River Breeze Night Sparrow

The night was thick.The city also gradually quiets down as midnight approaches, not to mention the suburbs near the countryside.

Wang Ke's case has just been concluded, and waves of unrest have arisen again.The criminal investigation team has been running around for the past two days, and they haven't closed their eyes very well. Now there are tired red bloodshot eyes in the eyes of the two people in the car.

While Jiang Yi was driving, Sun Xiaoqu didn't stop.While continuing to process Fu Yuan's personal information, he contacted the technical department to see if he could try to pinpoint the location of Fu Yuan's phone.

He looked at the materials on the computer, and said, "After Fu Yuan took the high school entrance examination, he studied auto repair in a working middle school. In fact, if he learns a skill in a down-to-earth manner, it may not be a good development."

There are many motorcycle repair shops and auto shops near the Anding Bridge.Maybe after Fu Yuan was dismissed by Sheng Xiang, he worked in these places to earn a living.

Sun Xiaoqu said: "I have an elder brother who is a relative, and he wasn't born to study in those days. But he studied hard and went to a machine repair factory after his job. Now he is a workshop director, and his salary is much higher than mine."

He murmured: "These children. It really can't be like this, this can't be like this..." There was also some regret in his tone.

Jiang Yi: "Children nowadays really have to face more temptations and pressures."

"Now the Internet is becoming more and more popular. The colorful world is fascinating. Although the people on the Internet may not be 'real people', there are more people who are created, but for these children, it is inevitable that there must be comparisons." Think about it. Some people of the same age live in villas, drive luxury cars, and eat big meals. They put aside their mobile phones and look at their own lives, only to feel that everything is not satisfactory. Who would feel comfortable?"

Jiang Yi paused, and said: "They are young, and they don't know that everyone is like a bear in life."

Sun Xiaoqu sighed. "I think Shen Jiacheng is just a little hooligan back then who has become a big boss today. A dog can't change his shit."

Jiang Yi's eyes were sharp, and as soon as the headlights shone on him, he saw a single faint light source in the distance.

"Monkey, look over there!"

This small earthen house is next to an abandoned railway, and it usually takes a detour to drive down from the road on the upper floor.

Jiang Yi didn't feel sorry for his big run, and raced against the clock. It seemed that it was not so steep, and he rushed down the slope.

The room was empty, and a small orange light bulb was on.A layer of dust had accumulated on the ground, and the dust floated in the air. Jiang Yi choked on his nose as soon as he rushed in.There are many footprints and drag marks on the ground, which looks like a mess.

When they arrived, they saw a man covered in tattoos lying on the ground.

There were a bunch of things scattered around Fu Yuan, including a bunch of keys, a mobile phone that was dying, an open pocket knife, and a half-open pack of cigarettes.

Jiang Yi walked in and smelled the smell of gasoline on Fu Yuan's body.The gasoline stains on his white clothes looked fresh.

Jiang Yi looked around, frowning as if looking for something.Seeing Fu Yuan's situation, Sun Xiaoqu seemed to have been knocked out.

There are Fu Yuan's footprints on the ground, as well as smaller and thinner footprints.This also confirmed their previous guess: Fu Yuan kidnapped Shen Haoran and the others.

Could it be that they came to fight back and then ran out? "These little bastards are quite powerful..." Sun Xiaoqu murmured.

Jiang Yi raised his head suddenly: "Not good!" An ominous thought rose in his heart.

"Fu Yuan? Fu Yuan! Wake up!" He urgently called out to the young man on the ground.

Fu Yuan's eyes were half opened, and then closed again as if tired.

Fragments of memories from many years ago linger in his mind, pulling him and making him unwilling to wake up.

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11-year-old Fu Yuan woke up from the narrow and cold bed.The grandma in orange overalls has already done sanitation work and returned.

Winter has arrived, and grandma's clothes are wrapped in the cold air outside, which has not dissipated, as if she is an iceman.

"Ayuan, wake up, go to school."

Fu Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, got up quickly trembling, dressed and washed.

Fu Yuan's house is very narrow, and sometimes he and his grandma have to give way to each other to get through.But a few years ago, that wasn't the case.

After the family's rural house was demolished, the Fu family received a considerable sum of money.But in less than a year, he was completely beaten by his father who went to Macau. Fortunately, he was not in debt.Fu Yuan's father had evil thoughts and stole a neighbor's safe, and was arrested and imprisoned.Fu Yuan's mother then divorced him and left for another country.

Since then, Fu Yuan has been living with his grandmother.Their house is getting smaller and smaller, and now they are barely living on their grandma's meager salary and subsistence allowances.

Fu Yuan was accidentally pushed down by a classmate two days ago and sprained his ankle, so he had to be driven to school by his grandmother on a tricycle.

Every time, grandma would send him as far as possible, but today, when there was still an intersection before the school, Fu Yuan asked grandma to stop.

"I'll just walk over by myself."

"Ah, how can this work? It hurts your muscles and bones, how did you go so far!"

"No need!" Fu Yuan's tone was strong, and he even opened Grandma's hand.Those were a pair of old and ravine-covered hands, they rummaged through the trash, they were as hard as ice in the cold wind.

Grandma is still wearing orange clothes.She always said: "This dress is warm." But in the eyes of others, it is so bright, even so dazzling.

Grandma saw the resistance on Fu Yuan's face, looked at her clothes, smiled, and said, "Got it. Then you go by yourself. Walk slowly. Grandma still has work to do, so I'm leaving first. In the evening, I will come later in the evening, and I am still waiting for you here."

Fu Yuan also felt a little sour.

In the past two days, many students saw his grandma sending him off. They gathered around him after class and asked in a strange tone: "Fu Yuan, can you sleep at night? Do you smell garbage? ah?"

"I know why Fu Yuan stinks sometimes, because his grandma often digs through the trash."

But looking at the back of grandma leaving, Fu Yuan felt like a beast.

He yelled at his grandma's back: "Grandma, you should pick me up at the school gate at night!"

Grandma stopped the car, turned her head towards him, and shouted with a smile: "Got it, good boy!"

Fu Yuan thought to himself, what do they say?The teacher once said, "Whoever says nothing will be rewarded with three springs." Grandma worked so hard to raise him, why would he bother to hurt grandma's feelings because of those heartless people?

Fu Yuan dragged a half-used leg and reluctantly arrived at the classroom before the bell rang.

The head teacher who saw the morning reading looked displeased, walked up to him, knocked on the table, and said, "Come early next time. Your parents are also so irresponsible. You are poor in your homework, so you have to be a stupid bird to fly first. You come like this every time." Night, I am so unmotivated!"

"I'm not late every time. Only this time..." Fu Yuan said weakly, but the head teacher gave him a blank look and said, "Still quibbling. You can change it after you tell me. It's all an excuse. In the future, others will have to Say you're worthless!"

Fu Yuan mumbled and didn't say anything more.

After class was over, someone ran to him again and pushed him.

"Fu Yuan, why are you so smelly!"

"I don't stink..."

"I smell it! You stink!"

They kicked Fu Yuan out.It was cold, but he would rather lean on the window sill and enjoy the breeze.He suddenly heard a girl talking on the other side of the wall.

There was a person with a very sweet and soft voice, and it was Zhang Xiaowan, the representative of the Chinese class that he had always admired.

Zhang Xiaowan has always been a role model in his mind.She was sitting obliquely in front of him, and he liked to look at her profile and straight back when he was sleepy in class.She has such good grades and studies hard, so he can't slack off.

"Which boy in our class do you think is the ugliest?"

"I don't know. I think they all look similar."

"Anyway, among the boys, Fu Yuan is the ugliest one. He looks poor and smells bad. Most importantly, he doesn't wash his hair yet!"

Zhang Xiaowan covered her mouth in surprise: "Really?"

"Really. Look at his hair, it's always greasy."

Winter is here, and it would be nice to be able to boil hot water for a bath once a week.In that cramped house, even if you use cold water to wash your head, you can only go to the sink on the balcony. In winter, the outdoor faucets are frozen... He has always been very troubled by this.

Zhang Xiaowan said softly: "It seems to be true."

Fu Yuan listened with bated breath, blushing.At this moment, his self-esteem instantly collapsed.It's a shame to lose face in front of the girl you like.

As soon as Zhang Xiaowan finished speaking, she felt a little apprehensive.As a result, as soon as the words fell, the "male protagonist" in their conversation rushed over with a livid face.

Zhang Xiaowan was startled.However, she moved her nose immediately, and asked herself doubtfully: Does he really smell bad?

She didn't seem to smell it.

The next class is math class, the preparation bell has already rang, but Fu Yuan's seat is still empty.The math teacher who always liked to start classes early was about to get angry when Fu Yuan suddenly appeared at the door with wet hair in winter.

The math teacher was also stunned. "What's wrong with you?"

Fu Yuan's lips turned white from the cold, and he silently shook his head.Seeing that he was unwilling to speak, like a piece of wood, the math teacher didn't ask any more questions, treated him as late, and asked him to stand at the back of the classroom.

Zhang Xiaowan's hand reached into her pocket, and there was a handkerchief.But she froze, unable to take it out, let alone hand it over.

Fu Yuan stood at the back of the classroom, his whole body was cold, but his heart was the coldest.He looked at the people in the whole classroom, and suddenly felt that they were too strange, too strange to be human.

After school, Fu Yuan stood at the school gate for 10 minutes without waiting for grandma.

"Hey, you, just you, the kid from the darkest country. Come, take this bag of trash back for you."

A boy smiled and threw a bag of garbage over.He didn't tie the bag, and the paper balls, confetti, and snack garbage bags all flew on Fu Yuan's body.

"Isn't your family collecting garbage? This bag of garbage is cheap for you!"

Fu Yuan felt a chill.His head was a little dizzy, and the world seemed to be spinning before his eyes.His anger has never been as high as it is at this moment, as if he is determined to melt the coldness of this world.Because of this, he suddenly felt a warmth, a power.

He rushed forward and grabbed the boy by the collar, threw him directly to the ground, straddled his stomach, bowed with his left and right hands, and the sound of fists hitting the flesh was beautiful like a march in his ears.

"You, don't hit me! Don't hit me! I was wrong! It hurts! Brother, it hurts!"

That was the first time in Fu Yuan's life that he saw other people's fearful eyes.

Those boys said: Fu Yuan is really ugly and smells bad.

Those girls said: Fu Yuan looks poor.

The teacher said: Fu Yuan, you are worthless, you are really not motivated.

Only grandma said: Good boy, good boy, our Ayuan is a good boy.

All the voices hovered and intertwined in Fu Yuan's ears, and finally entangled his thinking and will tightly like vines.But the fists of his subordinates are so hearty, his unwillingness, his inferiority complex, and his jealousy all pass away under this fist.

He was hitting the person he hated and who provoked him. What he vented was the anger accumulated for a long time, and it was a howl of injustice.

But he seemed to be beating himself.Hit a cowardly, incompetent, daring boy with low self-esteem and extreme self-esteem—and finally strangle him.

Fu Yuan's fist was also broken, but he didn't feel pain in his hand, only his throat and nose were sore.

From that day on, no one dared to provoke Fu Yuan anymore.In other words, there is no previous Fu Yuan in this world, there is only one Fu Yuan who cannot be messed with.