Regardless of pear

Li Li has no money, and lives in a dilapidated house that an old man used to live in.The country gave a lot of subsidies so that the old man can live a good life in the future, so when Li Li wanted to rent his house, he didn't ask for much money.Li Li gave as much as she could, but she was not sure when the house would be demolished by the government.

The outside is a wall made of red bricks, and there is a pot of prickly pear outside the door. In memory, the owner of this body is also a person who often does not go home. This prickly pear is just growing freely.

He took out a rusty key, the keyhole was extremely rough.Shen Baili clicked and twisted several times before opening the lock.The palm of the hand pushed the door forcefully, and the decayed wooden door made an overwhelmed creaking sound.

As soon as Shen Baili entered the door, he could smell the damp smell unique to old houses.Frowning slightly, he looked at the narrow room of less than 30 square meters, not to mention tidy, but it was sorted out for boys of Li Li's age.Facing the door was a small table with a small book on it, Shen Baili picked it up and flipped through two pages, it turned out to be an account book.

What surprised Shen Boli more was not the few cents of income recorded in it, but Li Li's delicate handwriting.According to my memory, Li Li’s educational background is only a primary school graduate, and he dropped out of junior high school after only one year. I didn't take it to heart, and worked around when I was a minor.

But this delicate handwriting is really much more pleasing to the eye than Shen Baili's wild cursive.

Shen Baili's handwriting is not ugly, but it doesn't look like a woman's handwriting.Unrestrained and unrestrained is in line with my character, but this Li Li writes as gentle as jade.Shen Baili shook his head with a smile, and put down the ledger.

When he lowered his head, he saw something under the original ledger.Dozens of coins, a few bills and a photo.

It looked like a family portrait, but half of the top was torn off, leaving only Li Li and the little girl next to him.It should be his sister Li Xiaoli.

Pushing open the window at the head of the bed, Shen Baili stood at the air outlet trying to get some air.

Li Li's short life can be said to be unfortunate and difficult. When he was young, he only had memories of his father's domestic violence and his mother. Later, his mother left him and his sister and ran away.When little Li Li went out to work, his only memory was his father's blurred face and the fist or stick he swung.

Later, he brought his younger sister to Liben City and started a difficult life.

Shen Baili was so bored that she had quit smoking when she was in college, and it has been seven or eight years now.At this moment, I really want to smoke one to suppress the sourness in my heart.

The reason why Li Li died that night was because he was earning tuition for his younger sister.Originally, he was doing part-time jobs according to his duties, but some "friends" even wanted to cheat him of his money!

Gambling, at the beginning a lot of money came in, but when he got into it, they started playing tricks. 'Kindly' borrowing Li pear usury.

It was just a loss of 3000 yuan, and the interest was rolled to more than 2000 yuan.This Li Li is also not afraid of death, and he is not afraid of death if he asks for money.

Young people are full of enthusiasm and are not afraid of death.But the other party is the least afraid of this kind of trickery.The gangsters who came to the hospital today and hurt themselves have nothing to do with those loan sharks, but they are indeed at their beck and call.Li Li was killed by them like this.

Shen Baili's heart was filled with fire, Li Li did something wrong.gamble?Adding up to more than 5000 is worth this life? At the age of 18, Shen Boli was surrounded by a group of followers, looking like a big brother, living a chic and willful life.

Raising his hand to touch the bandage on his head, Shen Baili looked at himself reflected in the glass.

"....sorry.."

How can a person like myself have the right to take away Li Li's life?No matter how unfortunate and miserable he is, as long as he is still alive, he still has unlimited possibilities in the future.

The place facing the end of the bed is a simple kitchen with no walls for partitions.Li Li pulled an old cloth to separate the bed from the kitchen.Pots and dishes were washed very clean.The few clothes on the head of the bed were neatly folded, the quilt was a bit messy, but Shen Baili felt it.My own room, my own bed, fold the quilt every day for whom?

Seeing that the sun was still bright outside, Shen Baili took the quilt out to dry in the sun.

"Xiao Li, are you back?" Shen Baili, who was patting the quilt, was interrupted by this voice, and turned to look.

It's Aunt Zhang who lives in the alley.

Aunt Zhang was widowed in her early years and has a son.The house demolition and they will move out soon.When I come back from buying vegetables, I always pick some vegetables for Li Li.Although it is mostly vegetables, Li Li is already very grateful.

"Aunt Zhang." Shen Baili is the best at dealing with people, but his head is buzzing with pain, but his face is still smiling like honey.

"Hey, what's wrong with your head?" Aunt Zhang's heartache for this skinny boy was not fake. In her opinion, Li Li was obedient and sensible.I can't earn money by working part-time, so I often take care of each other.

Shen Baili touched her bandage subconsciously, "It's okay, I just fell and broke it yesterday."

Aunt Zhang obviously didn't believe it, just like Li Li.As long as he is not about to die, he will never go to the hospital or pharmacy, where he said it would be a waste of money.But Li Li didn't want to say and she couldn't ask more.

Frowning and looking at Li Li's head worriedly, she suddenly reached out and rummaged through her vegetable basket.

"Come on, here are the spare ribs I bought in the vegetable market this morning. Here you go. Take them to make soup." Aunt Zhang's determined look didn't want to be polite at all.

It was also the first time in Shen Baili's life that he was given alms by others, but he wanted to cry inexplicably, and his eyes were sour.

"No, no, I'm really fine."

"Hold it." Aunt Zhang grabbed Li Li's hand involuntarily, trying to stuff the ribs into his hand.

Shen Baili had never faced this kind of situation before, and was a little at a loss, "This, this... If you give it to me, I won't do it either."

"That's right." Aunt Zhang seemed to be paused.Just when Shen Baili thought she would give up on it, Aunt Zhang thought for a while and said, "Well then, I've prepared it and you come to my house to eat."

My God, there are such good people in this world? !

This is what Shen Baili is thinking at the moment, she has met many people, both good and bad.But she has never seen such a simple one. She has lived for 29 years, and she has never received any gifts.This chop was probably the cheapest gift she'd ever received, but it was so expensive.

"Don't! Don't do this." Shen Baili smiled wryly, "How could I go to your house, you should hurry home and cook. Your son is still waiting for you at home."

After all, I finally persuaded Aunt Zhang to go back.

After spreading the quilt, Shen Baili went back to the room to look around.At least now that I'm using this room, I still have to figure out what's in that room.

Just after counting the pots and pans in the small kitchen, there was a knock on the door.Before Shen Baili could think about whether the debtor came to the door, the person outside the door spoke.

"Xiao Li, I cooked the spare ribs and brought them to you."

Shen Baili was stunned in shock, how could there be such a good person?

"Xiao Li? Are you at home?"

"Ah, here!"

This meal of meat was the most pious and grateful meal Shen Baili had ever eaten.

The author has something to say: Is this not procrastinating?These are all things that I think must be written.

Why do I just like to write about good people?

Because there are many good people in this world.

I believe that the world is gentle, because I am a part of this gentleness.