Chapter 1116 Where to Stay

She shrank her body and sat under the bridge for a whole night until the day just started to brighten. She climbed onto the bridge by herself, then lowered her head and walked forward. Apart from her overly thin body, the clothes and hat on her hair, and the various smells coming from her body, she was just a person.

Yes, she was just a person, but what was behind her? No matter how sinful and dirty she was, she was still sick. She was almost worse than a ghost.

What kind of person was she?

And who was the person who made her like this? She wanted to know, who was that?

She touched the money in her pocket, and when she passed by a bun shop, she waited there for half a day, and went up when there was no one.

She took out a hundred yuan from her hand and put it on the table, but she took a step back. She was not afraid of others getting dirty, she just didn't want to infect others. Although she knew that this disease was not contagious just by touching hands and casually contacting, she still didn't dare.

"We can't make the change," the boss lady of the bun shop took the 100 yuan on the table for a long time, and wanted to earn the money, but she really couldn't make the change.

"Big sister, do you have any old clothes? You don't need to change."

Yan Huan raised her face, and the hat on her head also blocked most of her face. At this time, her face was still a little blue, and the area under her eyes was also blue-gray, looking like a hidden gentleman.

Fortunately, it was just because the hat was too big, so it also blocked most of her face. You can see that her eyes are particularly big, but there is no spirit. The most likely thing is that people will think that she fled from somewhere and is poor.

But this hand is 100 yuan, and it doesn't mean that she is really that poor.

"Old clothes?" The woman in the bun shop remembered when she heard this, "Yes, there are, you wait," she said, and ran to her room, and soon she brought out a bag of clothes.

"I have worn all these clothes. Although they are a little old, I have washed them. Do you think they are okay?"

The woman was still worried. After all, although the hundred yuan was not worth it, no one was stupid enough to buy a used piece of clothing.

"Thank you, sister," Yan Huan was not picky. She took the buns and clothes and left. Shouldn't she be thankful for the days she spent in Chenjia Village before? At least, when she was alone, she could still survive no matter what.

She looked at the plastic bag in her hand. There were some things in the bag. Not much, probably just a few pieces, but everything was there, a set of autumn clothes, a sweater outside, a pair of warm pants, and a pair of cotton pants outside that were neither too long nor too short.

In fact, you can tell from the touch that this is not an expensive piece of clothing. If it was, people would not give it to her. Besides, people who can afford such expensive clothes can't come out to sell buns.

She found a deserted place and took off her clothes. She had worn them for too long, and was sweating all over. They were dirty and smelly. She had stayed in that place for too long, and it seemed that her body was getting moldy and her clothes were getting hard. When she took them off, Yan Huan felt that if she continued to wear them like this, she might kill someone.

Not to mention the outer clothes, the inner clothes were almost the same. They were all hard and cold. The cold wind blew on her body, and soon she had goose bumps on her body. She quickly changed into new clothes, but the new clothes were not very comfortable. Even though she had stayed in Chenjia Village for about a year, she was so poor that she didn't even have a decent piece of clothing at the beginning, but she was still ruined by the life in these years. She actually felt uncomfortable wearing such clothes.

She looked at the clothes on the ground and finally wanted to pick them up, but she didn't pick them up in the end. There were too many things in this clothes, and there were too many memories.

And she was no longer worthy of it, and she didn't want it anymore.

She packed the clothes in a bag and set them on fire. She sat there alone. The firelight reflected her face, which was still pale and scary. She touched her wrist, which was still pricking and painful.

She carefully pulled open the sleeves of her cotton coat again, and saw that there was almost no good skin on her arm, and those pinholes of different sizes were so densely packed on her arm, which was almost shocking and scary.

She quickly put down her sleeves, and her heart suddenly ached, which was almost unbearable.

The clothes had gradually burned to ashes, and everything in the past, from her past, past memories, and past life, just like this dress, would no longer exist from now on.

She put her hand in her pocket again and took out some things, the 3,500 yuan that the man who thought she was a ghost used to clear the way, and the original 500 yuan on her body, which those people might not even bother to take. She had 4,000 yuan, and this 4,000 yuan, in Haishi, sometimes did not even have a month's living expenses.

Four thousand yuan is not enough to survive in Haishi, let alone for a reclusive person like her who is also a patient, an AIDS carrier.

She didn't dare to imagine, and then took out a necklace from her neck. It was a platinum necklace ring. The gems on it were worth some money. She also had a card. There was money in the card, and it was quite a lot. However, the card was useless. She could withdraw money, but as long as the money in the account moved, Lu Yi would know, unless she wanted to let people find her.

She stood up, and the clothes behind her had turned into ashes. With a gust of cold wind, they gradually flew away and disappeared, or perhaps disappeared.

And some things, if destroyed, are destroyed, if gone, are gone, if disappeared, are gone, and it is impossible to find them again, just like her mother.

She wrapped her face tightly, and then bought a mask, almost covering her entire face, and gloves.

She put on the gloves, and now except for her eyes exposed, everything was covered, including her face, which was obviously wrong in color, and what she had to find now was a place to live, a place where she had lived and might not let others live.

But where can she find such a place, and where can she stay?