightened.

She looked at Jiang Cheng suspiciously, and pointed to a place far away.

"Look there."

He turned his head, and through the gray car window with some rain stains, he saw a child kneeling under the street lamp at the corner.

It was a girl.

Her cheeks were dirty, it should be the kind of beggars along the street, her face was covered with mud, even though it was raining in the sky, the little girl didn't have the slightest intention to avoid it.

The dry and curly hair was tightly attached to her scalp, and the wide and ragged sleeves looked like old clothes picked up from no one knew where.

And one of her legs was as thin as a bamboo pole, and the plump trousers were empty.

Even though the girl was already skinny and skinny, her legs were too abnormal, as if shrunken, with only a layer of flesh hanging from the leg bones.

It looks scary.

There was a bowl in front of the girl, and there were some scattered banknotes in it. She lay down on the ground, soaking her dirty clothes regardless of the mud on the ground.

Occasionally raising her head, Jiang Cheng was shocked to find that the reason why she was lying on the ground was because the girl couldn't sit up, and the skateboard under her body was the only support for her activities.

The godless eyes will look at everyone when they pass by in a hurry, and there are countless sadness and despair in the eyes.

Jiang Cheng's heart ached when he saw it.

This little beggar looked like he was only six or seven years old, his face was yellow and thin, and his skin was the blue color of a dying person...

He was about to get out of the car to help the little girl, but Ke Bing grabbed the clothes.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Cheng asked.

"Don't go, I tried before, she only accepts charity, no matter how you try to help her, you won't be accepted."

"What's the meaning?"

Ke Bing's eyes flickered, "I've been paying attention to this girl for a long time. She's been begging at the corners of Huanjiang Road. I couldn't bear to send her to charity before, but she didn't want to. Buy her clothes and food, But after she accepts it, she will still appear here the next day. I think even if you give her tens of thousands of dollars, she will still come to beg."

"You said she was a liar?" Jiang Cheng was taken aback.

"No, it seems to be really disabled."

"What's going on?"

Ke Bing pointed in another direction.

Inside a milk tea shop, inside the glass floor-to-ceiling windows, sat a man with a big belly. His face was full of flesh, and there were unshaven beards at the corners of his mouth.

The man raised his head from time to time, looked at the girl lying on the corner of the street, confirmed that she hadn't moved, and satisfactorily turned his head away to continue talking with others.

"I've observed it. As long as the girl and the man appear at the same time, he must be observing not far away."

Even though Jiang Cheng didn't pay much attention to social affairs, he immediately understood why Ke Bing called him here.

A strange anger suddenly surged up in his heart, like a blazing flame, which made him gasp continuously.

"You mean, she was deliberately disabled and thrown into the street to beg???"

Ke Bing was silent for a while, then nodded.

"In the past month, besides this girl, I have also seen Qingnian Road, Danxia Road, and Fengyang Road, all of which are like this..."

"I've learned a lot of fucking knowledge today."

Jiang Cheng cursed angrily, took out his cell phone and started calling You Lixuan.

In Lanjing, where he grew up, something like this happened, which made him furious, who was already depressed.