Chapter 894 Long Blessed Ancestor (10)
There was a hole in the middle of the tie rod at the gate of the community, and all three railings were broken. On Thursday, he walked up to it and kicked open the iron fence without doing anything.
He didn't care about the Aowu who had been following behind him. He walked on his own, stopped at the northernmost side of the community, then turned around and looked at Aowu.
"Still following?"
His tone was unkind.
Aowu looked at him, then dug into his pocket, and finally took out a yellow gold ingot and handed it directly to him.
"Accommodation and living expenses are enough for us to live for a while. If they are not enough, please ask me for more."
Thursday stared at the gold in his hand.
"Crazy."
After saying this, he turned around and went upstairs without hesitation.
Aowu stood downstairs and watched him leave, but did not continue to pursue him. Because he knew this kid wouldn't let him in.
But if you have money, you can find a solution, so don’t worry.
On the rooftop on the fifth floor, Zhou Shi took four steps at a time and climbed upstairs easily.
Taking out the key and opening the door, the smell of alcohol hit the room. The overly dark environment made the already not very spacious room look even more cramped.
On Thursday, he threw his schoolbag into the darkness and walked directly into the darkness.
There were many things in the room and he randomly kicked the drum at his feet. The red drum head was installed on the guitar and made a "dong" sound, directly breaking the silent and cold environment.
He sat down in disgrace, and there was no movement after that. There was an unopened bottle of beer at hand. The boy reached over and opened it with one hand. The alcohol slipped into his stomach, and it lost the initial numbing effect on his nerves, but the more he drank, the more he drank. The more awake.
The tip of his nose was still filled with various mixed smells, making him feel nauseous on Thursday. The alcohol was fermenting in his stomach. An unexpected sting made him curl up into a ball, and his slender and soft waist bent into a shrimp. He groaned and rolled on the sofa, but didn't make any other noise. He was used to sudden abdominal pain when he was alone. He didn't care whether he had gastritis or gastric bleeding. He still drank wine and still couldn't sleep. It was the same, it didn't matter.
He closed his eyes and stopped moving, letting the pain invade his whole body. He lay down casually and fell asleep as usual. After sleeping this time, he didn't know if he would wake up tomorrow.
Never mind.
When you wake up, you will live another day.
If you die, you will die.
He hoped that he could die on such a winter night, so that his body would rot slower and give others enough time to find him. At least he would not let those disgusting paparazzi take the last picture when they find him. The photo shows his face full of rotting stench.
He was so optimistic that he quickly fell asleep.
Outside, there was a bright moonlit window, and a golden light poured in from the outside.
Taking advantage of the moonlight, Aowu looked at the figure curled up on the sofa, feeling inexplicably sad and uncomfortable in his heart.
Just a kid.
None of his previous lives ended well, and now he still wants to kill him.
Even if Zhou Ye is guilty, what does that have to do with the child?
He is innocent, and no one can put the blame on his head.
Aowu shook his head and silently tidied up the messy room in front of him. Near dawn, he put a stack of money on the table with a note under the money.
"I owe your mother this, and I will give it to you now. Live a good life. Your mother has really sacrificed a lot to keep you alive."
(End of chapter)