Although he didn't need to thank him, as long as he didn't cause trouble for him, there shouldn't be any problems.
Thinking of this, Qin Xiaoli subconsciously exhaled. She stuck out her tongue cutely and licked her lips. This situation was too unexpected.
She had also made An Ren's red flush make him extremely nervous. Now that she had thought it through, she immediately felt her throat become extremely dry and quickly got up to pour herself a glass of water.
An Ren's videos and photos were still spreading on the internet. At this moment, An Ren, who was sleeping, was held by a sharp dagger at his neck.
Beside him stood three burly men in black, all of them with their faces covered, leaving only two eyes open. One of them slapped An Ren's face and woke him up from his sweet dream.
The other two quickly pointed a dagger at An Ren's neck, pressed down on An Ren's hands and feet, and sat on An Ren's body. The other pressed down on An Ren's head with all his might.
He was afraid that An Ren would directly stand up and his neck would hit the knife.
An Ren woke up from the slap and looked at the three men in black who were controlling him. He said with a trembling voice,"What? I don't have any money, but I only have my life.”
The three men in black didn't say anything. When they saw that he had woken up, they reached into his pocket and rummaged through it. Finally, they found the 265 yuan that An Ren had earned through hard work in the top pocket of his old coat.
Then, the three of them instantly ran away. An Ren only came to his senses when he saw the three of them running out. He shouted,"F * ck you."
Then, he quickly chased after them, but the three of them had already run far away. After chasing for an entire street, An Ren stopped panting while holding his knees.
He sat on the ground, feeling like crying. All his hard work for the day had been wasted, and he was instantly penniless again.
Looking at the quiet night sky and the cold lights of the surrounding high-rise buildings, An Ren finally felt lonely, fragile, and at a loss.
He didn't even know if he could turn over a new leaf. He took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. An Ren smoked quietly with his head lowered. His eyes were empty as he looked at the ground between his legs.
He wanted to cry. His beautiful 23-year-old years, the proud son of Yanying, had suddenly transmigrated to the body of a 30-year-old middle-aged man.
It didn't matter, but this uncle was a murderer who had been in prison for 10 years for murder. Moreover, he was a vagrant.
It didn't matter. An Ren had hands and feet. He believed that he could definitely turn over a new leaf.
At the very least, An Ren could be sure that he would not be a vagrant in the future.
From the shock of transmigration to the courage to accept the truth, and finally the power of firm belief, all of this made An Ren stronger.
But now, more than 20 hours of hard work had been wasted. The only money he had was gone. It was as if his soul had been taken away in this dark night.
After all, he was only 23 years old and was still a university student. He had not experienced the harsh beating of society. Even if he had the memories of this world's An Ren, he did not feel helpless.
Now, in this vast dark night, An Ren finally felt helpless, lonely, and at a loss.
An Ren also finally understood why An Ren, who had no way out, had no choice but to wander this world.
An Ren quietly inhaled the lonely aura that enveloped the night. For a moment, An Ren really wanted to die.
With such an identity, such a state, and such a background, An Ren really felt that his heart was breaking down.
An Ren sat numbly on the street, looking at the ground under his feet in a daze. Unknowingly, he sat for a few hours until a hint of white light appeared in the sky.
The street cleaners woke up early. When they were at the breakfast shop, An Ren slowly stood up and waited for the blood to flow from his stiff and numb legs.
She walked back to the park where she slept and lay on the chair. She looked at the increasingly bright sky and spaced out.
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On September 15th, at 8 am, the people who woke up turned on their phones and were surprised to see An Ren rushing to Weibo's trending searches. They immediately started discussing.
After a night of fervor, likes, and reposts on the Internet, An Ren rushed straight to the trending searches on Weibo. He knew that more and more people knew An Ren and were curious about what this middle-aged uncle had experienced to become like this.
Brother Sharp's name didn't stand out. People started calling him Brother Sharp on the internet, and the trending searches on Weibo were all about Brother Sharp.
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An Ren was still lying on the bench, staring blankly at the bright sky. His face was greasy, his eyes were bloodshot, and his body was covered in the smell of grease. The old men and women who came to the park to exercise were far away from him.
At this moment, a neatly dressed little girl was looking at the familiar tattered military coat from afar, as well as the dirty strands of her shoulder-length hair that were stuck together.
He walked over curiously and pulled away slightly. He looked at An Ren and said,"Aren't you going to collect trash today? Don't you want to eat ramen?"
When An Ren heard the voice, he turned his head stiffly and saw the little girl at the cashier's desk in the ramen shop looking at him curiously.
"I don't have money to eat ramen today," An Ren said hoarsely."My money was robbed tonight.”
The little girl looked at An Ren, whose eyes were bloodshot and had experienced many vicissitudes, and said to herself sympathetically,"Then you can call the police, but this kind of thing is very difficult to investigate. Moreover, you still have to eat today. If you don't have money, you won't be able to eat. The police won't be able to help you get your money back immediately. Moreover, the police won't care about a tramp like you.
There are so many homeless people. Sigh, you'll be hungry today. But I can treat you to a meal of ramen. I don't have any more. My monthly salary is only 3500 yuan, and I still have to pay rent, water, electricity, and other expenses. Otherwise, I can treat you to a few days of food.”
An Ren looked at the little girl's mouth expressionlessly and kept talking,"No need, thank you. Hurry up and go to work. Don't worry about me. I want to be alone.”
The little girl became even more curious and asked,""Who is Jing Jing? Your wife? Or your daughter?"
An Ren was amused by this common joke in the future, coupled with the little girl's cute and serious expression.
She said helplessly," I'm going to be late for work. Hurry up and go to work. I don't need your pity."”
The little girl looked at the sloppy uncle and wrinkled her nose. She said,""I'm not pitying you. Everyone who's away from home has their moments of suffering. I've been there before. My family isn't doing well. I went to the wrong school in junior high. I've been helping out at home to support my brother's education, but I still don't have enough money.
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