Chapter 28 Only sad people know how to feel sad!

The most important thing for people to live is nothing more than five words: contented people are always happy!

But in today's society, the desire for profit is getting darker, and few people can really do these words. People's desires are endless, just like a beggar who struggles at the bottom. His wish will be to become a small citizen with food and clothing. But when he does all this, he finds that he wants more money. When he succeeds in starting a business and becomes a well-known entrepreneur, he will come into contact with those In order to deter a business giant, he will keep climbing up; when he climbs to a rich man, his eyes are fixed on the Forbes list that will be arranged every year...

The shackles of desire are not good or bad, only high and low. Many people have different goals and different ideas, so their satisfaction points are very different. From her own support of this dilapidated and miserable family to the sad family, Jia Xiaojun has her own ideas. She wants to live a better life. She wants to cure her grandmother's illness. She wants to move out of this dilapidated slum to give her grandmother a better life.

This is her dream. It's not big, but it makes her struggle thousands of days and nights at the bottom, which can be regarded as a little improvement. However, she has never been discouraged and never bend down to bend down. Even when life is the most painful and she can only eat a hard steamed bun every day, she has never bowed her head to life. Even if she is so tired that she collapses in the alley of several jobs to earn money for her grandmother, she has never complained about anyone and hasn't shed a drop. Tears; even if she is squeezed by life to straighten her waist, she will always smile faintly and face the future, because God still leaves her a grandmother. Although it is very bitter, she is very contented and happy.

"Is your shoulder all right? Did you shed a lot of blood? Let's go to the hospital quickly."

Jia Xiaojun bit his lips tightly, with a trace of worry in his eyes, and said nervously.

Luo Qingming's face was a little white, and he reluctantly squeezed out a smile and whispered:

"It doesn't matter. It just touched the wound a few days ago.

"Well - why don't you go to my house? I'll bandage it for you. My house is nearby."

Jia Xiaojun hurriedly said, looking at Luo Qingming's injured shoulder, which was stained with blood. Her heart was quite worried. Anyway, Luo Qingming was injured for her. Otherwise, he would not fight with that group of people, and his shoulder would not recur. Thinking of this, she had an uncontrollable sense of self-blame; but when she said that she wanted to invite Luo Qingming to her house to bandage, she was already a little regretful. There was no other meaning, but the conditions in her family. She really didn't dare to compliment her, but was afraid that the other party would dislike it. In the poor house of less than 20 square meters, there are sick grandmothers who have to take care of every day. How can they accommodate more people?

But I didn't expect Luo Qingming to nod with a smile.

"Good."

Jia Xiaojun's face was not very good, and he nodded bravely.

"What? Is it inconvenient?"

"No, no - it's just that my family is very small, and my grandma is still there. I'm afraid you won't get used to it."

Jia Xiaojun's face tightened and still told the truth.

"It doesn't matter. I'm not a rich man. Where did so many strange problems come from? Haha."

Luo Qingming smiled brightly.

Jia Xiaojun shyly led Luo Qingming back to his small but warm hut. Jia Xiaojun's home is not far away, and it is only four streets away from the medicinal materials market, but it is a low shantytown bungalow, which is a little close to the edge of the city. As far as Luo Qingming knows, all of them may be demolished soon. On the one hand, it is to sort out the appearance of the city, and on the other hand, it is the key planning of the city.

After nine twists and eighteen bends, Luo Qingming finally came to this 'labyrinth'-style home under the leadership of Jia Xiaojun. The four links are as elusive as Beijing. There are some low bungalows, connected one by one, and even the road is even a narrow corridor that can only be passed by one person.

"This place is really connected in all directions. You're not going to abduct me, are you?"

Along the way, Luo Qingming couldn't help but smack the layout here. It's really difficult for this little girl. Such a complex terrain is really not enough for ordinary people to walk freely. I'm afraid it's not less difficult than crossing in the Vietnamese jungle!

"I can't abduct and sell a wounded person? Isn't that looking for your own suffering?"

Jia Xiaojun couldn't help covering his mouth and smiling. On his beautiful face, there was an indescribable spirit. After saying that, his face also turned a little red in an instant. Jia Xiaojun has an inexplicable sense of trust in this young boy who has saved him more than once, perhaps because he sacrificed his life to save him twice, or maybe it is his domineering gentleness. So far, Luo Qingming's dress has been washed and folded neatly, waiting to give it to him as soon as there is a chance.

"It's here."

When Luo Qingming came to Jia Xiaojun's small home, which she had a hunch, she still had a little sigh in her heart. Unlike herself, she could eat cold and hard beef jerky comparable to stone, eat snow, and crawl in the primitive forest for a day and night, but for them These people living in the city are tantamount to fantasy.

A 20-square-meter cabin with two separate single beds. In this room with a lot of things, there is also a simple kitchenette. The originally narrow space has become extremely crowded, but it has been extremely clean and neat. It can be seen that the owner here must be an extremely clean person. Crowded but not messy, narrow but well arranged.

"I'm sorry, the house is very messy. I live with my grandmother. She is still in the hospital and can't be discharged tomorrow. I will go back to accompany her these days.

Jia Xiaojun said with some embarrassment. She was afraid and also cared about Luo Qingming's thoughts. There is a trace of shyness and a trace of trembling on her thin face.

"Oh. The decoration here is very warm and elegant. Although it is a little crowded, it doesn't look messy.

Luo Qingming said with a smile. Immediately, I looked around and had a general understanding of Jia Xiaojun's home. To be sure, she must be a tough and unyielding girl. Even a pen on the table was meticulously placed by her.

Jia Xiaojun smiled sweetly and said that on his slightly sick face, he was extremely sincere and happy. He also smiled faintly, but he did not know how long this girl who had been abandoned by life for more than ten years had not really smiled happily.

Jia Xiaojun did not delay any more and hurriedly took out a white medical box under the bed. Since Grandma is a patient who needs to rely on medicine all year round, the most indispensable thing in her home is medical supplies. When Luo Qingming took off his coat and shirt, the gauze that had been wrapped around his shoulder had been completely stained with blood, and his shoulders were also stained with blood.

Jia Xiaojun bit her lips tightly, and even she had a shocking feeling, and there was even a trace of tears in her eyes. How much perseverance does it take? Even after the wound was touched and shed so much blood, is it still struggling to hold on? In an instant, Jia Xiaojun's face became a little pale. Immediately say:

"No. Your injury is too serious. Let's go to the hospital as soon as possible. Otherwise, it is likely to be infected.

Luo Qingming shook his head with a smile.

"It doesn't matter. Come on, I haven't suffered more serious injuries before. I have a lot of scars on my body, hehe."

Due to the trance just now, Jia Xiaojun noticed that there were indeed more than three or two wounds on Luo Qingming's body, and they were all deep marks, shocking and shocking. She never thought that there would be so many scars on Luo Qingming's body. For a moment, he covered his bright red and seductive little mouth, his eyes were full of apprehenment, and there was a faint heartache in his heart.

"What? Scared?"

Jia Xiaojun just has an indescribable bitterness. Although she always feels that she is stupid, she is not stupid. The discomfort she first thought of Luo Qingming's identity is complicated and not a bad person, but the scars on Luo Qingming's body and her intuition tell her that this man must have an unknown past, very It's more than the pain and fatigue I have suffered. That's why she unconsciously rose an undisguised bitterness. It seemed that she met a person who needed more comfort and care than her. It turned out that she was not the only person with an unspeakable past.

seems to be a sigh connected to the disease, and it seems to be a kind of maternal glory from the depths of my heart. Since childhood, I have been eager to have a Jia Xiaojun who sincerely treats me and cares for me, but at this time, I have a mentality of wanting to be cared for, not being cared for. He covered his lips tightly to prevent himself from crying. Maybe it's not love, but also the sadness and heartache of the fallen people at the end of the world. It has nothing to do with feelings, it doesn't matter about love, it's just that it belongs to the sigh after the bitterness.

Jia Xiaojun shook her head desperately, as if she was avoiding something. She didn't go to see Luo Qingming, not that she didn't dare, but couldn't bear it. Then, she nodded heavily and began to uncover the blood-soaked gauze on Luo Qingming's shoulder. This time, she did not speak again.

From sadness to heartache, it is just a difference of thought, but it makes Jia Xiaojun feel like another world. Although this feeling is not very exciting, it is full of faint warmth. She understands a truth: only sad people can understand heartache!