There was a round-faced girl at the front desk. When she saw Yan Shu, a blush appeared on her face and she stammered: "Which one do you want?"

He looked around the glass cover, his eyes a little dull: "This." He pointed with his finger.

"Okay, 68 yuan."

He had never smoked before, and he didn't know what kind of cigarettes were good, so he took advantage of the situation and picked the most expensive one among the glass covers.

At the entrance of the supermarket, with dim street lights above his head, Yan Shu leaned against the pillar and unpacked the red cigarette box casually.

He picked one out with his fingers and looked at it carefully.

Once you get into smoking, you can't even think about quitting it. I just often see his mother smoking while crying on the balcony. He has never tried it. He said that he wants to try it when he is an adult, but they don't let him.

They said he was sick and couldn't touch these things, so he seemed awkward and out of tune with his peers.

Rich family members do not have the freedom that others imagine. The first time Yan Shu traveled far away to escape from his parents and left home was to come to Nancheng alone.

As a rich man, three generations of his family have been restrained from childhood. This became even more so after he was diagnosed with cyclical mood disorder. They even did not allow Yan Shu to go out or go to school.

The 18-year-old boy longs for freedom, but he knows that when he goes back, he will lose the sky again.

"Smoke is bitter and tastes bad." Yan's mother's words kept swirling in his mind. Why did he insist on smoking it if it tasted bad? Maybe he wanted to offset the unpleasant things. Smoke is bitter, so the world has become bitter.

There is no difference between suffering and suffering.

A crisp smashing sound completely broke the tranquility of the night.

Yan Shu shrugged his shoulders, and the cigarette held between his fingertips was shaken off.

He moved his eyebrows slightly, put the cigarette case into his pocket and followed the source of the sound.

The source of the sound was the small alley next to the supermarket. The alley was dark and smelled of sour wine. Yan Shu sniffed and continued walking forward.

"Come! Uncle Li loves you!"

The greasy middle-aged male voice came along with the smell of wine.

"Get away! Get away!" You could see a girl underneath him, and the girl kept fluttering under him.

The voice sounded familiar to him but he couldn't remember where he had heard it.

He probably knew what he was encountering.

Listening to the unbearable yelling and cursing, Yan Shu calmly picked up the broken beer bottle from the ground.

"Help, help!"

He held the fragment tightly in his hand. As he moved forward, he saw the familiar and clear eyes.

There was no expression on his face because the man drank a lot and couldn't hear anyone behind him.

The girl kept struggling to prevent the filth from burning to a god.

He raised the fragment and stabbed it straight into the man's back. The strong pain caused the man to bounce away, and he clutched his back and sobbed.

In the darkness, no expression could be seen. The sharp fragments were still on the drunkard's body. There was some dirty blood on Yan Shu's face. He was a veritable lunatic.

The girl in the corner stared at the savior coming against the light.

"Yan Shu?" Fang Zhao cried in tears from the corner, someone who was condescending to her.

Two buttons on Fang Zhao's collar were torn open, and her previously neat ponytail was surprisingly messy. The panic on her face had not yet dissipated.

Yan Shu's eyes were empty. He slowly squatted down, his expression filled with indescribable emotions.

When he heard the sound, he wished it wasn't Fang Zhao.

He didn't respond, but he did.
Chapter completed!