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Chapter 1197: One Thousand One Hundred Ninety-Four·"You are a good person (Part )."

Lu Shu nodded. The list matched his memory. Mizushima Kawaseong should really be investigating.

Looking at the fearful expressions on everyone's faces, he should have been happy about his revenge, but he didn't feel happy, only disappointed.

——The person is gone, who can repay the pain he endured?
……

Lu Shu stared at the trash can.

The trash cans on the streets are filled with leftovers, perhaps some leftover vegetables and steamed buns.

"Who allowed you to buy junk food? Throw it away now!" It was just after school, and a parent grabbed a child's ear and asked him to throw away the spicy strips he had just bought.

The child took a few bites and threw the remaining half of the spicy strips into the trash can.

“You…” Lu Shu wanted to speak, but the bag of spicy strips had already fallen into the layers of garbage and was stained with slop.

"Big brother, do you want to eat?" The child saw his expression.

The parent walked away with the child: "Xiao Dai, don't talk to such a person. He has no family and doesn't look like a good person. He will kidnap you. And he is dirty. Don't dirty your new cotton-padded jacket."

"Then why doesn't he wear a new cotton-padded jacket? Is it because he doesn't have a mother?" asked the child.

"Don't worry about it. It has nothing to do with you."

Lu Shu watched them go away in silence. He only felt a dull pain in his stomach, as if his organs were being torn apart, and acid was bubbling up. He hadn't eaten for four days since he was kicked out of the ancient martial arts family. The wounds on his body were rotting and inflamed, and he also had frostbite.

This was the nearest city he had arrived at after four days of traveling alone.

"H City..." he muttered. But H City was still far away from Taihua Mountain. And even if he went there, his enemies would not let him off easily. If he joined that good guy, that good guy would be implicated.

The sadness has almost become numb. In four days, no matter how hard it is to accept the pain of losing a loved one, in order to survive, I have to bury the sorrow deep in my heart.

The towering city was extremely prosperous, and the aroma of grilled sausages and fried skewers wafted from the streets. He swallowed his saliva and walked a few steps towards the stall. The vendor frowned and looked at him.

“Scan the code to pay.” The vendor pointed.

“Ah?” Lu Shu looked at the sign blankly. What is a QR code? What is a QR code? What is scanning a QR code?
"Do you have money?" the vendor asked.

“I…” Lu Shu had nothing on him.

"Go away, don't block my stall." The vendor immediately told him to go away so as not to affect the appetite of the people around him.

Lu Shu took a few steps back after being scolded, looking at the busy traffic in front of him blankly. Everything was so strange. He didn't understand why the electronic screens on the buildings were scrolling, nor did he understand what the black squares in people's hands were. Why could he exchange food for food just by scanning it? He used ancient coins to trade in the mountains.

Children holding balloons, white-collar workers carrying briefcases, students catching the bus... all walked away from him. It was as if a huge mold stain appeared on his body, and anyone who looked at the mold stain would get sick. But he looked carefully and found that there was no mold stain on his body. He also took a bath by the stream and there was no smell. Why did everyone look at him like garbage?
Is there an invisible mold on his body? Invisible, intangible, following him everywhere. Or maybe the mold is not on his body, but in people's retinas, imprinted in their brains.

As dusk fell, the setting sun began to shine, and the lights came on one by one. The aroma of food drifted in the wind. He walked around with his arms folded, shivering.

He didn't know where he was going, he had no goal, and no place to go. The laughing passers-by walked against him, as if he was walking in a colorful river.

Hunger tortured his sanity. The young master of the Lu family had never been hungry before, and he had never thought that he would leave the mountains. Everything in the outside world was new to him. He was like a fledgling suddenly thrown into a pond, flapping his wings desperately, but he didn't know how to fly.

He didn't look in the mirror, but he knew that the burns on his back must be horrible to look at. The slightest friction with the fabric would cause a stinging pain, and black blood and tissue fluid would drip down.

——Where can he go?
——Where is he going?
The thirty-meter-high building was like an eagle overlooking ants. He looked up at the gray-blue sky and noticed for the first time that the sky was filled with smog, which almost suffocated him.

"Hey!" There was the sound of wheel from behind. It was the peddler.

Lu Shu shrank subconsciously. He had been treated with too many cold stares in the past few days. Seeing someone like this running towards him, he had a conditioned fear reflex. Moreover, this vendor just hated him so much, was he going to beat him up?
The vendor stopped beside him, rummaged in the drawer, pulled out a burnt-roasted sweet potato, and stuffed it into his hand.

"Eat it. It's what we didn't sell today. I'm about to close the stall, so I thought I'd give it to you."

The vendor's words stunned him.

The sweet potato in his hand was burning hot. There was an unhealed knife wound on Lu Shu's palm, and blood was oozing out from the burn. But he didn't care about the pain. Perhaps he had been hungry for too long, and the string in his brain could no longer be tightened. The appetite controlled his brain, and he immediately buried his head in eating.

As I ate, tears started to flow.

He had never eaten anything like this before. He used to be very fond of fine food, mostly vegetarian and drinking tea. He had never even eaten greasy broth, let alone something burnt like this. If he stole it, his grandfather would hit his palm with a bamboo stick.

But now his grandfather is gone, and so are his vegetarian diet and tea. Even if he indulges himself in eating these things and loses the image of a gentleman, no one will blame him anymore.

But he wanted an old man to stand in front of him, shout his name, and hit his palm with a bamboo stick. But even if he looked up, he could only see the cold traffic lights and the evening breeze.

“You look young, so stop hanging around on the street.” Seeing that Lu Shu was wolfing down his food, the vendor said, “There are a lot of homeless people in the bridge hole over there. You can ask them for some clothes to wear… Alas, I can’t care less. My mother is still waiting for money for medicine. I’m leaving now.”

The burden of life makes people breathless. There is no extra kindness in the city. Instead of pitying others, it is better to pity yourself.

Lu Shu finally felt the pain in his stomach subside a little, but the burn on his back made him dizzy and his forehead was burning hot. He almost fainted on the ground.

But even so, his grandfather taught him what to say.

"...Thank you." He stammered.

When you receive help from others, you should say thank you. This is true in the mountains as well as in the city.

The sound of the wheels did not stop, and the peddler left without looking back. For the peddler, this was the limit of his ability to help the homeless children.

That night, Lu Shu slept under the bridge.

There were indeed some homeless children here, but they would not accept a foreigner with a fever, fearing that Lu Shu would infect them. He could only stay in the coldest place on the outermost side, feeling the whistling cold wind, pillowing on the cloth he had picked up, and falling into a deep sleep.

At least when I fell asleep...my stomach didn't hurt so much anymore.

The next day, he did not wake up quickly.

The complications from the burns came all at once today. He felt sore all over, his forehead was burning, his chest felt like it was on fire, his back hurt so much that he couldn't breathe, and he couldn't get up at all. He could only lie straight on the ground, like a dead body.

Cars were passing by, but no one paid attention to a homeless person lying on the ground. Who cared? What if the homeless person suddenly attacked and hurt someone? What if the homeless person had an infectious disease?

"Help..." He suppressed the cry for help in his mouth. He knew that no one would save him. Since four days ago, there was no one in this world who would love him for free. And he couldn't afford any price. He had nothing in his hands and nothing else. How could he exchange for the love of others?

Curled up on the ground, he fell into a deep sleep again.

The freezing winter wind blew across his back, causing pain like a knife. His chest felt hot, as if something was tearing his organs apart, one piece after another...

Sleep, wake up, sleep, wake up...

A nightmare cycle.

He was like a ghost in the city. In the few moments when he was awake, he could only stare blankly at the sky outside the bridge hole, where there was a very beautiful high-end residential area. He often saw teenagers of his age playing the piano and violin by the window, enjoying the caress and praise of their parents... It seemed so far away from him...

Happiness belongs to them, but he has nothing. He is like a mouse crawling under a bridge, lying in a gutter, looking at the distant sky. He and his peers in the city share the same sky, but they seem to be from different worlds.

When he got better, he slowly got up. Even though his whole body was in excruciating pain, he couldn't lie down again. Although he could drink the water on the ground, he would starve to death without food.

He walked along, dragging his body as heavy as a sack, and once again set his eyes on the trash can - the trash can that he hesitated to go to when he first came to the city.

Maybe it's because of the poor city management. The trash bin hasn't been emptied yet and the bag of spicy strips is still inside, but it has rotted and smells like maggots.

grunt.

But he swallowed shamefully.

He stretched out his shaking hands... He no longer had the strength to continue looking for food. He had to stay alive... He had to gain the physical strength to survive...

Only then can... revenge.

The youthful spirit in his green eyes gradually shattered, the darkness like mud fell into his eyes, and twisted paranoia began to grow... He finally threw away his pride and stretched out his hand tremblingly.

Maybe he is destined to live in this world with many scars.

He had clearly tried to fight back - asking for help from the ancient martial arts family, reporting the crisis to his ancestors, and even asking ordinary people for help... but none of them succeeded. No matter what he did, he was stuck in the quagmire and couldn't save himself. The mold seemed to have really appeared on his body, emitting a foul odor.

The moment he bit down, he felt like he was swallowing the gentle boy from Mount Taihua.

He chewed the boy's pride and bit off his edge. He chewed it a few times and swallowed it into his stomach. He felt that he was completely dead. He did not die in the raging fire, but died in front of a stinking trash can.

The moment he ate the garbage, he bit himself to death.

The first piece, the second piece, the third piece...

Half-bitten steamed buns, expired biscuits, rotten food... In order to survive, he stuffed them all into his mouth. He didn't understand what infection or food poisoning was. Anyway, as long as he ate it, he should have strength...

Those days lasted for a long time.

"The city is so big." He often thought so.

"There are electronic advertisements and QR codes everywhere that I can't understand. The city's skytrain is so high that I can't get up there. I can't understand most of the scrolling advertisements either."

"My peers played with black boxes, but I had no idea what they were. They ate all kinds of snacks, but I could only watch from a distance, hoping that they would throw the leftovers into the trash can."

"People say that if you are sick you can go to the hospital for treatment, but what is medical insurance? What is an ID card? I don't seem to have any of them..."

He ate from garbage, slept under bridges, and curled up to endure the pain.

He tried to find a job, but as soon as he entered the store, he was kicked out with a pinched nose.

He thought about going to H City, but after taking a few steps, he realized that his enemies were still watching him suffer, and he couldn't bring trouble to a good person.

The city is so big that he can't get out.

However, he never begged like other street kids, always finding food on his own. If he got sick, he would just endure it.

What made him happy was that he found a toy knife that a child didn't want in the trash can. When he had a little more strength, he practiced with the knife. He couldn't let his hands get rusty, because he had to go back for revenge...

Until one day, he saw a strand of white hair.

"……Um?"

There are more and more white hairs.

He didn't understand what it meant, and when his black hair turned completely white, he didn't think it was a big deal. Until one day when he was bathing in the river, he suddenly vomited blood and fainted.

He was thinking in a daze.

……it's over.

……

But when he woke up.

He was lying on a clean and tidy bed with an IV in his hand.

He was stunned.

This is a hospital. He can't even afford a box of medicine. How can he lie here?

But when he was about to jump out of the window to escape, the door opened and a man in police uniform stopped him and pulled him back to the bed.

"Hey, I saw you fainted by the river, so I sent you to the hospital. The doctor said you have a lot of problems, you know? You just need to get treated here, and I will pay for it." The man reminded him.

Lu Shu opened his eyes wide, not understanding why. Everyone was reluctant to give him a steamed bun, but this man paid so much money to help a stranger?
"No reason. There are many bad people in this world, and there are many good people. Now that I've seen it, I can't just ignore it. My salary isn't enough to starve to death, so I'll save as many as I can." The man turned around and took out a big bag, and a warm breath came out:
"Here, this is the new cotton-padded jacket I just bought for you. Try it on to see if it fits you. This is the porridge and roasted sweet potatoes I bought at the hospital entrance. You haven't had hot food for a long time, right? Come and warm up your stomach..."

After wandering for a long time, Lu Shu put on a cotton jacket that fit him for the first time. Sweet potato was lying in his hand. The doctor had treated his palm and it no longer hurt.

"...Woo."

For the first time, he realized that this kind of food was so delicious. The last time, everything he ate tasted like chewing wax, but this time, the sweet smell filled his mouth and he felt so happy that he wanted to cry.

The man stroked his head, his big hands were warm: "You can live in my house first, and when your ID card comes through, I'll help you find a job. If you want to go to school, you can work part-time while studying."

"……Um."

He responded vaguely, and a sweet fragrance spread in his mouth. It turned out that there really was a savior in this world.

It turns out that in this world,
There really are...good people.

He didn't see the medical notice at the foot of his bed, and even if he did, he couldn't understand it - what did the word "cancer" mean? He didn't understand.

Anyway, it can't be worse than it is now.

He met a good person, he can go to school, and his life will definitely... get better gradually.

He can live a long, long time, that's great...

(End of this chapter)