I can't live, I can't afford to die

That year, Xiao Xiao was not Xiao Xiao.That year, he was still called Xiao Chun.

Since Xiao Chun was in primary school, his grades were not good, and he firmly held the title of scumbag.But he is always the most popular and eye-catching boy in the class, with a natural good looks, a natural good temper, always smiling and easy to get close to.

Since the fifth and sixth grades of elementary school, Xiao Chun has been a frequent visitor in the dreams of girls who are just beginning to love.In junior high school, there were even more bold girls who handed Xiao Chun passionate or implicit love letters.

As for Xiao Chun, he always keeps an excellent sense of proportion, he doesn't have too close contact with all the girls, and he doesn't give people indifferent alienation.This kind of neither near nor far, neither cold nor hot, made the fiery hearts of the girls gradually cool down.The rumors that some people couldn't get what they wanted, began to secretly breed and spread in each other's tacit eyes.

They whispered, look, Xiao Chun lingers on boys more than girls.They whispered that, after all, they are children without parents, so their thinking is different.

They whispered a lot, but Xiao Chun always responded as usual.

Gradually, they lost interest in talking about Xiao Chun, and gradually, Xiao Chun disappeared from the world, and no one paid attention to him anymore.

It wasn't until Xiao Chun filled in the volunteer form in the third year of junior high that he resolutely filled in the name of a vocational school in Beijing in the three columns of the volunteer form, that everyone noticed this boy with a slight smile all day long.

In the third year of junior high school, after all, they are only fourteen or five years old. Who would travel all the way from a small town in the south to the north by themselves, just to attend a vocational school?

The teachers talked to Xiao Chun time and time again. Xiao Chun smiled softly and never explained, but he didn't mean to let go of his mouth and fill in the application.

So, when Xiao Chun was 15 years old, he carried a simple backpack, everyone's suspicion and bewilderment, and his grandmother's reluctance and worry, and went to Beijing alone.

Vocational schools in Beijing are junior colleges, and you have to study for five years.Although there are many courses, the teachers also know that no one will really want to learn, and all the subject exams are just a formality. After these five years, with a diploma, you can go out to find a job.

During this spare time, the students played games crazily, fell in love with each other, and fought and made troubles, but all of them lived a busy and fulfilling life.

Xiao Chun is also very fulfilling.He worked two jobs, delivering milk in the morning and cashier at the coffee shop in the evening.

He needs money.

The first time I saw Liang Shiwei was when Xiao Chun delivered milk one morning.

The milk delivery has to be before the heads of households go to school or go to work, so Xiao Chun goes out on a bicycle at 06 o'clock every day, delivering milk one by one from door to door, and it will be 30:[-].

In mid-December, it was extremely cold and the sky was getting bright late. Xiao Chun had already run two buildings.When I stepped out of the corridor and raised my eyes, I could only see a glimmer of gray sky.

Xiao Chun put his hands to his lips and let out a few breaths, his ten fingers were already red from the cold, like ten little red carrots.He pinched his earlobe to warm his hands again, picked up a few bottles of milk and entered the corridor.

The last bottle of milk was about to be delivered. Xiao Chun stood in front of the door of the ninth-floor residence and rang the doorbell for a long time, but no one opened it.He held back his temper, and pressed it every once in a while without haste, and finally heard the sound of slippers kicking inside the door.

The door was half opened, revealing a very impatient man's face, without saying a word, just staring at Xiao Chun.

The man has a bad face.A layer of stubble sticking to the scalp, a layer of blue in the morning light that penetrated through the crack of the door, the slender eyelids are extremely thin, the cold and hard lip line is tightly drawn, and a blue-black stripe is exposed on the cotton vest. Patterned flower arms.

The heating in the room was fully turned on, and at this moment, all of a sudden, he rushed towards Xiao Chun.As soon as the cold and warm qi struck, Xiao Chun felt a numbness rising from the soles of his feet, and lost his strength for a moment, and the glass feeding bottle in his hand fell to the ground.

There was a bang.