Chapter 1

It was two o'clock in the morning when Fu Zhen returned home. He recently changed his job and worked as a bartender in a bar. It was almost this time that he could get off work almost every day.

In the small living room, there was no sound at all. Fu Zhen knew that his roommates had already fallen asleep at this time. He put his feet more lightly, went to his room door, took out the key, carefully opened the door of his room, and closed it gently. There was only a slight sound in the process, which did not disturb anyone.

He went back to his room and immediately took off his overalls. He didn't even turn on the light. He collapsed on the small single bed like a tired dog.

His breath was very clear in the dark. Maybe he was too tired in the past two years. Fu Zhen's heart began to have problems during this period. Not long after he fell down, he began to have a violent beat. His breathing became heavier with the heartbeat.

After a while, the heartbeat finally became normal. Fu Zhen slowed down, took two deep breaths, got up from bed and turned on the light.

He shared the rent with others. There were five people in the small house. His room was the smallest, less than five square meters. There was only a narrow single bed and a table cabinet. There was nothing else.

Several buildings in this community are old buildings of several decades. The walls outside have become loose. When it comes to windy days, a few pieces will fall down. Therefore, a sign with a skull and bones is specially erected outside the building to remind passers-by not to stick to the wall.

The interior of the residential building is also extremely dilapidated. The cement staircase without corner extends to the eighth floor. On the yellowing wall, there are cartoon pictures of children with crayons in various colors, and small advertisements for installing broadband and decoration. It is said that the house will be demolished in a few years, and a university town will be built here.

The landlord is a local, but he doesn't live here. He only comes to collect the rent on the 5th of every month. The living room, kitchen and toilet are shared here.

The rent is very cheap. It's only 400 yuan a month. However, this amount is still a big burden to Fu Zhen. He works two jobs a day, and he can only earn less than 4000 yuan a month. Besides the money for food, accommodation and medicine, he can leave less than 1000 yuan.

In April this year, he had a little accident on the construction site and took all the savings he had saved last year.

Now he has less than 3000 yuan left in his bank card. He plans to buy a second-hand notebook computer and hand-painted board before the Chinese New Year. However, the quality does not need to be too good. Two or three thousand yuan should be enough.

Fu Zhen pinched his fingers and calculated carefully how to live the next day. Finally, with a deep sigh, he lay on his back on the bed and pulled a pillow to cover his face.

He can only comfort himself, and when he has a computer and a Sketchpad, everything will be OK.

Fu Zhen reached out to turn off the light in the room, pulled the quilt from the head of the bed and covered it on his body. He fell asleep quickly.

He had a dream.

In his dream, he was lying on the cold ground, his facial features twisted together because of pain. He didn't need to look in the mirror and knew that he must be ugly now. His father stood in the corridor on the second floor, with his hands on the fine silver railings, looking down on him as if he were looking at a pile of disgusting maggots.

Fu Zhen had severe leg pain. He looked up at his father and opened his mouth, trying to explain what had happened before. But looking at such a father, his throat seemed to be stuffed with a ball of cotton, and he could not make any sound again.

The woman who hated him came up from behind his father, put a glass of white water into his father's hand, and advised him, "Dad, please calm down."

His father turned to the woman with a smile and said, "you've been wronged this time."

Fu Zhen felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. His body was chilly and shivering. His teeth trembled and gurgled. It was as if someone had struck his eardrum with a small hammer.

Father's face showed a very disappointed expression, coldly said to him: "you go, never let me see you again."

Fu Zhen opened his mouth, but he could only make a hoarse cry. His father frowned, and then a servant came and dragged him out of Fu's house and left him on the street outside the community like garbage.

In this way, he was expelled from Fu's family and his home where he had lived for more than 20 years.

Fu Zhen woke up from his dream. He looked at the alarm clock beside his bed. It was five o'clock in the morning. He didn't know how he would wake up at this time. At this moment, his brain was extremely awake, without half a minute of sleepiness.

He held the quilt tightly, and the cold feeling of the dream still remained on him. Like gangrene, his legs suddenly began to ache, like countless tiny insects lying on it, biting his skin with sharp teeth and biting his flesh and blood.

Someone in the next room is playing a TV. The sound is very loud. The sound insulation effect here is not very good. Fu Zhen can clearly hear every sentence and word from the TV.He heard about a robbery in a bank in Xiling District last night. The murderer took two toy pistols and robbed 300000 yuan. There was a store for adult products around Shiji primary school, which was reported by the parents and had to be rectified; and The news that the woman is engaged to the eldest master of the Qin family.

In order to express his blessing to the apple of his eye, the owner of the Fu family transferred five percent of the company's shares to the woman's name as her dowry.

And his elder brother built a fairy tale castle for their baby. There was a swan lake in the castle and an amusement park.

Envy the people.

Fu Zhen felt some pain in his throat. Maybe he was about to catch a cold. He lifted his quilt and sat up on the bed. Then he shivered with cold. He limped into the living room on his slippers, got a glass of white water for himself, and sat on the old sofa in the living room.

He held the glass in his hand and took a sip. The cold water ran down his throat and into his stomach, causing a spasm.

There was no change in the expression on Fu Zhen's face. It seemed that he could not feel the pain. There was a smell of instant noodles in the air. He could hear any tiny sound in the dark, as well as the car whistle on the street outside.

He put down the glass in his hand and leaned back on the sofa behind him. Somehow, he suddenly remembered his childhood. He was sitting on the lawn outside the villa in blue trousers and white shirt, holding the small red ball that his father had just bought for him. The golden sunlight passed through the thick branches and leaves, leaving a mottled shadow on the lawn.

With a few barks, his brother came back from school, squatted down, put him on his back, and took him home with him.

Fu Zhen gradually came back from his memory. When he was just driven out of the Fu family, he often thought that maybe all this was just a dream. When he woke up, everything would return to the original state.

But now, Fu Zhen has understood that even if this is a dream, then this dream will not wake up until he dies.

He did not even dare to appear in the busy area with many people. His elder brother threatened himself for the sake of that woman. If he dared to appear in front of them again, he would discount his other leg.

Fu Zhen wanted to laugh, but he couldn't. He looked up at the ceiling. He couldn't see anything in the dark. There were countless red and green light spots floating in front of his eyes, gradually merging together.

You see, nothing in this world is impossible.

After a long time, Fu Zhen got up from the sofa and went back to his room. Tomorrow morning, he will go to the construction site to move bricks. He can sleep for a while before dawn.

At 7:30, the brain beside the pillow rang. Fu Zhen got up from the bed, put on his work clothes skillfully, and arrived at the construction site before eight o'clock.

It's winter now. Every season, Fu Zhen's legs hurt badly. He had taken too many painkillers before, and his body had produced antibodies. Those cheap painkillers had little effect on him. However, he could not afford any more advanced drugs at his current income level.

After a while, the weather will be colder. At that time, he will not be able to work outdoors, and his income will be reduced by more than half. Because of this leg, Fu Zhen only works on the construction site for six hours a day, and he can't get half the wages of other workers.

In the past two years, a thick cocoon has been worn out on his hands. Who could have imagined that the beloved young master of the Fu family would one day have such a miserable appearance, which sounds like a joke.

But anyway, it's still the most important thing to live. After working on the construction site for most of the day, Fu Zhen bought a lunch box, ate two bites and went to the bar in a hurry.

At this time, it was evening. The sun was setting and the dusk was heavy. Half of the sky in Pinghai city was covered with gray blue mist, and the other half was stained by the red sunset. The rosy glow reflected on the glass curtain walls of high-rise buildings with a burning fire. Fu Zhen pulled the rings on the bus and was not energetic. He narrowed his eyes and was drowsy 。

The green No.309 bus rattled like a lazy tussah. It was wandering in the city. A schoolbag carrying pupil came to the crosswalk in front of him. The master stopped the bus with a sharp brake.

Fu Zhen faltered for a moment, and the whole person rushed to the front. His brain was blank and nothing was left.

But the expected pain did not come. He threw himself on a warm chest, and the other side held his back. He didn't let him fall completely. Fu Zhen sucked his nose, and his eyes were burning. At this moment, he missed his brother.

Fu Zhen took a breath, held the seat beside him, and stood up carefully. He raised his head. The man in front of him was almost a head higher than him. He was wearing a dark green windbreaker. He could not see his appearance clearly against the light. He could only see his chin with a circle of black stubble and some slovenly appearance.

Fu Zhen whispered a thank you to him.

The man, um, didn't say anything, looked a little cold.The author has something to say: the first twenty chapters are not sweet, but after the twenty chapters, the sweet text label cannot be cancelled because it is on the list. I'm very sorry.