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I moved closer to Xiao Shan, and when he crouched down to brush aside the girl's long hair, I was surprised to find that she was Xu Wenmo!
She lay motionless on the ground, her face pale, eyes tightly closed, clearly unconscious.
I tugged at Xiao Shan's shirt, and he turned to look at me. I said, "This is my classmate."
"So what?" Xiao Shan replied quietly.
"Can you help her? She used to be really nice to me." I didn't know why I was lying, but at that moment, I just wanted to save her. If it were someone else, I might not have been so kind.
Xiao Shan thought for a moment and then stood up to walk over to the boy who had spoken earlier. "Mosquito, can you let her go? Just do it for my sake; she's my wife's classmate, and they have a pretty good relationship."
Wife... I couldn't help but feel a bit shaken; it was such a wonderful word.
"Brother Shan, this... doesn't seem right."
Xiao Shan snorted coldly. "I heard that one of my brothers has a wife who is in the third year of junior high in town. Did you assault her?"
Mosquito awkwardly touched his face. "It wasn't me, Brother Shan; it was one of my buddies... Forget it, forget it. Since Brother Shan has spoken up, how could I refuse?"
"That's loyalty!" Xiao Shan patted Mosquito on the shoulder. "If anything comes up in the future, just speak up directly; no need for formalities, okay?"
"Okay, okay," Mosquito repeatedly bowed his head.
"Then this beautiful lady—please don't harass her anymore?"
Mosquito seemed reluctant and forced a smile as he said, "No problem."
After the group left, I squatted down beside Xu Wenmo. Her white clothes were torn to shreds, and I was surprised by how well-developed her figure was. It seemed that heaven had bestowed all beautiful things upon her, which made me feel a bit jealous.
"How is she? Did she faint from fear?" Xiao Shan crouched down next to me in the dark alley; I couldn't see his expression clearly. "Well, she's just a young girl; it's inevitable that she'd be scared in a situation like this."
"Yeah," I felt a slight pang in my heart as I stood up and found Xu Wenmo's backpack thrown not far away. The books were scattered on the ground. In her side pocket, I found her phone and opened the contacts; there were only three numbers saved: Dad, Mom, Class Teacher.
For some reason, I called her father. The phone rang for quite a while before it connected.
"Xiao Mo, what's going on?" His voice was mature and steady.
"Oh, hello Uncle, I'm Xiao Mo's friend. We're in an alley on Wenqing Road; Xiao Mo was attacked by a group of thugs and has fainted. Can you come quickly?"
"…Okay." Xu Wenmo's father sounded unusually calm. After confirming the address, he said, "I'll be there in ten minutes," and hung up the phone.
Xiao Shan was still crouching beside Xu Wenmo, his gaze wandering over her exposed body without noticing that I had walked behind him.
"Her dad is coming soon," I said gloomily. "I'll stay here with her; you should go first; it's not good for her dad to see you."
"Oh, fine, just be careful."
Xiao Shan left, but I still felt uncomfortable about the "you all." He had only seen Xu Wenmo for a short time, and the subject changed from just me to both of us. Life really isn't fair; no amount of effort from others can compare to her serene appearance after fainting.
When I looked at Xu Wenmo again, my feelings were a bit complicated.
Nine minutes after hanging up the phone, a black sedan stopped outside the alley. I immediately recognized it as the same car that had appeared in Shantytown on Saturday.
"Xiao Mo?" A man got out of the car, dressed in a suit, standing against the light and calling into the alley.
"Over here," I quickly crouched down, pretending to take care of Xu Wenmo. "Uncle, we're here."
The man walked over quickly; his legs were really long. The sound of his shiny shoes clicking on the gravel was quite pleasant.
"Xiao Mo?" He knelt down, took out his phone from his inner pocket, turned on the flashlight, and shone it on Xu Wenmo's face, only concerned about her condition without even glancing at me. At that moment, we were very close, and I could smell a faint scent of his cologne mixed with alcohol, intoxicatingly alluring.
"She hasn't woken up," I said. "I passed by here earlier and saw a few punks surrounding her. She was unconscious at that time. After scaring them away, I've been keeping watch here without daring to move."
He looked up and tilted his head to examine me. "Are you alone?"
"Oh... yes."
"Thank you so much."
With the light reflecting off the wall, I could see him clearly—neat, resolute, and handsome, exuding the gentlemanly charm of a leading man in a spy film set in Shanghai during turbulent times.
"Help me with this," he handed me his phone. I quickly took it from him as he bent down and picked up Xu Wenmo in his arms, striding toward the car. When he got close, he said to me, "Open the door."
"Oh oh," I had never touched a sedan before; it took several tries before I managed to pull it open.
He climbed into the car and placed Xu Wenmo in the back seat before reaching out to take back his phone.
I thought I would ride with him to take Xu Wenmo to the hospital, but he went straight to the driver's seat, rolled down the window, leaned out, and said, "Thanks to you this time. What's your name? Where do you live? I'll definitely come by to thank you another day."
"My name is Lin Ye; I live in... that area of Shantytown. No need for thanks; I'm friends with Xiao Mo; it's what I should do."
"Shantytown?" For some reason, he pondered for a moment before asking, "What’s your father's name?"
"Lin Zhiping."
"Okay, got it. You should head home early; don't let your parents worry."
"Alright..." He couldn't wait for me to finish speaking before starting the car and leaving quickly. I waved at the back of the car and murmured, "Goodbye, Uncle."
Tonight's encounter felt like a dream—a dream where I met an incredibly charming mature man and caught a glimpse of a wealthy life’s iceberg tip. But when I woke up, my life was still filled with my alcohol-dependent father, my gambling lazy mother, and Xiao Shan who wasted his life doing nothing.
A few days later, I remembered the exact time; in short, it was not long after that night. I was resting at home while my father and his friends were drinking in the living room, making a ruckus. I lay in bed, feeling as restless as if I were on fire.
"Xiao Ye, the liquor is finished, go buy two bottles," my father's voice boomed through the door separating my room from the living room, still deafening.
I lazily rolled out of bed, slipped on my slippers, tied up my hair, and walked out of my room. "What kind of liquor?"
"Two bottles of Lao Bai Gan."
"No way, no way, we really can't drink anymore. Just get a case of beer," one of his friends said.
"That won't do! We're about to become rich! We have to celebrate! No one is leaving here standing today; we must drink to our heart's content!" My father slammed his hand on the table and began to indulge in wild fantasies.
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