At the entrance of Zhaojia Village, a young man with an unclear expression was standing with his head bowed. He was wearing black-rimmed glasses with one leg missing. His hair was too long buried in his collar, and his thick bangs blockedHis eyes were closed, and he looked dazed and cowardly.

The dark-faced man took a sip of the tobacco on his mouth, poked the young man with the stick in his hand, and said viciously:

"There are things that mothers did not teach, and you are still eighteen?"

"Don't you still think I can't support you?"

The man beat the stick severely on the Jue tree at the entrance of the village, and the leaves of the Jue tree fell down and landed on the head of the young man under the tree.

Seeing that Zhong Yuan did not resist and stood obediently, the man put down his stick, took out a cloth bag, and waved it in front of Zhong Yuan like alms.

The man said contemptuously: "The coffin book your grandma left for you will go underground after death, so don't tell her that I didn't give it to you."

Only then did Zhong Yuan raise his head and look at the man

Seeing this, the man sneered, "It really is a thankless wretch."

The man handed the cloth bag to Zhong Yuan, Zhong Yuan stretched out his hand to take it, but the cloth bag suddenly fell on the ground in the man's hand, stained with dust.

"The car is waiting at the foot of the mountain, get out of here, I really have had enough."

After finishing speaking, the man beat the Jue tree with a stick hard, and then turned around and walked into the village.

Zhong Yuan squatted down and picked up the cloth bag on the ground. The cloth bag was full of small change, and the amount over fifty was taken away by the uncle.

Zhong Yuan still carefully patted the dust off the cloth bag, and said in a low voice, "Hello."

Although the voice is small, it is very firm.

The man turned his head and looked at Zhong Yuan impatiently: "If you fart, let it go!"

Zhong Yuan adjusted his black-rimmed glasses, and asked cautiously, "Didn't you take all of my subsidy?"

A trace of panic flashed across the man's expression: "What kind of subsidy, don't talk nonsense."

Zhong Yuan put the cloth bag in his clothes, walked forward, tilted his head, and asked obediently, "Then I don't owe you any more?"

The man couldn't help but took a step back, and then he stood still, afraid of what this trash would do, the man let himself become fierce, and squeezed the stick in his hand: "Bah, you lose money..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhong Yuan punched him hard in the face, and the man fell to the ground.

He took off his glasses and rode back on the man, suppressing him so much that he couldn't get up, and his fists came down hard and fast.

The man's body had already been hollowed out by the wine, who was Zhong Yuan's opponent, Zhong Yuan ruthlessly grabbed the man's neck until the man's face turned as red as a pig's liver.

Seeing the man's eyelids turn white, he exhales more air and inhales less, Zhong Yuan slowly let go of his fingers as if he just remembered something.

He walked to the side and picked up the glasses on the ground, and put them on his face again, as if he wasn't the one who just strangled someone's neck.

After putting on his glasses, Zhong Yuan smiled shyly: "Okay, now you don't owe me any more."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked towards the entrance of the village. Only then did the man come to his senses, lying on the ground gasping for breath: "Little bastard...".

He used his hand to grab the wooden stick on the ground, and just as he clenched it tightly, Zhong Yuan turned his head.

Meeting those eyes, the man somehow lost all his courage.

The villagers who came out to watch were stunned, and Zhong Yuan smiled and waved goodbye to other people in the village: "Uncles and aunts, I'm leaving first."

The way down the mountain is not easy. This is a village standing on a cliff. If you want to go out, the villagers climb down step by step through a rope ladder suspended on the cliff.

Climbing to the foot of the cliff, there are long mountains with no way out. If there is no car, people in the village are more likely to get lost in the mountains than to go out.

Zhong Yuan lived in such a place for eighteen years.

In his previous life, Zhong Yuan was a very famous professional player. In the game called League of Legends, Zhong Yuan led his team to win the championship twice in a row by defeating players from all over the world.

Just before he was about to enter the global competition again, play against foreign professional players, and possibly win the first three consecutive championships in the history of League of Legends.

Zhong Yuan traveled through time, dressed as a newborn baby, a baby who was replaced by someone.

In the delivery room full of cries of babies and cries of pain from pregnant women, a woman with a miserable face and a baby boy with an inconspicuous red mole on the tip of his ear came to him.

The woman kissed the baby boy in her arms, took Zhong Yuan away when there was no one in the delivery room, and put the little red mole where Zhong Yuan had been.

The woman who took her was husbandless and sick.

She took Zhong Yuan back to a remote mountain village, and completely let go of the world.

The woman's only younger brother, his uncle, was forced to accept the task of taking care of Zhong Yuan.

Uncle has no children, is addicted to alcohol, and suddenly has a burden. He beats and scolds Zhong Yuan because of his financial difficulties, and it is common for him to starve him twice in three days.

At that time, Zhong Yuan was still young and could not resist. Only his grandmother often hugged him, avoided his uncle's punching and kicking, and quietly gave him a mouthful.

Later, the uncle kicked grandma to the ground, and the people in the village couldn't stand it.

Everyone pooled money every month to the uncle, so that he had to give Zhong Yuan a bite to eat, so the uncle let Zhong Yuan live.

Zhong Yuan thought about leaving the village when he grew up, but he was worried about his grandma and dragged by his uncle.

When Zhong Yuan left, the money would be gone, and he had to take care of the old woman, so whenever a car came to the foot of the mountain, he would tie Zhong Yuan to the house with a rope.

At first, Zhong Yuan would always fight with this uncle until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen. Later, when that man was insane, Zhong Yuan beat him, and he beat his grandma when Zhong Yuan was not around.

After that, Zhong Yuan changed. He put on black-rimmed glasses and covered his neck with his overly long hair.

Unexpectedly, Zhong Yuan was quietly pouring medicine and pesticides into the water he drank.

This incident was discovered by grandma, who firmly grasped Zhong Yuan's hand, not willing to let him ruin her life.

Later, this matter became my grandmother's heart disease. No matter how much Zhong Yuan threatened his uncle to treat his grandmother, it was useless. When Zhong Yuan was seventeen years old, his grandmother died suddenly.Today, he just turned eighteen.

——

"Didi." The sound of the van's horn awakened Zhong Yuan's thoughts. The mountains are a green ocean, and the car is the only boat that can carry people out of the ocean.

Zhong Yuan was taken by this boat all the way to the new world.

"Here we are." The van driver put Zhong Yuan down and walked away. Only then did Zhong Yuan straighten his glasses and look at the surrounding terrain.

The first thing that caught his attention was the large characters of "Shangdong Qingshan School". Looking through the school's solemn gate, he could see the endless green lawn and the exquisite teaching buildings standing in it.

Contrary to the quiet and youthful atmosphere in the school, it is the commercial street where Zhong Yuan is standing.

All kinds of shops are built outside the school, such as Lawson convenience store, coffee shop, and clothing store, which seems to be the center of the business district

At this time, the people around were also looking at this young man in a worn-out sweater with strange eyes. It was hotter in the city than in the mountains, and most of the people were only wearing thin long-sleeved clothes.

Zhong Yuan had endured too many gazes, and he was no longer afraid. He looked for the bulletin boards around him calmly, thinking that there would be a note for rent posted there.

It was already afternoon, and Zhong Yuan was already hungry.

He used his change to buy a finger pancake at a roadside stall set up by the city management to avoid him.

Because the sweater was too big and inconvenient, Zhong Yuan could only pick up half a pancake with his mouth and rolled up his sleeves.

The school bell rang.

Sixteen or seventeen was the age at which hunger was the fastest. A group of high school students rushed out of the iron gate opened by the school and rushed to the shops in the commercial street.

Zhong Yuan, who was inadvertently between the school and the commercial street, just stood against the rushing flow of people like this.

Zhong Yuan wanted to move away with half a cake in his mouth, but was bumped on the shoulder by a passing classmate, and the cake he grabbed fell from Zhong Yuan's mouth, rolled along the wool woven with different colors, and finally fell on the so old that he couldn't see the color.on the canvas shoes.

Obviously someone else bumped into Zhong Yuan, but Zhong Yuan habitually said sorry first, the classmate froze and walked away.

The crowd is still going on, and if the cakes are dropped on the ground and left unattended, people may be trampled everywhere.

Zhong Yuan took out a pack of tissues, squatted down, and was about to put the finger biscuits back into the plastic bag and take them to the trash can to throw away.

The surrounding crowd quickly passed by Zhong Yuan, bumping into Zhong Yuan from time to time, no matter who bumped into him, Zhong Yuan would always say sorry first.

Another shadow covered Zhong Yuan's eyes, and Zhong Yuan repeated: "I'm sorry, I blocked you."

The man didn't leave, and the surrounding area became much quieter.

Zhong Yuan raised his head patiently again and asked, "I'm sorry, can you go?"

Standing in front of Zhong Yuan was a boy with extremely delicate facial features.

He has a very bookish air, and the exquisite and expensive white shirt is buttoned up to the top shelf neatly, exuding a masculine noble and cold aura.

The man was quite a good-looking man.

The boy didn't say anything, he stood sideways in front of Zhong Yuan, and the people around him automatically avoided him.

For Zhong Yuan and him in the crowded crowd, a blank space was abruptly constructed.

Sensing Zhong Yuan's gaze, Fu Fengqing looked down at the boy with black-rimmed glasses in front of him.

The boy was a little dazed, looking inconspicuous, but the face covered by the glasses and thick bangs looked exactly the same as his mother.

With this face, Fu Fengqing couldn't help stretching out his hand to the boy, and asked, "Get up?"

Zhong Yuan looked at the bony hand in front of him unexpectedly, and after a pause for a few seconds, he stretched out his hand to touch it, stood up with Fu Fengqing's strength, and obediently thanked him, as if he wasn't the one who was going to beat someone up a second ago.

After Zhong Yuan got up, Fu Fengqing looked at the boy's worn-out sweater.

The colorful sweater was pilled, and even the pants under him were cut at the knees. The worn-out canvas shoes had turned white and were still standing in mud. It was obvious that his owner had worn these shoes for a long time.

The young man's clothes all showed his distress. Fu Fengqing looked at that face and asked unconsciously, "Do you need help?"

It was the first time Zhong Yuan felt kindness without reason, he was startled and then raised the garbage bag in his hand: "Wait a minute."

Zhong Yuan walked to the trash can where he was, threw the trash in his hand, and used the time he bought to think about whether he should ask for help from a stranger he just met.

The only one hundred yuan in his pocket made him really stretched, and he desperately needed a place to live

When Zhong Yuan came back, his expression was already a usual obedient look, without any aggressiveness, Zhong Yuan said: "Can I really trouble you?"