Life is short, the road is long, there is life and death, everyone has his own destiny, who doesn't know who doesn't?
How to live? How to live?
If you are proud of life, you must have all the joy, and don't let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon.
His body was curled up and squeezed into a ball. If you look closely, you can see that the boy's whole body is shaking. His name is Xu Jiaming. This is the unknown number of times Xu Jiaming has been beaten.
Surrounded by a group of children not much older than him, the leading child grabbed Xu Jiaming's hair and forced him to look at him, then clenched his fist and hit Xu Jiaming in the face.
"Boss, it's going to rain. Why don't you go back? Don't kill me. You'll be in trouble then..."
The kids in the back reminded their boss.
"Hmph! Good luck to you, kid! Don't let me see you again!"
Thunder roared and the sky darkened, followed by heavy rain, mercilessly washing away the alleys with limestone roads and trying to wash away the scars on the young man's body.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
