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There is a residential building on the west side of the bridge, and the first floor has been converted into shops.
Zeng Jingyuan¡¯s casino was opened underground, and his foot-washing shop was opened above ground. The store on the first floor, the private rooms on the second floor, the original owners lived on the third and fourth floors, and there were screams and moans hidden behind every door on the fifth and sixth floors.
A noodle shop opened next to the foot washing shop. Every Tuesday, beggars gather here, waiting for a bowl of steaming noodles from the shop. With their noisy background, Xu Han sneaked into the back door of the noodle shop and climbed up the damp and rusty stairs of the foot wash shop.
A hole was cut in the corner between the first and second floors. One day last month, someone fell out of here in the middle of the night and broke his neck. She happened to come over the next day and saw the man's appearance. Shirtless, wearing only a pair of underwear. It is said that he hit his head on the corner of the stairs and cracked his skull. No blood.
Xu Han jumped into the corridor from the hole. Under the wall with the hole was the noodle shop's kitchen. The wall was dark, as if it had experienced a fire. Old Man Ma once told her that Zeng Jingyuan burned people there. A living person is burned into a puddle of oil and a pile of bones. In the end a handful of ashes remained.
There was water sprinkled in the corridor, and the weather in June was humid and hot. Xu Han climbed up the stairs, passed the third floor, and passed by the fourth floor. The blind man was waiting for her at the corner of the fifth floor. He is in his early forties, has a hunchback, and is not blind. At the beginning of last year, he grabbed her hair and listened to Zeng Jingyuan's instructions, almost sending her here.
He led her to the room at the end of the fifth floor, and the blind man took out the key and opened the door.
The living room is full of smoke, but the smell that floats is not the smell of cigarettes. There was a little girl lying on the spread out sofa bed, her hair disheveled covering her face, her naked body covered with a corner of the quilt, only her bruised buttocks and bamboo pole-like legs exposed. The legs were spread wide, and a thin-necked wine bottle was stuck underneath.
Zeng Jingyuan was sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the balcony, with the light behind him and a cigarette in his hand. The sparks from the cigarette butt flickered on and off.
He tilted his head and waved to Xu Han. The blind man pushed her shoulders and asked her to stand in front of him.
As he got closer, Xu Han discovered that there was a big cake at Zeng Jingyuan¡¯s feet. Snow-white cream, colorful candles. Eleven sticks. She froze in place.
"Today is your birthday." Zeng Jingyuan raised his raised feet and motioned to her, "I bought a cake for you."
Xu Han lowered his head, neither moving nor making a sound.
????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????OUT Out??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Zeng Jingyuan squinted his eyes, put the cigarette in his hand to his mouth: "Shall you eat first? How can we talk about business if you don't eat?"
The blind man standing behind Xu Han touched her knees, and she knelt down with a plop. He grabbed her hair, pressed her head, and pushed her face into the cake. The cake collapsed in half, and the cream buried her face and stained her hair. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth. The blind man pushed her head and took big bites.
The sweet cream was swallowed down her throat, and she lay down at Zeng Jingyuan's feet, enduring the nausea as she devoured it. Like a dog.
"Is it delicious?" she heard Zeng Jingyuan ask her.
The blind man picked up her face. Her eyelashes were covered with cream and she couldn't open her eyes, so she just nodded in the darkness.
"I'm mute again." Zeng Jingyuan said.
The blind man slapped her face.
"It's delicious" Xu Han made a sound with trembling lips, half of his head was numb and hot, "It's delicious"
"It's not delicious." Zeng Jingyuan smiled, "You must have eaten better than this before."
She was shaking all over, but she didn't answer.
Waved the blind man out, and after he closed the door tightly, Zeng Jingyuan bent down and wiped the cream from Xu Han's eyes with his free hand. "I heard that a lot of you kids have been arrested recently." He leaned in front of her face, smelling a sweet smell in his mouth, "What happened? Wasn't the first three months good?"
Xu Han closed her mouth tightly, shaking so hard that she couldn't find her voice.
¡°Don¡¯t just keep shaking, why don¡¯t you tell me?¡± He wiped the cream from her cheeks again and waved his hand.
Finally, she restrained her chattering teeth and opened her mouth, her voice hoarse: "The police officer knows that we are delivering goods."
"Toutiaozi have become smarter this year." Zeng Jingyuan took a puff of cigarette before leaning back in his chair again, "We use little beggars to deliver goods, do they know it?"
"Offline," Xu Han said, "There are too many offline."
There was silence for a while, and he seemed not to hear her words. After a long time, he asked again: "What did the captured dolls say to them?"
"I didn't say."
"Didn't you say?"
Xu Han knelt at his feet, her body trembling faintly, her head buriedFemale student, with an oval face, big eyes, and eyebrows like willow leaves. She looked at the little girl and told her: "You come in through the door, 116."
The little girl slipped into the dormitory.
The door of 116's room was open a crack. She pushed it in and closed it tightly. The curtains were drawn tightly, letting in only a faint light. The female student was wearing underwear, walked to a chair, and picked up the cheongsam on the back of the chair.
"Where are the things?"
Taking off her bulging schoolbag, the little girl opened it and took out a bag of white powder.
The female student took a glance, put on her cheongsam, walked to the mirror by the door, and tied up her black hair.
"What's your name?" She looked at the skinny little girl in the mirror.
"Girl."
"How old?"
"eleven."
Putting down her slender wrist, the female student took the key to open the drawer and gave her the money.
"When I go out, you can sneak away again." She said, "Remember to lock the door."
The little girl took the money and nodded numbly.
Xu Han stood by the window, opened the gap in the curtains, and saw the female student walking out of the dormitory.
There is a black Guangben parked on the ground in front of the dormitory door. The figure in a blue cheongsam stopped beside the car, opened the door, and stepped into the car.
After tightening the curtains again, Xu Han turned around and slowly walked to the mirror where the female student was combing her hair.
In the dim light, she couldn't see her face clearly.
But she knew she didn't cry.
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Xu Han. Han, another name for lotus. Lotus, also known as lotus, has a straight middle and straight outer shape, emerging from the mud but not stained.
Zhao Xishan. Xishan, I hope she can be kind. Be kind and hope others will treat you well.
Zhao Yichen. Morning, morning, when the sun comes out. Life is bright. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com