C335 The Story of the Town

He looked at her quizzically, small and thin, but his eyes were huge, and his dark eyes were as still as two in the morning. He looked innocent and pitiful.

He felt sorry for her, but then he thought that it was this harmless face that had asked him for three thousand yuan last night.

Hehe, I'll sell my woman for three thousand yuan.

He harrumphed coldly in his heart. He was extremely disdainful as he hailed a taxi and drove away in a cloud of dust.

Zhu Zhu returned to the hotel with her arms wrapped around her shoulders. She stepped on the snowflakes barefooted. The chilliness spread from the tiny nerves in her soles to her entire body. It was like using an icicle to drill into the top of her head.

After two full minutes of walking, Zhu Zhu felt as if she had walked for a century. She ignored the surprised looks and jokes of the people around her.

The receptionist at the front desk told him that the sheets had been burned out by the smoke last night and that he wanted to claim compensation.

They looked at her with their secretive eyes, and their expressions shrank. "Beauty, we can't give you a room until we have a claim for it in accordance with the hotel rules." His tone was gentle, but it sounded like he was gloating. His tone gradually turned cold.

Zhu Zhu clutched her cell phone and flipped through her contacts repeatedly. In her entire life, she had almost no friends. Not to mention helping, she usually wouldn't even say a word.

I really want to die.

That was Zhu Zhu's truest thought at that moment. The scratches on her arms were still there. They were the marks left by him, Chiang Lee, from last night.

Thinking back on his attitude just now, he must have looked down on her very much.

In the end, she took off the necklace around her neck as collateral. Although it wasn't worth much money, it was something that her mother had left her before she divorced. When she came out, she decided to redeem it.

Walking on the crowded streets, everyone in this world has the happiness of sitting in a well and watching the sky. Zhu Zhu couldn't figure out where her happiness was.

But her?

She had nothing.

If being miserable was one of her strong points, she had a bunch of 'advantages'. She had no news of her mother, drunk dad, wretched brother, and of course, a vicious grandmother.

His heart was like dying embers. Facing Zhu Zhu had already trained him to ignore all the pain and darkness.

Do you miss your mother?

Grandma used to ask that question when she was little.

If she replied and thought about it, she would be slapped again and again.

The old cell phone was used to contact his grandmother, but it was broken. In order to contact his mother, she traded her first night for three thousand yuan.

The person she felt most sorry for was her mother.

The scar on the back of her hand was still there. It was so ugly that it seemed to be mocking her.

She stroked the cigarette scar that her mother had left on the back of her hand the first time her father had been drunk since she was a child, the first year her mother had left.

Last night, the man had rubbed her hand and asked if it hurt.

She shook her head.

The first man in the world to caress her told her in a daze that his name was Chiang Lee.

Chiang Lee, Chiang Lee. That was the name Zhu Zhu shouted in her dreams!

But he must have loathed her for taking the money to sell his woman.

Before they reached her house, Zhu Zhu heard something break in the corridor. She looked around and saw that her mother had spent her life to buy this building.

In the past, his mother worked hard doing business at home with some small savings. However, in one night, her father, who did not work, suddenly lost everything and even owed her a huge debt.

In order to pay back the huge debt she owed, her mother jumped down from the building to cheat about some insurance money, but she didn't succeed. In a fit of anger, her grandmother kicked her out of the house forever, and even blamed all the crimes on her mother.

The stairwell was dark, the broken incandescent lights like those of a one-eyed beast losing their light. The steps were covered with a thick layer of dust, and the walls were covered with small ads that specialized in treating psoriasis and repairing computer appliances.

Zhu Zhu couldn't help but close her eyes. This was such a run-down place that her mother had worked hard to make money to build for her. But why, why was she being driven away from such a tiny bit of happiness?

The moment she opened the door, everything that happened later on in the room once again upended her imagination. To be honest, it was extremely shocking.

At first, the room was strangely quiet.

Dad leaned his head back against the sofa, the bottle in his hand, his brother sitting on the floor, panting.

Their hair was disheveled, like straw. The two of them should be in a truce, unable to see any signs of fighting.

She took a deep breath and prepared to take a mop to clean up the water and the mess in the room.

Just as he raised his foot, his father looked as if nothing had happened. He was even smiling. "I'm back."

Zhu Zhu couldn't look straight into those blood-red eyes, and couldn't help but shudder.

Then, without waiting for Zhu Zhu to react, there was a muffled bang and the terrifying sound of a falling object. The beer bottle in her hand smashed into the opposite wall at a lightning speed and immediately broke into pieces.

The juice splattered on Zhu Zhu and her brother's face. Dad was drunk and lost his footing.

The shattered pieces of glass covered the entire floor, and the bubbles in the air caused ghosts and monsters to appear all over the room.

"Good, very good." Dad gave a strange smile and stood up, looking for something on the ground. He stumbled as he picked up a shard of beer from the ground.

He clenched his fist tightly in the palm of his hand. Who knew if it would hurt.

"I made you have no money, I made you have no money," he muttered to himself, grabbing his brother by the collar of his neck with an air of complacency, and stuffing the pieces into his mouth.

The fragments barely managed to squeeze in, but the younger brother's mouth was too small, and his throat was forced open. He let out a hoarse whimper, and red blood oozed from the sides of his mouth, symmetrical as a couplet.

"I'll raise you two bastards, but you won't be able to afford a single cent!" Dad squeezed his brother's chin, his eyes bloodshot, and growled like a lion.

"Zhu Jianguo! "F * ck your mother!" His brother pushed hard, knocking his father to the ground and pulling the pieces from his mouth.

At last his mouth was free and open, and the void of nothingness seemed to bury itself in endless darkness.

His bruised face contorted, unable to express any emotion.

And after the alcohol, Dad's face was like a piece of white paper, with several holes open, letting the wind blow on it, completely unmoved.

Zhu Zhu was scared silly standing at the door. She wanted to walk away, but her legs felt like they weighed a thousand pounds, so she couldn't lift them.

Like a broken toy, his younger brother slowly reassembled and stood up. He turned around and looked at his father, who was on the floor. His eyes widened as he vaguely cursed, "Old thing!"

Then he walked straight up to Zhu Zhu and asked, "Do you have any money?"

Zhu Zhu shook her head.

"Damn it!" "Hurry up and give it to me!" he shouted, his eyes wide.