After the Global Evolution, I Stand at the Top of the Food Chain - Chapter 170

170 / The life of the supporting actors

There is a saying that the barefoot is not afraid of wearing shoes.

Because she had nothing from childhood to adulthood, Shen Qingyang has always been not afraid of losing.

His adoptive father, an alcoholic, is a good bet. I owe someone a hand for a while.

The debt collector came to the door, the adoptive father was not there, and the adoptive mother shook Shen Qingyang’s wrist and stretched it out.

“Old Shen is out. Shall we chop this? We really have no money.”

At that time, he was still young, because he often couldn’t get enough to eat, and his wrist was as thin as a piece of firewood.

His expression was extraordinarily calm, or rather, sluggish. There is nothing more grief than death. When he was very young, he would not feel sad.

The debt collector’s face twitched, probably because he didn’t expect that someone would use his son to pay off the debt. I didn’t dare to chop it up, so I left with a sad face.

Everyone in the village said that the Shen family was a good shooter. The two husbands and wives don’t look very good, but the children born are clean and lovable.

Shen Qingyang grew up eating food from hundreds of families in the village.

Once he was hungry and uncomfortable, the neighbors couldn’t bear it and called him into the house to feed him a meal. Since then, his adoptive parents have never prepared his bowls and chopsticks again.

Shen Qingyang knew for a long time that she was not biological.

“It’s icy and snowy, you’re in the trash can, little one. I do sanitation, and I saw you, you know.”

“If we hadn’t brought you back, you would have been dead long ago. Do you understand? Be a human being, know how to be grateful!”

The only primary school in the village is a few kilometers away. At 5:30 in the morning, Shen Qingyang was about to get up and go out.

It’s fine in summer, and mosquitoes can endure it. In winter, he walked on the ice, and his limbs were frozen purple.

In the school, the college students who came to teach could not stand it any longer, so they found two old clothes for him.

Clothes cannot be washed, they will not be warm after washing. Shen Qingyang wore it for several years.

He went to school during the day, came home in the dark at night, and had to work.

It stands to reason that such children are very easy to die.

As soon as he was born, he was thrown into the trash can by his biological mother, and he didn’t die; he was abused from childhood and grew up, but he didn’t die, and he didn’t even get seriously ill.

In fact, there are people above who come to help the poor, but unfortunately they do not help the poor. As soon as the staff left, the couple returned to the original point.

The funniest thing is that the village divided a pig, hoping that the adoptive father could keep it until the end of the year.

That pig was hungry and thinner than Shen Qingyang. Shen’s father secretly sold it and went to the town for whoring//prostitutes, only to be caught by the prostitutes. The angry cadres of poverty alleviation have black eyes.

Shen Qingyang’s studies ended in junior high school.

The compulsory education is only nine years, and no one pays the tuition fees.

He picked a lot of herbs and mushrooms in the mountains that summer, and walked five kilometers every three days to the town to sell to buyers. His hands and feet were bleeding.

Shen Qingyang spent a summer vacation and worked hard to save Yuan, which can be used as tuition and living expenses for the first semester of high school.

The quality of teaching in the countryside is not good, and he just stepped on the score line to get the general high. There are no scholarships. The worst in the test was English, with only 62 points and 8 points for listening.

The high school accommodation fee is 600 yuan per semester, and the tuition fee is 900 yuan. There are 417 left to eat. After high school, you can apply for the poor student subsidy.

There will be a way, Shen Qingyang said to herself, leaning on the admission notice.

But the last time he spent the night at home, he was too sleepy.

Shen Qingyang was very sleepy,

When I woke up, the admission letter under the pillow was still there, and the money was gone.

He searched for a long time and asked his mother, who said she didn’t know. Father is not here.

Shen Qingyang waited at the door of the house until his father came back with some braised vegetables.

“Where’s my money?” His fisted hands trembled.

He earned tuition for a summer vacation, was taken by his adoptive father to the town’s mahjong parlor, and lost everything.

Shen Qingyang was willing to kowtow to those people and ask for the money back, writing an IOU for the reason and paying it back later, but he didn’t even know who those people were.

For the first time in years, he cried, screamed, and tried desperately to fight people.

The adoptive father slapped him in the face: “I saved your life! What’s wrong with taking some money from you! What’s the use of studying? I think you go out early to earn money and pay back the rent and housing expenses for so many years. I’m the!”

Shen Qingyang finally escaped.

In today’s society, as long as you are willing to endure hardship, you can always make money.

There are few job opportunities in small places, and it took Shen Qingyang another two months to finally save some money.

The reason why it is City K may be because the teacher who came to teach in the first place came from a university in City K. Shen Qingyang had an inexplicable affection for this city.

The ticket is 164 yuan. You need to go to the county first, transfer to the city, and then go to K city by car.

In fact, the high-speed rail is cheaper than the long-distance car, but unfortunately Shen Qingyang does not know.

He is 15 years old. No cell phone, no ID. The clothes are new, trousers 29, clothes 19, shoes 45. All are summer clothes for clearance, even though it is almost winter now.

The big city is so nice and beautiful. Too bad he doesn’t have a home here.

If a person has a lucky value, then Shen Qingyang’s life must be a negative number.

There were few places to recruit child labor, and Shen Qingyang had nowhere to live, so he slept in the park for several days.

One day I fell asleep in a daze and was woken up by someone. A middle-aged man chatted with him twice.

Ask him where he is from and why he is here.

He said it all.

The middle-aged man said that it was a pity to introduce him to a job, and he also said that he could also give him some money.

Shen Qingyang was very happy, he followed the man to the dilapidated Santana, but instead of getting into the driver’s seat, he came to the back of the car and started kissing him.

He was very frightened, and was inexplicably disgusted. When he opened the door, his hands were shaking. He ran a long way in one breath and never went back.

But that was all a long time ago. Maybe not very long, four years, or five years.

From home to the big city, Shen Qingyang took several jobs. In the end, he broke his leg at the black construction site and met Lu Yan with a blessing in disguise.

Sometimes, Shen Qingyang would also think about how Dr. Lu saw him. Will he look at him like he looked at the middle-aged man at first?

Dirty, disgusting, shady.

lewd desires.

Shen Qingyang likes Lu Yan, who doesn’t like Lu Yan. Even the dogs in the community would wag their tails twice more when they saw Lu Yan.

Sometimes, Shen Qingyang would also wonder if she was different with Lu Yan.

He will say thank you to him, check on his recovery progress, and give him books he doesn’t want at home.

It’s just that this idea is so self-indulgent that most of the time, Shen Qingyang doesn’t dare to think about it.

Dr. Lu treats everyone very well, and he never saw Lu Yan lose his temper. Even in the face of difficult patients and family members.

“The pollution disease has indeed brought a lot of suffering.” Shen Qingyang once said to the prophet, “but I am very grateful for it.”

If it weren’t for the pollution disease, he might have been like that all his life.

Shen Qingyang’s starting point was too low, not because he didn’t work hard, but because he had already touched the limit of his own ascension.

Junior high school education, lame, all alone.

Sometimes, Shen Qingyang would also secretly think, now that the world is not peaceful, if he saves Lu Yan, will the other party like him too.

He has no attachment to human society, and the only person who can’t let go is Lu Yan.

Therefore, Shen Qingyang was so angry after hearing Lu Cheng’s words.

How dare Lu Cheng dare to touch someone he doesn’t even dare to touch secretly.

Pollutants have always been very emotional. When Shen Qingyang calmed down, his teacher had only one eyeball left.

The eyeball screamed, “Don’t kill me! I have foresight, I can tell you the future you want to know!”

What Shen Qingyang wanted to know was the future related to Lu Yan.

His pollution value is higher than that of Lu Cheng, so he can see farther.

Shen Qingyang saw the future where Lu Yan was swallowed up.

The new **** occupied the body of the old god, the dove occupied the magpie’s nest, and descended into the world.

That was the future that Shen Qingyang would not allow.

So, Shen Qingyang said: “I will prove…I am the most suitable person for you. Doctor.”

He sacrificed himself to Lu Yan without reservation.

Shen Qingyang looked at the white umbilical cord pierced into her body, and the smile on her face was extraordinarily happy.

He wanted Lu Yan to live.

Even in the world where Lu Yan lives, it doesn’t matter if he doesn’t have him.

When he was about to lose consciousness, Shen Qingyang’s survival instinct made Shen Qingyang struggle slightly, but unfortunately those white tentacles were very tight.

In a trance, he met Lu Yan’s slowly opening eyes.

Shen Qingyang cried, but in the sea, these tears should be inconspicuous.

He asked, “Will you remember me? Doctor.”

Lu Yan thought about it for a long time, but was still going to inform Tang Xun’an: “I’m going to sweep Shen Qingyang’s grave.”

He knew that Tang Xun’an didn’t like this person.

It’s just that Shen Qingyang is different from others. Gu Zheng has his colleagues in the research institute; Fengqing has his comrades in arms; other dead Apocalypse also have descendants… Only Shen Qingyang, apart from Lu Yan, may not be remembered by anyone.

Tang Xun’an paused while sharpening his knife: “Okay, come back early.”

The system tsk tsk admiration: [What is the main palace. This is the bearing of the main palace, you say so, Emperor Di. ]

Lu Yan didn’t answer. After breakfast, he went out and got into the car.

The driver was ready, stepped on the accelerator, and drove to the cemetery.

Lu Yan also bought the cemetery. Shen Qingyang was very young when he died, only 21.

If you can study successfully, you are still a college student who has not graduated.

He is willing to learn, and his brain is not bad. If he studies hard, his grades will not be bad.

Lu Yan looked out of the car window. It was winter now, but green shoots appeared on the dry branches on both sides of the road.

In his arms he was holding a handful of dark blue and purple bellflower flowers, which he had bought from the driver.

Desperate, paranoid, hopeless love.

He will remember.

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