After the rebirth of the villain, I accidentally greened the protagonist

The guards easily pinned him to the ground.

Some of the passers-by onlookers recognized Hart, who was already a habitual offender of stealing.

Hart was undoubtedly beaten up by the guards in front of passers-by.

However, this is just an appetizer.

The disheartened Hart, whose heart was already dead, let the guards punch and kick him, and he didn't even resist.

"How will I die? I heard that anyone who comes here to steal will be fed to the dogs."

Hart, whose consciousness gradually became blurred, began to think about his own death in his mind.

"stop!"

However, at this moment, a female voice as clear as a silver bell came into his mind, instantly waking him up.

A girl pushed aside the guards beside him and appeared in front of him.

"Are you OK?"

The girl quickly helped Hart up.

Hart was still in a trance. He couldn't tell whether the girl in front of him was a human or an angel. He wondered if he had gone to heaven.

However, the girl's warm hand made him understand that he was still alive.

The girl took out a handkerchief embroidered with roses and helped him wipe the wound on his face.

"Are you an angel?"

Hart said this without thinking at all.

"puff……"

Hearing his words, the girl burst out laughing.

"My name is Ophelia...ah no, you can call me Rose Flower."

The girl's angelic smile gave him the motivation to live again.

Although he didn't know what the identity of the girl was, the man who followed the girl was talking to the guards, and looked like a person with identity.

"Let's go, Rose."

After a while, the man called Rose Flower away.

"Go away, don't steal anything in the future."

Rose Flower said one last word and left.

Hart held in his hand the handkerchief Rose had left him.

He returned to the slums in a trance.

Only the angelic smile of Rose Flower was in his mind.

However, he forgot that there would be consequences for not stealing something.

"Hey, Hart! Where's the stuff?"

The gangsters, armed with weapons, blocked Hart in the alley.

Chapter 30 What can be said in one sentence, please don't make a long story Hey, Hart!What about things? "

The gangsters, armed with weapons, blocked Hart in the alley.

Hart's thoughts were all on Rose, and he completely forgot about it.

He quickly hid the handkerchief in his hand behind his back and stuffed it in his back pocket.

"Brother, listen to me..."

As soon as Hart opened his mouth, Huang Mao hit him on the chest with the stick in his hand.

"What about things?"

Huang Mao didn't want to listen to his nonsense, he only had antiques in his eyes.

"I almost stole it, really almost..."

"So you didn't steal it?"

Huangmao pushed the stick forward again vigorously, and Hart was a little out of breath.

"Give me one more chance, I will... definitely be able to..."

Hart spoke with difficulty.

"Give you another chance? What about this time? Are you really fucking tired of living?"

Huangmao raised his stick and poked it hard on Hart's chest.

"Well……"

Hart suddenly felt as if his chest was going to sink, and his breathing was stagnant.

"Boss, I saw this kid just now, and he seems to be hiding something behind his back."

At this time, among the people behind Huang Mao, a black-faced guy suddenly stood up and said.

"Oh?"

The corner of Huangmao's mouth outlined a somewhat intrusive arc and looked at Hart.

Hart trembled when he heard this.

"What!? Hand it over!"

Huang Mao grabbed Hart's collar with one hand and lifted him up.

Hart, who is only 14 years old, can be said to be powerless.

Long-term malnutrition made his body weaker.

"No, nothing..."

Hart struggled in Huangmao's hand and said.

"Search!"

Huang Mao glanced at the people behind him, and the gangsters immediately came forward to search Hart's body.

"No! There is really nothing!"

Hart kept struggling, for fear that the handkerchief in his back pocket would be found.

"Brother, there is nothing."

The punks groped for a long time, but found nothing.

"Have it! Have it!"

The black-faced gangster found the rose flower handkerchief from Hart's back pocket just now.

"A handkerchief?"

Huang Mao looked at the handkerchief in his hand with a puzzled look on his face.

"Give it back, give it back to me..."

Hart reached out to grab the handkerchief back, but he couldn't reach it.

"You didn't go to steal antiques, did you go to pick up girls?"

Huang Mao held a handkerchief and questioned Hart.

"No, I went, I really went..."

Hart knew that no matter how he explained it, he would not be able to avoid a severe beating. This was already a routine.

But, he wanted the handkerchief back.

From childhood to adulthood, he has never understood one thing, what is he living for.

He asked his grandfather more than once, what is the purpose of living?

Grandpa's answer is always only one sentence: "You will know when you grow up."

In the process of growing up, Hart gradually realized that he lived for his grandfather.

He wanted his grandpa's life to be better, and he wanted to take his grandpa out of this slum and dump one day.

However, before he grew up, his grandfather left him first.

At that moment, he lost his only goal of living.

"You'll know when you grow up."

Hart repeated this sentence countless times in his heart.

He wants to wait until he grows up before asking grandpa.

But now there is no chance.

"Grandpa told him before he left that he must be well and live happily. Then you will know what you are living for."

Hart kept his grandfather's advice in mind and worked hard to live until now.

Even in the face of the daily torture of the punks, he persevered and survived.

However, today he finally couldn't hold on anymore.

He completely lost his will to live.

At this moment, an angel appeared.

He suddenly ignited the fire of hope again, and he felt that he had really found the motivation to live.

He wanted to chase that girl to the ends of the earth.

And that handkerchief was the only tie between them.

He will rely on this handkerchief to find that girl.

"give me back……"

Hart desperately stretched out his hand, trying to get back the handkerchief.

"Huh? Do you take it so seriously? It seems like you really didn't do your job well!"

Huang Mao grabbed his collar and threw him to the ground.

"Call me!"

The punks immediately surrounded Hart, punching and kicking him.

Hart was surrounded and couldn't get out.

"What the hell handkerchief! Pooh!"

Huang Mao threw the handkerchief on the ground, spit, and then stepped hard with his feet.

Due to the humidity, there were puddles of varying degrees on the ground, and the pure white handkerchief was instantly stained with the color of mud.

Hart lay on the ground and witnessed all this with his own eyes.

He suddenly felt that all the pores on his body were opened, his back was chilled, and every hair stood up.

It was like an engine was humming inside his head.

In my heart, I felt like I was commanding thousands of troops to fight, and the drums were beating like thunder.

Most importantly, there was a feeling in his heart that he had never experienced before.

He watched as the handkerchief turned into a black mess, as if the angel in front of him had been defiled.

A never-before-seen idea was born in his heart - he wanted to kill Huang Mao.

"This is the fate of your disobedience! Remember!? If you can't steal it next time, it's not as simple as beating you up!"

Huangmao scolded angrily.

"Hmph, this place is full of mud and water, which has stained my clothes."