C32 Work(2)

This accident was purely an accident, and Bian Liang was so scared that there was only one sound in his brain: run, run as far as you can.

Bian Liang ran desperately towards the direction outside the city. He ran so fast that his throat was dry and smoke was coming out of his throat. Not long after, his chest was aching and he was holding his breath. There was a spicy taste in his throat and his heartbeat was pounding in his ears.

He really couldn't run anymore, so he had to stop and catch his breath.

He turned around and saw a police car flashing its siren and speeding towards him. Bian Liang was scared out of his wits. He ran away and quickly turned into a corner. After a few turns, he finally hid in a hidden corner. After confirming that he had gotten rid of the police car, he took a deep breath.

He could not hold on any longer and sat down on the ground. He felt as if he had lost control of himself and was suffocating.

On second thought, Taiqing wasn't a big city to begin with. If motorcycles and cars were to chase after them, they would be able to find this place very quickly. Bian Liang was extremely afraid. It was not a big deal if he did not have money to compensate others. Anyway, a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water. The key was that he was a fugitive. If he burned people like that, would he be charged with an additional crime?

How could he dare to stay for long? He took a slight breath and set off again.

In the evening, the dark clouds were pressing against the ceiling, and a storm was about to arrive. Bian Liang staggered and finally saw the small town in the depths of the dark clouds. There was a small river outside the town, and a narrow bridge led to the town.

Entering the town? He didn't dare. The town was too small. Once someone chased after him, he would be easily discovered, and he would be penniless. Even if he entered the town, apart from being able to avoid the rain, what else could he do?

What should he do? He carefully observed the surrounding terrain. The river banks on both sides of the river were vegetable fields, and there were a few trees by the river. The river was about a few hundred meters away from the town.

After hesitating for a moment, Bian Liang walked to the river. He first took a handful of the river water and poured it into his mouth. He didn't stop until he was full. He was not so hungry anymore. His weak legs also had some strength.

Suddenly, the heavy rain poured down and the branches on the riverside danced wildly. Without any time to think, he ran towards the small bridge against the storm. After a few steps, he was completely drenched, and the rain made it hard for him to open his eyes. He ran to the bottom of the small bridge and used all his strength to climb into the small hole at the top of the bridge.

Bian Liang was lying in the hole of the bridge, gasping for air. His face was full of rainwater. He instinctively wiped the rainwater on his face with his hand. In an instant, His face was pitch black. He wiped the accumulated dust in the hole onto his face. Only his two round eyes were left. He rolled his eyes. The white eyeballs were especially terrifying. Where did the water dripping from his body go? The water would flow to wherever it went. The space inside the bridge was small and narrow. It was impossible to sit up straight and raise one's head. He could only lie on the slope and listen to the sound of the rain on the river surface. His hanging heart relaxed a little.

Before he could lie down, a bolt of lightning flashed past him. A bolt of lightning struck him, catching him off guard. The horrifying thunder scared him so much that his soul left his body. His eyes were tightly shut and his whole body was limp. His hands were tightly covering his ears as he curled into a ball. He lamented that his life was in danger today. Every explosion seemed to want to throw his soul and body out of the nine clouds. Then he fell into the abyss and shattered into pieces. If he hadn't experienced this thunder and lightning personally. . . It was hard to imagine that soul-stirring fear.

Ten minutes later, the thunder gradually faded away, and the rain also seemed to have become smaller. Only then did Bian Liang dare to slowly open his eyes, discovering that he was still in the bridge cave. The lightning was still swimming in the sky, and the sound of thunder was still echoing, but it was clearly not as terrifying as before. He lightly exhaled, glad that his life was still there, and that it had not been taken away by the heavens.

He was too tired. The light on the side of his tired body slowly closed his eyes. As the thunder and rain gradually became smaller, he fell asleep in a daze.

He slept until the latter half of the night. In his sleep, he was startled awake by a clear gunshot. He immediately turned around and sat up. His forehead heavily hit the top of the bridge.

"Wow!" It hurt so much. He covered his forehead and woke up completely. He found that the surroundings were dark and quiet, and the rain had stopped. Bian Liang could not help but shiver. He suddenly realized something and quickly covered his mouth. He looked at the dark surface of the river, held his breath, and listened attentively. The only sound was the squeaking sound of the autumn worm. The surrounding was so quiet that it made people tremble in fear.

Oh! It turned out to be a dream. He dreamt that the police were catching him, he was running desperately in front, and the police were chasing him from behind. When he saw that he had run far away, the police shot at him.

Bian Liang continued to press his forehead. He could not see anything in front of him. His body was itchy, and it was surprisingly itchy. It was so itchy that he kept scratching and scratching his body. He was afraid. He had never felt fear before. He did not understand why he had fallen into such a state.

Suddenly, there was a "Hua La" sound in the river. It scared him so much that he held his breath again. In the darkness, he seemed to see the faint ripples on the surface of the river and soon returned to calm.

Bian Liang could no longer fall asleep. His body was itchy to the point that his sweat stood up. He touched the bumps on his arms and face. He kept scratching the itch, and his brain could not help but start to let his imagination run wild.

He felt a little cold. His clothes were wet. His stomach was also faintly aching. From yesterday afternoon until now, the particles hadn't entered. The more he thought about it, the hungrier he felt. The more he thought about it, the more pain he felt. He curled up his body and used his hands to block the pain in his stomach. He closed his eyes, as if he could smell the fragrant egg pancakes made by his mother and the fried chicken drumsticks made by his grandmother. There was also a beautiful birthday cake, and the most attractive one was Father Jiang's bulging New Year money.

No matter how long-winded his mother was, at least there was still food at home. After being out for so long, he already understood that finding a job was not as simple as he had imagined. Earning money was too difficult. His current life was too far away from the independence and freedom he wanted.

It's time to go back!

Just as this thought flashed through his mind, Bian Liang suddenly felt that it was unrealistic. How could he go back without money? In order not to starve to death, he sold the precious cell phone that Mother Cao gave him. A cell phone worth more than 1,000 yuan was only sold for 100 yuan. In order to survive, he had no choice but to do so. He spent the money on eating and cutting his hair. Now that he thought about it, his heart ached. The only valuable thing on his body right now was. . . It was a red radio the size of his grandmother's palm. He had also asked, if he bought a new one, it would only be around 100 yuan. When it was sold as a waste, it was only worth a few yuan. A few yuan could not solve any problems. This was the only thought that his grandmother left for him. It carried all of his childhood memories. He really couldn't bear to part with it. If he didn't have this thought, then. . . He would really become a kite with no strings in this world, a dust that no one knew about with the wind. No! Not even dust.

Even though he knew that there was no battery in the radio, he still pressed the switch in the darkness. Only by doing so could he drive away the fear and loneliness in his heart.

Could he walk back? He shook his head again and again. He was so hungry that he was muddle-headed. Wasn't going back just like walking into a trap? Didn't going back mean that he would be sentenced to a juvenile detention center again? Furthermore, it was an additional crime.

He closed his eyes and saw the girl screaming again. He tried his best to drive her away, but it was useless. The miserable scene was already imprinted in his heart.

He did not want to hurt the girl. He originally wanted to repay her, but he did not expect such an outcome.

Why was he always so pathetic? He lay alone in the dark cave and began to re-examine himself. He recalled what he had done in the past two years after leaving the school. He had to admit that it could only be described as terrible. For the sake of work, Jiang Bin was injured, and his grandmother was furious. Today, her sister was scalded again. A'Ying was also implicated in this disaster. Thinking about it carefully, the time he spent with Zhang Wei was his happiest time. However, this happiness only lasted for a short period of time, and very soon, he was imprisoned in the youth detention center. He had tasted the pain and suffering of losing his freedom. And his big brother still hasn't come out of prison.

Why was it like this? Why? Was it wrong to want to earn money to support himself? Bian Liang repeatedly asked himself, but he still could not figure it out. In the dead of the night, he thought about it in the quiet bridge. This was not the life he wanted. The distance between dream and reality was so far. The bone feeling of reality was unbearable for him. After a long period of painful contemplation, He finally came to a conclusion: he was so stupid as to bring disaster to others by carrying a plate. It could be seen that. . . He was an extra person, and he shouldn't have come to this world.

His biological parents abandoned him. It was Jiang Bin who saved him, but in the end, they also abandoned him. Sister Fang Lin adopted him, but she brought him into such an unbearable situation.

He was completely in despair. He could not go back! He could not stay! He could not stay! He could not find a job! He had no family or friends. He had never felt such despair before. He cried. He was alone in the quiet night, curled up in the cave of the bridge in the wilderness, crying sadly.

Bian Liang was physically and mentally exhausted. He felt very, very tired. He was so tired that he could not even lift his eyelids. In a trance, he suddenly had the thought of having a rest for the rest of his life. Yes, As long as he moved a few steps forward, he would no longer be in pain and would no longer be troubled. He looked absentmindedly at the black and black surface of the river. Slowly climbing forward, he climbed to the edge of the bridge. His upper body was already in the air and he saw his grandmother waving at him in the water. He stopped and stared blankly at the dark surface of the river. His grandmother was still smiling.

Bian Liang closed his eyes and slowly moved forward. When he saw Grandma, he leaned against her like before and listened to the radio together. It was so beautiful and warm.

Suddenly, an urgent scream cut through the air. Long Sky: "Brilliant! Brilliant! . . . Where are you? Come back! It was Fang Linmei screaming at the top of her lungs, a long and miserable cry.

Bian Liang stopped there in a daze. He raised his head with all his might as if he had woken up from a dream. He slowly opened his eyes, and the silent surroundings were still pitch black without a trace of anyone. But just now, he had clearly heard his mother's terrified and sorrowful cry.

Bian Liang's half body was suspended outside the bridge cave as if he was sleepwalking. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. As expected, he saw his mother with tears streaming down her face. In the dark night, she became even more terrifying. "Ah!" He suddenly opened his eyes. He found that everything before him was still pitch black. He was stunned and shook his head vigorously. His body lost its balance in an instant, and without any preparation, he fell into the river with a "plop. " He quickly fell into the abyss of death. He struggled desperately in the water, his hands flapping in the water as he grabbed onto something. Finally, he came out of the water and found himself in the sparse reeds. The water was so deep that it could not reach his waist.

Bian Liang climbed onto the shore in a daze. He was extremely exhausted and choked by the water to the point that his head felt like it was being torn apart. He coughed continuously. He did not think that death would be so terrible and uncomfortable. It was as if his internal organs were going to be coughed out. This time, the thought of jumping into the river to commit suicide was completely scared away.

He walked towards the bridge like a ghost.

He fell heavily into the bridge, his body as soft as a bug. Coughing and crying were particularly lonely and sad in the night. His tears fell like rain. He hated his inhumane parents. It was their abandoning that caused him to end up in such a tragic fate. In the darkness, his fists continuously pounded the bridge's pier. The old scars on the back of his hands were mixed together, as if it was the only way. . . To vent his long-held anger and pain.

He was hungry, cold, and shivering.

It was already dawn. The trees that were washed by the rain were emerald green, and the air was fresh.

He stared blankly at the curved roof of the bridge. Hungry, extremely hungry. So hungry that he didn't even have the strength to stand up. He thought of the peaches that could be seen everywhere in front of his house and took a bite. The peach juice dripped down and was sweet and delicious. Peaches could be eaten freely during the ripe season. He was slightly dissatisfied. He threw it away and picked another one. It turned out that he did not feel anything. Only now did he feel that it was such a blissful thing.

Bian Liang crawled out of the bridge cave weakly. His entire body was covered in dirt, from head to toe. Other than his two eyes, there was nothing clean at all. If he came out at night like this, he would really scare people half to death.

He mustered his courage and went to the river to wash his face and drink some water. Then, he staggered to the shore. The water on his hair flowed along his pale face and onto his dirty body. His shirt, which had not yet dried up, was soaked again.

Bian Liang stood in the vegetable field by the river. Seeing that there was no one around, he pulled out a few mountain potatoes, took off the leaves, and casually washed them in the river before taking a bite. He wolfed down the jujubes and quickly swallowed two.

After sitting by the river for a while, he felt that he should not stay here for long. Where should he go? Bian Liang was troubled again.

During this period of time, this question had been constantly bothering him. No matter where he went, no matter how hard he tried, Finally, he returned to the starting point, and this strange circle made it impossible for him to get rid of. . . Just like how Sun Wukong could not find the palm of Buddha, there was always a heartless net covering him. He struggled, he could not break free. He could not escape. His heart was in a mess.

He was extremely depressed. What should he do if he couldn't find a job? Once he returned to his old job, he knew very well that what awaited him would be a new account and an additional crime. However, he didn't want to go to jail.

Bian Liang put his wet shirt on his shoulder, held the radio with both hands, and placed it on his naked chest. The big red lumps on his arms and arms were exceptionally eye-catching. He raised his head, narrowed his eyes, and walked towards the south in a daze. He walked lazily. He had no goal, and he did not know why he walked like this.

An old woman who was picking up trash walked towards him. She carried a bulging leather bag on her hunched back. She held a few empty bottles of mineral water in her hands. With a twist and turn, she walked towards Bian Liang.

Bian Liang stopped where he was and looked at the old lady in a daze. A mineral water bottle? Picking up trash? Thinking about it carefully, sigh? Isn't this money? He was enlightened and seemed to have discovered a new continent. He rubbed his head. Why didn't he think of this before?

Bian Liang couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart, and his empty and confused eyes had some spirit in them. After a while, he raised his head and looked at the blue sky. Suddenly, he felt that the sky was clear and the morning breeze was refreshing, and he unconsciously let out a long sigh of relief.

Bian Liang started to pay attention to the rubbish on the roadside. He had gained quite a lot on that day.

He changed his mind. If he wanted to pick up the trash, he should go to a place with a lot of people. Just as this thought flashed through his mind, he immediately felt that there was a risk. He had been in a hurry yesterday, so he hadn't had time to pick up the umbrella. What should he do? A man's hard work always pays off. Two days later. . . He picked up a pale yellow shoe box. It was appropriate to place the box on his head, neither too big nor too small. This special hat could not only block the sun, but also block the sun. It could also block the surveillance cameras from above.

Bian Liang wore a special "hat" with a large blue plastic bag in his hand. He picked up the waste from the south. After more than ten days, he arrived at Dan Kang County, which was one river away from Jiangzhou City.