The Violent Little Girl's Descent into Hardship (Part 1)

  Sometimes, places with more people can be more dangerous.

  As she caught her breath, she found herself in a grove of trees within an old park.

  The park is no longer open to the public, on the west side you can see a high-rise building model in the building, with scattered people all over it, day and night construction of that high-rise building.

  This was a source of regret and discontent for the residents around him, but for Luo Li, it was also the best and safest hiding place.

  After figuring out the situation around her, she couldn't help but let out a sigh and sat down on the ground covered with dry leaves.

  Then, she reached into the wet and soggy pants pocket, pulled out a dripping piece of pulp. She was stunned, then quickly grabbed the largest corner of the pulp, trying to pull it out, but she only lightly tugged, tearing off a corner.

  Her eyes slowly opened, and she let out a stifled cry, making a strange wail.

  It's like crying and scolding at the same time.

  She stared blankly at the mashed up mess, her eyes lifeless, and fell into a long, long daze.

  She couldn't help but shiver at this point.

  The filthy water that had seeped into her clothes slowly drew out the little body heat she had left, gradually disappearing with the wind, until her whole body was chilled to the bone, not icy but cold enough to pierce through her chest, cold enough to make her hug herself and shiver uncontrollably.

  Without much thought, she hastily took off her shirt and the now oversized suit pants. Then, wearing only a pair of ill-fitting boxer shorts, she grabbed a dry leaf and repeatedly wiped and rubbed, intending to absorb the water from her clothes.

  Every time she wipes a few times, she will stop and touch it with her hand to feel the remaining water on it.

  This repeated many times, until she became increasingly nervous and fearful that someone would suddenly appear nearby, so she put on her shirt with the remaining temperature and endured the foul smell.

  As for the long pants, they were discarded after several hesitations. After all, one of the easiest places for a person to feel cold is their legs, where blood circulation is relatively slow and scarce. Her instincts told her that if she continued to wear those cool silk pants, she would almost be unable to walk.

  She held her phone in one hand, dazed and disoriented, wandering aimlessly through the forest, searching for a dark corner that could shelter her.

  Suddenly, she found a small house with no one in front of her, just like finding an oasis in the desert. She walked with excitement and rushed over.

  The quilt in the house, pots and pans, bowls and chopsticks, made her fall from heaven into a deep valley.

  She left this place in a state of panic.

  After walking a certain distance, she suddenly found that outside was a highway with vehicles passing by from time to time.

  Don't go there!

  She was afraid, and she shrank back again; finally, to her surprise, she found an even better hiding place.

  She returned to the area of low houses made of wooden sticks and canvas, carefully searching for a blind spot that didn't face any door, then hastily stole a quilt from one of the low houses and returned to her secret base - the wall root behind a tent house on the edge.

  She was overjoyed, retreated to the wall root, wrapped her whole body tightly in a quilt, and in the darkness and warmth, her nervous heart finally calmed down, just like an ostrich that shrinks its head into the sand.

  Holding onto her now-only phone, she fell asleep heavily in exhaustion.

  ……

  ……

  Old Yang is very happy today, there's a square near here having an activity, singing and dancing, made a ruckus for the whole afternoon.

  It's already 7 or 8 o'clock at night and you're still doing it!

  Wow... so many people, a huge crowd!

  Old Yang loves this kind of scene, where there are many people gathered together, even drinking water and beverages all converge in one place, picking up bottles is effortless!

  Old Yang was busy for an entire afternoon, picking up over ten pieces of bottles. His feet were sore, his back ached, and his hands felt numb, he really couldn't pick anymore, but he couldn't stop either. Damn it, there were still so many competitors around, if he took a short break, that would be several cents lost.

  Slowly, Old Yang found himself unable to keep up with others, feeling unbalanced in his heart. Damn it, can't you guys pick and wait? I'll find a few more people!

  Then, Old Yang stepped out with a nimble yet awkward gait, embarking on his journey back home.

  Back home, friends were almost all cooking noodles. Old Yang shouted loudly: "Hey, brothers, there's an event at the square over there, hurry up and go grab some."

  His friends were all unkempt and dirty, with hairstyles that stood out in a unique way, either wrapped in women's cotton-padded jackets or draped in tattered and worn-out overcoats, the whole look was simply like a beggar gang hiding in modern cities.

  Everyone laughed, their teeth were missing and yellow, in a row, none of them looked good when they smiled, it was unbearable to look at.

  Laughed enough, feeling relieved, everyone continued to focus on slurping noodles.

  The sound of the flute is crisp and clear, matching perfectly with the tent village nestled deep in the park's woods. It immediately brings to mind one word: poverty.

  Since everyone didn't believe him, Old Yang couldn't care less. Since they all came back, he was too lazy to go out again. He thought to himself, first boil a bowl of noodles, then snuggle in the quilt and sleep beautifully, ah, bliss!

  Lifted open his own tent's canvas door curtain, Old Yang stood foolishly at the entrance.

  He put down the curtain, tilted his head, swept his gaze over all the helpers present, and scrutinized them carefully. He muttered to himself, "This is strange, who stole my quilt?"

  Rubbed his rough and calloused nose, Old Yang sulkily went around searching everywhere, people scolded him, what are you looking for?

  Lao Yang didn't respond. What if no one had stolen his quilt? Wouldn't that be a joke? So he thought, let's search first and rule out other possibilities before saying anything.

  In a burst of laughter and scolding, Old Yang searched east and west, ah, damn it, didn't expect to find it here, really, another village hidden behind the willows.

  Was it blown away by the wind?

  Staring at the quilt huddled in a ball at the foot of the wall behind his own tent, Old Yang was puzzled, shook his head, and without thinking much, he walked over with big strides, bent down, picked up the quilt and tried to hold it in his arms.

  The quilt was pulled away, revealing a white and tender body.

  Old Yang let out a startled cry and fell to the ground with a thud.

  Is he dead?

  There are over ten quilts here, why did you have to use mine to hide a corpse?!

  Suddenly, Old Yang noticed that the young girl lying on the ground moved slightly.

  Not dead!?

  Old Yang hastily rushed over and looked at the girl's face, only to see her frowning, with a painful expression, obviously still alive.

  Old Yang hesitated for a moment, stretched out his rough big hand, and gently pushed the girl.

  ……

  Luoluo slowly opened her eyes, which were blurry and unclear. Everywhere was dark, and beside her was a wrinkled face...

  "Hmm!"

  She let out a muffled hum, cold sweat breaking out as she subconsciously dodged backward, her face full of vigilance and terror, staring fixedly at the old man in tattered clothes under the night sky.

  Like a fool, Old Yang stared blankly at Luo Li's exposed chest and breasts. The old man and the woman locked eyes, neither of them speaking a word.

  Suddenly, Old Yang puckered his lips and furrowed his brow, to the point where his entire face was almost scrunched together, making it difficult for people to discern his expression.

  Luoluo, who was holding her breath, swallowed hard and stared at the other party with extreme vigilance, not revealing any expression. She slowly backed away, propping herself up with both hands on the dry leaves, as if facing a great enemy.

  Old Yang slowly crouched down, then sat on the ground, picked up the quilt and threw it at Luo Li.

  Luoluo, who was frightened out of her wits, didn't dare move for a while, until she saw that Old Yang's face was calm and serene. Then, with great care, she picked up the quilt and covered herself, shielding her exposed body from view.

  Old Yang raised his aged eyes and said, "Little girl, you ran out of your house?"

  Subconsciously clutching the quilt, Luo Li didn't respond, only staring at him intensely.

  Staring at the little girl's defensive posture, Old Yang opened his mouth as if smiling, with only a few teeth left, but very white. He raised his hand and gently waved it, saying: "Don't be afraid of me, I'm old like this now, even if you're such a beautiful little girl, I'm not interested..."

  Even with this explanation and consolation, Luo Li still stared at him, but his gaze had softened.

  After a moment of silence, Old Yang smiled and asked: "Have you eaten yet?"

  Dazed for a moment, Luo Li nodded slightly, then lowered her eyelids, remained silent for a while, and shook her head again.

  Old Yang laughed and laughed with great joy, his face lowered as he let out a long sigh. He supported himself on his knees and tried to get up with difficulty.

  Then, only his old pants had something bulging out, round and slanted, about the thickness of a calf.

  Her pupils suddenly contracted, as if electrified, her body shrunk back, her whole body numb with fear and despair, she shrieked: "Don't come any closer!"

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