Tiansha Lone Star Opens a Rescue Center for Unfortunate People in the Community

"When the old ladies in Fuxing saw me taking out the garbage, they walked around three streets with their vegetable baskets." I squatted at the entrance of the corridor to eat steamed buns. I watched Aunt Wang move to the curb with a plastic bag from the supermarket. I felt the back of my neck tightening - the brake light of the silver car came on half a second later than usual. "Aunt Wang!" I threw the buns on the ground and rushed over, "I'll defeat you! Don't cross this street today!" She was so frightened that she dropped the plastic bag, and just as she cursed, "The little broomstick is cursing again," a shared bicycle was knocked over behind her - the silver car grazed her heels and rushed past her, and the passenger windshield cracked into a spider web. Later, Aunt Wang squatted at my door, wiping her tears, and stuffed cooked dumplings into my hands: "Xiao Lin, they say you are a killer, but you picked up my old bones from under the wheels of the car." Later, Su Wan from the community who always wanted to report me for engaging in feudal superstition followed me and squatted on the roof of the building to read the billboard; Chen Mo, the MLM kid who was "killed" by me, blocked the door of my house with a banner; even Zhou Hu, the MLM leader with a flowery shirt and gold chain... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.