Chapter 1192

The narrow alley is both windproof and quiet. He likes the place where no one disturb him.

Because as long as someone's place, he will be despised by others. When he meets someone with a bad temper, he will often be beaten.

He found some discarded newspapers in the alley, covered with weeds, and prepared to spend the night like this.

It's much better than his winter. In winter, it's freezing and snowy. He can't find a place to warm himself. He almost died of freezing and starvation several times.

But he has strong vitality, and God won't accept him.

Every time, when he was dying, he would miraculously live.

Afterwards, he was surprised.

Could it be that he was so lucky that he didn't even want to die.

That night, he thought that he could sleep well without begging for food.

God seems to see him too well, a few drunk men in the middle of the night through the alley, found his existence.

He wanted to narrow his sense of being away from them, but he was found.

They humiliated him, beat him, vented, and hit him in the face.

The sound of water was ringing in his ears, and the stench was running down his nose.

This is definitely the first time in his life that he felt sick and didn't want to eat any more. After those people left, he vomited even if his stomach was empty.

Finally, I crawled to the river to clean my body.

He even nearly drowned because of his inconvenient legs.

At this moment, what an Mingji felt on his cheek made the memory that he didn't want to think of reappear, and his stomach was surging rapidly.

I want to give him a handout from an aunt in the morning, and half of the steamed bread in my stomach will be spit out.

Gu Jin didn't find something wrong with him. The tears in her eyes fell on an Mingji's face, and she couldn't stop them.

"Oh

An Mingji finally couldn't control it.

With a jerk, he spat out all the little food in his stomach.

The dirt stained Gu Jin's clothes, most of which were still sprayed on the ground.

What an Mingji spits out is a steamed bread which is half digested and slightly yellow after being soaked in stomach water.

Gu Jin ignores the dirt on her clothes. Her eyes are staring at an Mingji, and her face is flustered.

She tightly hugged an Mingji in her arms: "xiao'an, xiao'an, what's the matter with you?"

The voice is worried and heartache.

An Mingji's stomach is still noisy.

Hear Gu Jin to his call, but strange turn for the better.

Xiao an?

For a long time, no one has called him that.

He slowly turned back, dark paranoid eyes like a wolf, staring at Gu Jin: "you, know me?"

His voice is dry and dumb, like he hasn't spoken for a long time.

Gu Jin nodded hard.

Yes, how can she not know him.

This is the child that she held in her hand, cherished and cherished.

Gu Jin has a thousand words to say, but more and more people are watching.

She was holding the emaciated an Mingji in her arms and walked quickly in one direction.

Gu Jin doesn't know why she appears here, and doesn't know if there is another her here.

Now she just wants to find a place to settle down, cure an Mingji's leg, give him a bath, and ask what happened to him.

Wanhai city is still so familiar to Gu Jin.

But some places are strange.

Jiang family, the richest man in Wanhai City, once built a residential building across from Wanhai middle school.

But now, there is a desolation, only a few small restaurants.

This is quite different from Gu Jin's memory.

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