The boss is holding me by picking up trash

Originally, it was just pretending not to be provoked, but Jing Sui is currently in a bad mood, and this is not to be provoked from the heart.

At a quarter past eight, Jing Sui walked into his community.

This community is not newly built, but it is not too old, and the location is just right.There is no proximity to the city center that makes housing prices prohibitive, nor is it so remote that everything is inconvenient.

It is simple, compact, comprehensive, and very tolerant to ordinary people.

Jing Sui liked this neighborhood very much. He was eager to stabilize at the beginning, but his parents didn't have any objections, so he bought his first house without hesitation.

The doorman is also a neighbor, seeing him surprised: "Is Xiaojing here?"

"Morning, Mr. Gong," Jing Sui joked, looking at the small pieces of watermelon he planted in the flower bed, "It seems that the harvest this year is good."

The uncle is happy: "I will eat it by myself..."

Walking through the shade of the plane tree, I walked into the unit door and took the elevator upstairs. When I opened the door, there was a thin layer of fine dust on the doorknob, but Jing Sui didn't notice it.

The room is very quiet, and the indoor temperature is suitable for July weather, but there is no trace of popularity.

"Mom? Dad?" Jing Sui yelled and turned around each room, walking more and more slowly, and finally went back to the dining room at the entrance, sat at the table, bowed his head and fell into silence.

After a while, his fingers on his knees trembled unknowingly.

There was no one in the house, it wasn't because I had something to go shopping for groceries, it was because there had been no one for a while.

The refrigerator was empty, the water stains in the pool that had dried up for a long time were covered with a layer of gray mist, and the colorful rags were a little hard after being dried.

The bedroom, yes, and the bedroom, the bed is fairly tidy, but there is nothing left on the counter, the wardrobe is empty like a piece of new furniture waiting to be used, and the jewelry that my mother usually loves is expensive at least Cosmetics that did not match her financial ability were taken away by wind and clouds - like those useless, used ones, cotton swabs, gifts, old toothbrushes, all left behind, abandoned, lying alone and dirty to wash her face Ikegami.

"Heh—" Jing Sui let out a long laugh, as if, as if, he wasn't surprised at all.

It's just that something that should or should have happened happened long ago, and he was not informed.

Jing Sui lowered his head, his spine bent into the shape of a crescent moon, staring at his hand with a smile on his lips.

After a long while, he got up again, walking wildly thinking: how long has he not been back?

half moon.

When was the last time you had contact with your parents?

a week ago.

What did you say?

Work is yellow.

However, he said he had found a job washing cars and would be able to go to work the next day.

Why are you in such a hurry--

Jing Sui stopped suddenly, and he saw a note pressed under the ashtray on the coffee table in the living room.Stepping forward to pick it up, a hard object fell out of "Bang Dang" and hit the back of his foot.

He picked it up, it was a bank card, his father's, he used it to transfer money to them.His parents didn't use the bank card he gave them, so they had to get one themselves. He only knew the bank and card number for this card, so it was convenient to transfer money. Once you get it, you can crack the password.

Seeing this worn out card now, Jing Sui thinks it is very hateful, and the idea of ​​throwing it away and breaking it is spinning in his mind.

But his irritability was only staged by him. In reality, he just held the card tightly, making it deeply embedded in the palm lines.

Note-sized note, the content is not too complicated:

We're gone, the number has changed, don't contact me again.

The card is the money you earn, it is yours, and it will be returned to you.

Password: 051589

We're fine, don't worry.

The handwriting is easy to read. It is horizontal and vertical, stroke by stroke, which his mother has never had the opportunity to practice since elementary school.

Originally, Jing Sui had no doubts, but when he saw the code, he suddenly burst out with deep perplexity, bewilderment, and ridiculous laughter all at once.

"Why?" He murmured, and his sarcasm ran out of oxygen, causing him to take a long gasp, and followed the momentum to calm down.

He collected himself, took out a pen from his room to cover up the password, tore up the sticky note and threw it into the trash can, then closed the door with the card and left without looking back.

His parents left him and disappeared.But for him now, the collapse mentality is the collapse mentality, and he has to go back as he came.

The rickety bus is also very suitable for Jing Sui to think about life.

It's just that his mind refused to think, and played the same entry over and over again: I don't want to work hard anymore.

Until entering the school district, Jing Sui didn't think about why, but other students nearby got an obvious signal - Jing Sui is even more difficult to mess with today.

Jing Sui was wearing a white short-sleeved sweater, gray casual shorts, a waist bag slanted across the body, his hands in his pockets, and a casual look with his eyes could make people feel oppressed.

But when he took out the pink lollipop and licked it, it was much better.

Jing Sui was trying to warm up his mood with the sweetness in his mouth and forget all kinds of ghosts and monsters, but a very harsh voice came from the broken alley passing by.

A sense of unpeaceful daggers.

"Although I am physically disabled, my will is not so simple and I will give in..." The man's words were full of righteousness, but his tone was a little hip, weak and slow, "Even if you continue to scold me and beat me, I will not I agree with your behavior, cough..."

Bullying disabled?Jing Sui licked the tip of Tang Tang's tongue stagnated, and turned his toes to walk towards the broken alley.

After taking two steps, he stopped again, and laughed at himself: I'm such a ghost, why do I still have time to meddle in other people's business?

The alley continued: "Where is the madness, I want to beat your mother so that you don't even know it! Brother Chen, let's throw him down?"

Jing Sui was about to leave, and when he heard this sentence, his eyes narrowed and his thoughts diverged. This voice was purely unfamiliar, with a little naivety that he was not familiar with but insisted on playing hard. The leader of the gangsters was also called "Brother Chen", so except Chen Min didn't do what he wanted.

It must have come to squat him.

It is also related to him.

No meddling.

While thinking about it, Jing Sui crunched the lollipop that he hadn't eaten for a long time, took out the paper stick and threw it into the trash can while turning into the alley.

Cracking, cracking a mouthful of silver teeth and sugar cubes: "Oh, it's Brother Chen."

Those who squatted against the wall were indeed three unfamiliar student faces, wearing the iconic ugly green school uniform of the Experimental Middle School.

Chen Min stood up when he saw him.

Jing Sui had already reached the depths of the alleyway, where the sunlight couldn't shine directly, and the surroundings were a little dark.He grinned at Chen Min, raised his chin and nodded at the fifth person present: "New business?"

The angry boy didn't need to speak too much, a look and an expression were enough provocation.

"Fuck NM!" The crisp sound of glass cracking accompanied by the friction of clothing materials instantly ignited the quiet alley.

Jing Sui was about to take the move, but the creepy "meow—" and "stop!" made all of this suddenly have nothing to do with him.

Almost at the same time as the meow sounded, the disabled brother with his back facing him and sitting in a wheelchair screamed and pounced on a gangster boy, and the two rolled into a ball. Intense, and hurried to help his brother.

There was only one person standing between Jing Sui and the mess, a little confused, Jing Sui tilted his head to look behind him, and was dazzled by a smashed beer bottle waved by one person.

"Are you fucking with murder weapons? Ah!? Are you good at dealing with disabled people??" Jing Sui rushed up immediately, and the confused brother was no longer confused, and stopped him with his hands. Punching is flying sand and rolling stones.

During the period, Jing Sui vaguely heard someone complaining hoarsely: "Xiaohua is still so young! You can't even eat enough! You are pregnant with a cub to live alone, and you still abuse it. You are in vain!!"

Jing Sui was punched in the chest, and immediately he didn't care what anyone said, and responded sharply: "You are an MD!!!"

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In this chapter, Xiaohua is specially invited to star.