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Chapter 132 The Cold Old Days
"It's probably something from my childhood." Her eyes drifted away from the console, "There are also some fantasies."

"So easy to talk to?" Bai raised his head and looked at her, "I think there is a high probability that you will never come to the North to see me again. This is like a final farewell."

"Don't misinterpret my meaning. If you don't listen, forget it. I'm leaving." She said as if to leave.

Bai pulled her back to the chair in front of him. This posture made it look like she was sitting in his arms: "Listen, tell me, I will spend a long time recalling this story until you finally use it again." I have to come to the Northland again to pick me up."

Yu Qian thought for a while about where to start. His eyes fell on the air blankly, as if he had seen some fragments: "Aren't you curious why I have fevers again and again in winter? In fact, this is a kind of stress reaction."

Her voice was very calm. This was actually a very ordinary story. It was an ordinary story in the slums. Ten people were killed by stray bullets. Nine of them were similar, and the remaining one was even worse——

Like all untouchables, Yu Qian has been living in the Outer Ring City for as long as he can remember.

It's just that she didn't have to hide in the garbage dump at first. She still had a roof over her head to protect her from wind and rain.

From the age of six to ten, these were the coldest years she had ever lived.

Yes, cold.

It’s not bitter, it’s not difficult, it’s not poor, it’s not tired, it’s not hungry, it’s not miserable.

It's cold, really cold, it's cold everywhere.

The mother seemed to be an ordinary dancer, and the father didn't know who he was. Yu Qian thought he should have died before she was born, at least she hadn't seen him.

In the Outer Ring City, people who haven't been seen for a long time are usually dead.

One day, his mother went out, and before leaving, she put on a set of exquisite makeup with half-used brand-name cosmetics that she picked up at the ballroom. At that time, Yu Qian thought that she was like everyone wrapped in perfume and cigarette smoke. The days were the same, and I went out to work despite the severely polluted air in the outer ring city.

But after that day, she never came back.

Yu Qian didn't know whether she was dead or gone. His relationship with his mother was not good or bad, and he didn't even communicate much. Although he was scolded and beaten sometimes, he was supported by his mother until he was so old.

Just like other children, who in the ghetto doesn’t get spanked? Not only do you have to be beaten by your own adults, but you also have to be beaten by older children.

This is as normal as eating, drinking and having diarrhea.

Yu Qian didn't have any superfluous feelings. He was hammered twice, and it wasn't too fatal.

Her original life should have been like rolling around in the mud and growing up.

She looks good, and she should be able to find a dance club like her mother, or work as a waitress.

Every day after work, I would take out a handful of bills from my bra, look at my account with a drunken look to see if there was any money coming from someone who had been taken advantage of, and scold today's boss for being so stingy, tip. That's how he spent his time begging, and finally staggered back to the cramped little room, where he fell asleep on the messy quilt with heavy makeup that made a grimace on his face.

This is also the only way out for her limited brain capacity at this age.

But after her mother disappeared, the small room made of simple steel plates in the slums was quickly occupied by others, which made her originally shitty life even worse.

There are no real estate certificates here. There are dilapidated tube buildings, narrow corridors, and all kinds of household garbage piled on the roadside, where flies and mice happily shuttle around.

No police will come to the slums. The slums here are hopelessly rotten. To most people, being in jail is nothing more than a public meal. They have food, drink, and shelter, and are not in danger of dying. It’s so satisfying to forget about it.

The only custodians of order were the gangsters in this area. Those who paid protection fees were given a small area to live in, and those who didn't paid were beaten and driven away to become homeless.

After my mother left, no one paid the protection fee, so this small room, which was as big as a palm and difficult to turn around, was given to other people.

So Yu Qian became a new homeless man. It was winter then.

It's cold in winter, really cold.

She had a lot of frostbite on her body, which made her feel painful, itchy and cold for a long time.

She kept having a fever, but she never died. When the frostbite broke, she felt like a piece of rotting flesh.

Poverty, poverty and poverty are always connected together.

Only the poor are cold.

With no clothes to keep out the cold, no food, and no shelter from the wind and rain, she would be driven away even if she squatted in front of a convenience store and tried to catch the heat that leaked out when someone opened the door.

Yu Qian's happiest moment was when he found a few unwanted rags in the trash can, wrapped them around his body, and wrapped his exposed arms and legs.

Sometimes you can be lucky and pick up some sour food.

This is how she spent her first winter.

It is not possible to beg for food in the slums because everyone is poor and no one has extra kindness.

When you leave the slums and go to the streets, there will be so-called "respectable people" driving away vagrants and beggars in small broken streets that are hundreds of thousands of miles away from the inner ring city.

"Damn it, once a person is born there, he is no longer a human being. He has been left there for the rest of his life. He is not even as good as a dog. Dogs still have the opportunity to sneak into the inner ring city to pick up food in restaurants." Yu Qian said with emotion. One sentence.

Bai looked at her hands, and his eyes fell on her now white and slender fingers. They were a pair of beautiful hands, but they could find the most vulnerable and fatal parts of human beings in the blink of an eye and deliver the final blow.

Except for the calluses left by holding the gun, no other scars could be seen, and there were no thickening of the fingers after frostbite. He knew that her whole body had been injected with replacement medicine, and her skin and bones had been more or less knives, in order to make her weak. The body can have stronger combat capabilities.

She refused to undergo prosthetic transformation, so she could only transform her own body.

In fact, he felt that another reason why Yu Qian did this was to get rid of past memories, but she never mentioned that all his knowledge was when Yu Qian was about ten years old and left the slums to live in a garbage dump. day.

He asked: "Then, you ran to the garbage dump?"

Yu Qian recalled: "That's not all. Life in the garbage dump is even harder. Unclaimed bodies are thrown there every day. It's hot and all kinds of bacteria and viruses are the same as a conference. The homeless people there are all alive." It won’t be long.”

"Then why did you run away?"

"There's no way you can ask such a stupid question."

As long as she can survive in the ghetto, she will not go to the garbage dump.

It is said to be a garbage dump, but in fact there are all kinds of industrial waste.

As long as you stay there for a long time, various diseases caused by chemical substances will follow.

But a child cannot survive in the slums, like an ant that may be trampled to death at any time.

Even when she went through the trash can, she would be yelled at to get out of the way. A bunch of brats who were bigger than her kicked over her trash can just because there was a ceiling above their heads, and used them to use the discarded rotten food inside. That dirty foot was crushed to pieces.

This is the purest evil, with no conflict of interests or emotional entanglements. A child's evil is the purest and most natural evil. He does nothing but harms you.