My house was stolen every day.
The people around me are basically all-yang.
Neighbors are in a lot of trouble. The neighborhoods are fighting every day.
Until yesterday, there was a voice.
He’s still laughing, “507, how’s my rat medicine? Your son loves it! I’m sorry.
01
It’s really bad now.
I’ve been at home for half a month, and I’ve been out for a delivery, and I’m gonna be fine.
That afternoon, I started coughing.
At night, the boyfriend started to have a fever.
We’re both laying down.
“Did not you say that the flu would leave one to cook?” I’m sorry.
“What happened to us? I’m sorry.
I was dazed, and I had a cat with a finger on the ground: “Isn’t this one left?” I’m sorry.
Cat looked at us.
It jumps into bed, sleeps with people, takes our fevers as hot water bags.
Boyfriend cried.
02
We’re both in bed together.
In the middle of the night, he heard the noise downstairs and was fighting again.
The boyfriend took a look at the phone: “Someone was stolen again. I’m sorry.
Yes.
It’s not surprising.
Households are now infected, and everyone is not leaving the house; food, toilet paper, etc., are basically on the Internet. The district also placed an iron shelf on the floor, which was specially stored.
The take-out buddy would put things on the shelf and call us.
After all, no contact distribution is safer.
From the very beginning, the goods we buy are often stolen.
Most exaggeratingly, I bought a case of milk.
I just called, and I went down the stairs with my shoes on.
I waited for an elevator.
There’s nothing left.
I was standing down, cold, people stupid.
What happened to the big box of milk?
I was so upset about finding security for property surveillance until I caught this thief!
But the property workers are too young to work.
They got my complaints, basically, and it’s muddy, and it’s not working.
It’s gone in vain.
Later, we went shopping online and asked my boyfriend to come downstairs and pick it up with my own hands.
Sure.
I’m not the first to suffer.
During the last half-month, everyone in the neighborhood lived in their homes, there was unprecedented tension in the neighbourhood, and there was basically a lot of fighting in the community;
And it’s three or two days to fight over something.
There is also a wide variety of missing items: vegetables and fruits, laundry and liquid sanitary towels, food and drink, fruit, even clothing, medicine.
This time, it’s worse.
Almost got killed.
03
I’m slowly defusing the fever, and I’ve got a little strength to get up and cook a pot of porridge and play with my phone.
Seeing the group, this time the missing thing is the 1203 household asthma.
Just like many times in the past.
The delivery boy is downstairs, his family comes downstairs to get their things, and he works for his back foot.
The drugs are gone.
Room 1203, I remember being a couple.
Boys are tall and polite; girls are low, white and clean and have little blood on their faces.
This time, it seemed like 1203 boys had flu first, three or four days later, and the girl was hit; but the flu caused her acute asthma, causing her to swell her lungs, and she couldn’t breathe.
It’s a fucking thing.
Fortunately, the girl ‘ s family is a health-care provider, who urgently sends her medicine.
It just took a little while.
We have a very serious infection in the building.
It’s basically closed management. There’s no outsiders, and the thieves must be around us.
The boy at 1203 was also aware of the situation, and he was hollering downstairs, yelling and seeing red, like an animal.
His voice tore his heart apart, and the whole building heard: “Who has taken our medicine?” Please give it back! Yun is asthma, she’ll die! I’m sorry.
“Please! I can pay. I’ll pay $10,000! I’m sorry.
The building was blown up.
Who’s so bad? Even the medicine!
1109: It’s not this time we’ve lost something. Hey, call 120.
Room 905-1: What kind of management is this? Die laughing.
Room 306: Do we have asthma spray for children? @1203, no money.
I don’t know.
Seeing this, I thought of something.
Turned over a box and finally found his boyfriend’s asthma pill.
“What are you doing? I’m sorry.
I lived on the 5th floor, on the low floor, and I cried down with a window, “Big brother!” I’m sorry.
“My boyfriend’s allergy to pollen. There’s asthma in the house. See if it works! I’m sorry.
The boys downstairs listen, they’re crazy.
I shouted, “I live on the 5th floor, come to the elevator and get it!” I’m sorry.
They say they save one’s life and win a seven-degree floating slaughter.
I split the medicine in half, put it together with the instructions in a delivery box and went to the elevator door myself.
I didn’t throw it away until the brother arrived in a hurry.
“Go back to disinfection. I’m sorry.
I reminded him, “I’m yang.” I’m sorry.
He looked at me with gratitude and went home to save people.
I thought this was the way things were going.
But not long ago, 120 of the lights came screaming and pulled away the girl in room 1203.
“It’s over. I’m sorry.
My boyfriend drinks congee, brushes the crowd and announces, “She must be in shock. I’m sorry.
04
Asthma is very dangerous.
I remember the last time my boyfriend was lured by pollen.
So he fell down on the ground, he was sweating, his lips were purple, and his breath was fast and weak.
Scared me to cry, to find medicine.
This time, the same goes for the girls in room 1203.
Once the asthma went off, he took the medicine quickly. Nothing happened.
I heard that the girl’s parents were in a hurry to get her a pill, and they took over 500 kilometres to save her life.
The medicine was stolen from the door.
I’m worried about watching the ambulance pull the girl away.
“How could this be? I’m sorry.
It’s hard in my heart.
“It’s not your fault, you tried.” I’m sorry.
The ambulance came and went.
The boy couldn’t go to the hospital because he had the flu.
Leave him alone on the ground floor, with his face covered and he fell in pain.
The neighborhood has been scolded in the middle of the night.
After three hours, the baby fell asleep, the ambulance woke up, and it was dry in the middle of the night!
Can you have some compassion? Something’s happened to her!
Room 1109: So, did the thief get caught?
I don’t know.
I have compassion.
[Room 508] Property phone failure. How’s it going? @1203
This room 508 is me.
By the time I looked out the window, the big brother was gone and there was no reply from the group.
I don’t know why, I’m upset.
“He… wouldn’t do anything extreme? I’m sorry.
I asked my boyfriend, “It’s too bad, the pills are at the door, and this is happening. I’m sorry.
“It’s all right, someone’s going to investigate tomorrow. I’m sorry.
I looked. I couldn’t find it.
The boyfriend lamented and fell asleep again.
He’s like a man-made fireplace, he’s hot, and the cat puts it up as soon as he’s down.
I couldn’t help but stick it up with him at night.
We squeezed our boyfriend right and left, we couldn’t move, and then he got sweaty in the middle of the night.
05
Early the next morning, our house was hit with a bang.
I woke up in the dark.
Once the door was opened, it was the property that was standing by my door with two policemen.
“508, we found these in your garbage bag. I’m sorry.
“Is this yours?” I’m sorry.
I didn’t wake up and look at it: “It wasn’t mine. I’m sorry.
They looked at each other.
“We found it in a garbage bag outside your house. I’m sorry.
“This is a new box of unopened asthma, you know? I’m sorry.
What do I know?
What kind of question is that?
“What do I know?” It’s not mine! I gave my asthma to 1203 yesterday. I’m sorry.
It’s loud. The doors are open.
We’re going to have a good time.
I asked the property: “Did you not say that the owner’s personal property was not in the property management after I lost my milk?” I’m sorry.
“Can you still handle my trash can now?” Why would you ask me that?”
They looked at it again.
This time, the police uncle was very kind to say to me, “Hello, show me your ID and cooperate with our work. I’m sorry.
I:
They’re gonna take me away before I get back.
There’s chaos at the door.
At the critical moment, the boyfriend finally woke up and kicked me out with his identity card and phone.
“This is not ours! I’m sorry.
He shouted, “We have an electronic cat’s eye. I’ll make you a video.” I’m sorry.
06
Boyfriends pulled out of surveillance last night and showed them.
Because we both have the flu.
They’re all standing far away, with a bottle of alcohol in their hands; they’re getting something from us, and they spray it.
There are footsteps on the phone, but no one.
Suddenly, one hand reached out from the bottom and put a convenient sticker right on the camera with an electronic cat eye.
Shit.
This is not what we had in mind.
In the middle of the night, a cat looked at the door, and suddenly a hand came up from the bottom — that’s terrible!
But it also proves that someone did come in the middle of the night.
This man seems to be familiar with the layout; he should have been crouched against the wall, slowly coming through the corridor.
The electronic cat’s eye was pasted and it was dark.
I can only hear the sound of flipping the garbage bag.
A moment later, the man was ready to leave without forgetting the convenience sticker on the eye of the electronic cat.
We can see face to face.
What is this operation?
“Is this the medicine we lost in room 1203? I’m sorry.
“I don’t know who put it in a garbage bag at my door. We both had a fever yesterday and didn’t come down all day.” I’m sorry.
“If you don’t believe me, check the elevator. I’m sorry.
The man in this property may be a small leader, a typical middle-aged man with a small hair, a tummy bulge, standing there.
And he looked at me with his eyes about, and he did not believe: “Your house is on the fifth floor, and you can take the stairs if you steal.” I’m sorry.
“Why did I steal? I’m angry. “You have to prove it! I’m sorry.
The middle-aged man in this property raised the medicine in his hand, and he was sarcastic: “This is not evidence.” I’m sorry.
“How can it be in a garbage bag in front of your house? I’m sorry.
I’m so angry.
As the conflict escalated, the police uncle came out to play the roundabout: “It doesn’t matter, we’ll take this back for fingerprints. I’m sorry.
“Miss Chan, you need to copy us this video. Thank you for your cooperation. I’m sorry.
I’m holding on to the anger and I’ve got the video.
When I was gone, the property uncle looked back and looked up.
He also said, “I don’t know how anyone in the world can act like this.” I’m sorry.
“I stole someone’s medicine, I saw someone die, and I took half a box of it back.”
When I heard that, my boyfriend and I were shaking.
I went out and said to him, “What makes you say that?” Did the police find out? Did the court convict us? I’m sorry.
“My friend’s a lawyer. Say one more word and we’ll sue you! I’m sorry.
Listen to this, the property shut up immediately.
But in the corridors, behind an open door, the neighbours looked at us and began to get subtle.
Stigma, surprise, disdain, disgust.
I turned on my phone, and I saw the conversation full of cursings.
God, I never thought 508 was that kind of guy.
[707] Ha ha! I told you, how did she get her medication yesterday? What a coincidence! She stole it!
What kind of crap are you? @508
1109: The police are gone? Why don’t you arrest them? This is murder, isn’t it?
[306]: Yeah, who wants to live in a building with this kind of guy whose face was purple when she was removed yesterday?
Oh, poor thing. It’s not good to steal! @508
I don’t know.
I was so upset I went home to sit on the couch and cry while I typed.
I defend myself.
The police have checked. There’s electronic surveillance at our door. Someone stole the medicine and threw it at our door. Besides, the medicine I gave 1203 yesterday was Van Torin and the stolen was the letter!
We never stole anything! You speak with evidence!
Yeah.
The drugs I gave yesterday and those planted today are not the same.
I was so angry that I took a picture of the rest of the medicine and sent it to the community.
Such a simple and crude logic and evidence should have been easy to prove our innocence.
But the next second, I was moved out of this group chat.
It’s the host.
“Property-Lao: Justice is self-serving, and wrong-doing is self-defeating!” @508
You’ve been removed from the group.
07
The flu didn’t beat me.
But this storm of public opinion caused me to sit on the couch and cry for three hours.
And then I couldn’t afford to burn.
I quickly reached 39 degrees, lying on my bed, crying with a fever, evaporating tears on my skin and smoking.
The cat found out I was a hot source again.
He bows his head in my burning neck, grunting.
My boyfriend’s dying to wipe my forehead and armpit with alcohol.
I’ve been smoking all over the place and crying all over my bed.
And he patted me on the back, and comforted: “Don’t cry for the treasures. They’re the fools. I’m still in the pack. I’ll scold him for you later.” I’m sorry.
I cried like I was going to faint.
And when he heard that, he took his clothes and choked: “No scolding!” Or you’ll get kicked. Give me your phone. I want to see the group. I’m sorry.
Scrambled boyfriends, unwilling.
As you can see, I’m afraid the group is still publicly punishing me and scolding me in turn.
My nose is sore.
It’s hard to stop the tears, but they’re falling again.
“Why is that? I’m sorry.
And I cried, and said, “Why are they doing this to me? I have done nothing wrong?” I’m sorry.
Boyfriend’s been trying so hard to comfort me.
And he took hold of me and said, “This is what they did to you because you did nothing wrong.” I’m sorry.
“They know that you are a good man, and they harm you without fear; on the contrary, if you are a bad man, they dare not come.” I’m sorry.
I’m still crying.
The boyfriend tried to get rid of the cat that was on me, and the cat slapped them in the face.
Right now.
There was a very loud noise downstairs.
A man shouted with his voice, “Fuck! I’ve got you, you dirty thief! I’m sorry.
08
I’ve been burned, I’ve been scolded, I can’t get out.
The boyfriend went downstairs.
He left me his cell phone and let me see through the crowd.
Everybody out! I caught the thief. That’s the old thing!
I’ll light it.
It’s a well-dressed old woman with a big man wearing a collar and a panic.
Room 905 is an amazing man.
“I saw this old man sneaking up and stealing eggs from the floor.” I’m sorry.
“I think she must have done that before! I’m sorry.
That’s what kept my eyes open, and I sat up in bed.
I’m going to wash the snow so soon?
Shit!
I’m going to fight the Internet for years and I’m going to kill that bastard Liu!
I was in a tremor, and when I got dressed, my shoes came down the stairs, ready to fight.
Sure.
There was a lot of noise downstairs, a lot of people gathered together and a lot of noise.
The property and the police went back.
When Liu’s middle-aged captain saw me, he looked like he was eating shit.
“Justice is in the heart. I’m sorry.
I didn’t laugh, and I bit him in the back, and I said, “Is that right, Captain Liu?” I’m sorry.
Ms. Liu looks very bad and can’t say anything about me.
He can’t yell at me with rhythm anymore.
Because there’s a fresh thief here.
– It’s the kind that was stolen and taken.
Grandma is a little old, has white hair, is fully combed, and her clothes are unnamed but neat.
She was standing in the middle of a storm, and she was silently subjected to all sorts of abuse and talk.
There’s a little bag around her, and it’s “retarded.”
She stole five eggs and one pear.
The strong man in room 905 had just pulled too hard and ripped her collar, and she was just standing there with her own hands.
Disgusting, silent, just enduring.
09
The police evacuated most of the crowds and returned everyone to their homes.
I’m the only one who’s still with the big guy in room 905.
I’m waiting to settle a deal with Captain Lau, the strong man in Room 905 is a witness and a thief.
But.
The thief is too old.
It’s hard for the police.
Finally, everyone sat down at the property office and the police poured a hot cup of tea for Grandma.
Grandma picked up tea and had a slight tremor of her hands.
She didn’t say anything.
I stood in the hallway and didn’t go in.
I’ve got three masks on. It’s killing me.
I remember this grandma.
She lived with her old companion in 302 and used to have children.
At that time, Grandma laughed, and she used to push her old companion downstairs to tan the sun.
Now she sits there in silence and shame.
The police filed an ID and asked her: “Why are you doing this?” I’m sorry.
Grandma’s got her head down.
We all thought she’d depend on the old, or she’d be mad about age.
After all, she’s her age. What can we do to her?
But to everyone’s surprise, Grandma told the truth about all the “crimes.”
She said that she had been locked up with Han for two months and that the rice flour the children had brought was long gone; the supermarket was closed.
Grandma always saw a big bag of material brought in by all kinds of delivery boys.
She wanted to buy some with the rider, but the other one ignored her.
She also asked the neighbors how to buy it.
The neighbors said they’d just use their cell phone to get a list of the “Ara Buyer” and “Ding as a Door.”
Grandma’s phone is a little psychic.
The waves of the times are moving forward, and technology is changing.
But she was like a lost sheep, a deserter, a man without a ticket.
She lives in this age and is abandoned by it.
Although living in the same building, it is not a completely different world.
Grandma had a little psychic for two days and wondered how to buy food with this “Ala”.
One day, when she was young, she pushed her old man down the stairs.
She saw a bag of forgotten vegetables on the shelf.
Grandma looked at it that day.
Finally, she took the veggies home, adding raw, pelican, and a fire.
Two old men had a nice meal.
At the beginning of that day, she would walk down the stairs every night and look for forgotten material on the shelf.
It’s a time of lack of household goods.
And she’s going to take something from someone else.
Just like today.
“Han woke up this morning coughing all the time, eating nothing. I’m sorry.
Grandma sat there and looked down like a child who had done something wrong: “I asked him what he wanted to eat, he said he wanted to eat steamed eggs and pears. I’m sorry.
“I broke the law. I’m sorry.
She finally cried, her lips trembled, dry and wrinkled hands held uneasyly together: “I’m going to be in jail for a long time…”
No one answered her.
It was justice, but we didn’t think we’d come face to face for the rest of our lives.
The cops, the 905-room tough guys, are silent.
The annoying leader of the estate, Liu, remembers his mother in the countryside, and his eyes are red.
I’m standing at the door, and there’s no image burden.
So I just cried.
“She took something low, fine at most. I’m sorry.
I cried, “I paid her a fine.” Please don’t detain her! I’m sorry.
Grandma looked at me and she was so embarrassed.
She advised me, “Be good and do not make it difficult for me to do wrong.” I’m sorry.
I was crying even more.
My innocent boyfriend asked me to go somewhere where nobody else was.
He stood up and said to the property very harshly: “In times of difficulty, you, as managers of the subdistricts, have a social obligation towards the vulnerable and widowed. I’m sorry.
“But you have not fulfilled your obligations and assumed responsibility for the events that led to them, and you should bear some responsibility. I’m sorry.
I can’t believe you didn’t say anything.
“Is this all? I’m sorry.
“Tomorrow, 1203 was lost. What’s it to you? I’m sorry.
Grandma shook her head: “I never took anything that mattered. I’m sorry.
“And I don’t steal down there every day. I’m sorry.
She made it difficult to say that she explained to herself: “There’s nothing at home, so I’m going.”
Nobody said anything.
Finally, the police educated Grandma critically and then let us all go back.
Before I left, the annoying Chief Liu screamed at me, “Look at the phone, pass through.” I’m sorry.
I look at him and he pulls me back into the group.
Hmm.
I turned away from him, and said to Grandma, “Ama, remember my phone.” You need something to call me and I’ll buy it for you! I’m sorry.
Grandma Nod, I appreciate it.
She ended up down the block, and she ran after the tough guy in room 905 at the elevator.
And the strong ones were impatient to ask, “What are you doing? I’m sorry.
Grandma’s scared.
But she took a 50-dollar note out of her bag and gave it to him in a shy manner: “Reparation, compensation…”
The strong man took a look, took the money and walked in the elevator.
I’m gross.
“Five eggs cost 50 bucks! What do you mean?”
If it wasn’t for my boyfriend, I’d go up and yell, “It’s five dollars at most! I’m sorry.
Grandma stopped me, “Come on, baby, come on. I’m sorry.
I’m so mad.
And then the elevator door opened again.
The strong man walked out with a dark face.
I thought I was going to get hurt, and I came up here to protect her.
“What do you mean, I want 50 bucks? I’m sorry.
The big guy in room 905 bites his teeth, his cheeks go up and he jumps.
He said, “Neither do I.” I’m sorry.
“But I can’t do it. I don’t have the money, you know! I’m sorry.
“I haven’t had money for three or five months! I’m sorry.
The man’s voice was loud and his ears were loud and loud, but he was strange; he was angry at himself more than he was angry at me.
He hates himself more than he hates me.
Yeah.
Who’d like to push a 70-year-old?
Who’d like to work for five eggs and 50 bucks?
“I’ve been teaching in the gym and we haven’t been open for over two months. The boss can’t pay the rent! I’m sorry.
“I haven’t had it for five months, I’ve earned $170 this month, or the proceeds of my online course! I’m sorry.
The muscles on the face of the big man are so violent, it’s like crying for the next second.
He said, “You know what? I really don’t have any money. I bought 30 eggs today. It’ll take a week! I’ve made a hundred and seven fucking dollars this month! I’m sorry.
“How can you understand? I’m sorry.
“How do you know I want this $50?” I’m sorry.
I can’t say anything.
I cried again.
He didn’t say anything to me.
10
Outside, I punched and cried.
Go home, I’ll fall down, I’ll burn.
It’s my turn to burn in bed.
He took a bucket of oil and rice to Grandma’s house.
When he came back, he brought me a pack of oranges. I’m sorry.
I was dazzled, and I kept my mouth open and I waited for the feed.
Orange-skined gravy, sweet, sour, comfortable.
“Where did you get this? * I’m sick of eating * I’m sorry.
“Next-door 507 from. I’m sorry.
Boyfriend’s got another one in my mouth. I’m sorry.
Next door 507 I know, it’s a single mother.
She got divorced, worked in a guest dress, alone with a 7-year-old son.
When we started living at home, we used to work together to buy things.
I ate some oranges, and I thought, “Take some for Grandma.” I’m sorry.
“You’ve got a fever. I’m sorry.
He refused to see me like this, saying, “Daji and the rest of the world, you will have only a few oranges left, and you will be left alone.” I’m sorry.
Okay, too.
I’m eating oranges, and it’s good.
Boyfriends don’t burn anymore. They’re alive.
He turned on the computer, and he’s working for a little while, “You’ll send a thank you message to the next 507 next door and ask which platform it was bought, and we’ll buy some more.” I’m sorry.
I thought so.
That’s when our door was knocked.
Boyfriend frown.
He got up and opened the door and found the big brother in room 1203.
“Thank you for yesterday. I’m sorry.
My brother was scoffing, and gave us the medicine: “You shall have some asthma in your house.” I’m sorry.
Boyfriend picked up the pills, and he said a few words.
But I was in a hurry and I sat on the bed and I cried, “Hey! Brother, we didn’t steal your medicine yesterday! I’m innocent! I’m sorry.
“I know. I’m sorry.
“I’m in the hospital today without a cell phone, and they say you. I’m sorry I found you late. I’m sorry.
I’m relieved.
“How’s your girlfriend? I’m sorry.
Hear the question, 1203 tremors.
He’s very calm, but he’s hiding something.
“She’s all right, she won’t hurt anymore,” 1203 says, “It’s weird, “It’s out of the hospital today. I’m sorry.
“Good, good. I’m sorry.
I was happy to say, “Take two oranges.” It’s delicious. I’m sorry.
1203 must have been a series of refusals.
When he left, he said to us, “Thank you, you are all the good.” I’m sorry.
That’s weird.
My boyfriend laughed, “Everyone’s fine. Why do you say that? I’m sorry.
Can 1203 just shake your head.
“Mostly not so bad,” he said, “not good people.” I’m sorry.
After that, he left.
Leave us face to face.
Eleven.
I thought it was over.
I bought oranges the next day, and they stole them.
Actually, this time it’s my fault.
I thought that there would be no more hand out in the first big battle; it would take a while to get a delivery downstairs.
Then the oranges were gone.
I’m a fool.
What is this?
That’s not how it works!
I look like I stink and I go home empty-handed.
“…is stolen again? I’m sorry.
I’m down, nod my head.
“Hey, hey, hey, hey! I’m sorry.
I: ?
“I’ve been in communication all these years, and yesterday Liu asked me to set up a surveillance. I’m sorry.
The obnoxious property manager Liu became Liu in his mouth, and his boyfriend opened up the computer with such a flair, knocked on the keyboard, and came up with a surveillance image of our building.
He was very proud: “Of course, I left myself a mandate to look at. I’m sorry.
“When did you do it? I wonder, “Why didn’t I know you were out? I’m sorry.
He looked at me and said, “How do you know I’m out of bed when you’re sleeping with a cat, you’re snoring with a cat, you’re snoring, you’re tall, you’re snoring. I’m sorry.
I’m a little embarrassed by the smile.
“You’re the best. I’m sorry.
I rubbed him in my face: “Come on, boy, help me get my oranges. I’m sorry.
That’s not a big deal.
The boyfriend lost himself in the loud “Big Dude.”
He pulled out of surveillance and started to roll.
First I’m looking for it in front of the shelf, then I’m passing by a couple of delivery boys.
Until we saw a completely unexpected person.
“I’ll go?”
12
We hit the door next door to 507 with a hard head on the computer.
507 women came to the door after a while.
She seemed very busy, making phone calls, running to the kitchen, and balancing the crazy “drop” computer.
It’s a mess.
The carpets in the living room, the sofa, the tea table were filled with unwashed clothes, socks, a variety of groceries, and a bag of snacks.
She’s really busy.
I was so busy seeing us, I didn’t have time to say hello, and I called and laughed, “I know, boss, I really lost three points this month. I’m sorry.
“Look at what you’re saying, who’s not going to get a flu yet…”
“I will pay attention, I will. I’m sorry.
It took us ten minutes to stand at the door of her house before she finished this long, grinding phone call.
Put the phone down, she left in front of the computer and responded to the client’s information quickly.
It was only then that she was free to laugh at us: “What’s wrong? I’m sorry.
“Don’t worry about it! I’m sorry.
We’re both embarrassed.
What should we do?
How do you tell a mother that her child steals and is a repeat offender?
It’s urgent. Wait online!
At this point, my useless, innocent boyfriend is going to be embarrassed to death.
It is up to me to speak with courage.
“Yes, it is. I’m sorry.
I was hard-headed and euphemisms said, “You, your child took the wrong thing and took our oranges under the shelf…”
She turned her head and looked at me.
But she didn’t react, and her cell phone went crazy.
“Hey, Mr. Li!”
She answered the phone immediately: “When you have time, you say, “Hey, let me ask you something.” All right, I’ll write it down. I’ll arrange it right away.”
We both had to continue to wait at her door in an awkward fashion.
The mother is too busy to receive us.
“I’m sorry, I can’t take the time.” I’m sorry.
“Did he steal something? How much? I’ll give you a red bag. I’m sorry.
“I’m so sorry, the kid’s been out all day, and I don’t know where he went.”
How dare I ask for money?
That’s not why I’m here.
It’s mostly this kid who’s a baby thief!
We looked at the surveillance, and we knew that the kid was taking care of his family.
There’s an apple in the bag, a bite, a garbage can; there’s a banana in the bag, a pocket.
He’s like a buffet and he eats and drinks.
As for the oranges I bought, I’m afraid they’re pretty good.
But what really counts is a detail.
The kid’s too smart.
When he saw someone coming out of the building, he immediately covered the wall and was halfway down the fire escape.
Put the wall up, half-touch.
He’s a kid, so he’s walking along the wall, and he’s watching the dead end.
This move reminds me of — the hand that put a stick in the eye of our electronic cat.
I didn’t get a shot of each other, only this hand.
God.
1203 lost medicine, which appeared in a garbage bag in front of my door that night.
And 507 is right next to us.
In that moment, I met my boyfriend, cold into the marrow.
Yeah.
Real big deal, here.
But the neighboring women are too busy.
She didn’t have any work to do with her son, and she threw us out while she said she was sorry.
I was in the hallway with my boyfriend.
“What do we do?”
I said, “Will I tell the police?” I’m sorry.
Boyfriend’s got no idea.
That’s a little kid. He’s only seven or eight.
We’re in a mess or we’re going home.
But until we decide, Liu’s property manager called my boyfriend, “Hello, are you there?” Do you have time now?”
“There’s a stolen mother downstairs,” he says, “I’m not gonna do it on my side if I’m going to cuff the police.”
Big Mom who stole something?
I laughed, “We’re all bad guys. We’re in a burglary? I’m sorry.
Boyfriends sat there and made up their minds with computers.
He said, “I’ll talk to the police about the 507 kids. I’m sorry.
I said, “Ah?”
“It would have happened. He said, “This way something will happen.” I’m sorry.
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I don’t understand him.
But the brother went out very seriously.
I didn’t say anything.
When I turned on the phone, I found out that the mother next door at 507 turned me on a hundred dollars.
I’m sorry I’m so busy, I don’t have time to worry about him. This kid’s always doing this. I’ll pay you back.
I thought about it and confiscated it.
507 mothers are young, or too young – women in their twenties, with seven-year-olds.
We’ve talked before.
She doesn’t have any education. She’s got a pretty face and a sweet mouth.
It is now in a small company to serve as a guest and in turn as an assistant.
The boss was pretty bad for her too.
Wages are low and hands and hands are not honest.
She had to cry to her heart to raise her children, laughing and working for money.
Yeah.
How can there be so many bright, beautiful women in this world?
More than just these ordinary people.
In the 5G era, the cell phone was the little psychic grandmother; the gym was closed and only a hundred and seventy strong men a month.
There are single mothers who are too busy to take care of their sons.
Everyone fights for a meal, everyone fights.
I sighs.
That’s when my phone was ringing. It was my boyfriend.
He shouted, “Come on! Take off the double oxygen! I’m sorry.
“Come on! I’m sorry.
I don’t understand. I was scared.
But now we’re going downstairs with double oxygen.
In the elevator, I got a message on my phone.
It’s in the neighborhood.
Since the last time I was surrounded, I was turned into a dragon, embarrassed by each other, and nobody spoke in this group.
And this time, it was 1203 with a voice.
“I think your son likes to steal and eat. How about my rat medicine?” I’m sorry.
“He ate the whole cake, and he liked it! @507”
My pupils are shrunk.
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The first thing is a double-oxygen or soap-based vomiting.
I ran out of the building with double oxygen and quickly found someone.
It’s in an open space.
Shortly after eating, the boy did not feel pain, but felt a slight tummy increase.
And my boyfriend and Manager Liu spat his throat.
“Put up! I’m sorry.
I broke the cap of the double-oxygen bottle and poured it into his mouth, “Come on! I’m sorry.
Boys don’t want to, they drink.
He drank a few sips, but not long ago, his face was twisted and he started to puke.
“120. How long will it be?”
“Where are the police? I’m sorry.
My face is whiter than his: “I don’t know.” What the hell is going on?”
Boyfriend kneels on the ground and starts to lose his mind for the first time.
I went up there and pulled him up, and he stinged.
Time is running out a little.
By the time the ambulance arrived, the boy was already in pain and full of stomach.
And that’s when 507 mom finally arrived.
She continued to return to the phone and laughed until she saw her son ‘ s purple lips.
For the first time, during her working hours, she hung up and focused on her son.
“Binbin”?
“How are you?” I’m sorry.
But the boy is in a coma and can’t hear.
“How did this happen?”
The woman fell apart, looked around and couldn’t find a way to live.
There was a lot of crowds and everyone was ashamed of her.
“How can you be such a mother? I’m sorry.
An old man couldn’t help but take a sip of her: “Your son steals and eats every day.” If you don’t want to, don’t. It’s really bad! I’m sorry.
“Yeah, there’s no such thing as a mother. No, the kid took rat medicine! I’m sorry.
Women stand there.
Yeah, if you can’t afford it, but it’s already there.
She didn’t care about the kids. She didn’t want to, but she was weak.
I’ll never get back to her, and I’ll never get back to her.
Without skills and skills, she had to use her time to make a small amount of money to ensure food and housing.
More. Where is she?
The child was seen with a purple face and taken to an ambulance.
507 women jump up in panic and hold the child’s hand.
She’s been crying so hard.
“Mom is here, Binbin, Mama is here! I’m sorry.
At this point, the police came out of the building with a 1203 brother.
He’s a murderer, but he’s got to be cool, calm, even free.
When my mother saw the culprit, she went crazy and went up and bit him and killed him.
“I blame you?”
“Yal has never offended you and your precious son, but your son stepped on some of her pills.” I’m sorry.
“I asked the delivery driver, your son, who was waiting downstairs, to take the medicine himself. I’m sorry.
“He’s his family, he’s Ya’al’s brother, he’s full of lies, damn it! I’m sorry.
1203’s emotions are getting excited.
“How expensive is your son?” Little bastards don’t learn how to make trouble! I’m sorry.
“Ya-il died without breathing at all. Because your good son stole the medicine! I’m sorry.
“If you leave him alone, you should have strangled him long ago. Don’t let him out of there! I’m sorry.
He instead asked the victim’s mother: “What face do you blame me for?” I’m sorry.
“Why don’t you hate yourself because of you? I’m sorry.
507 Mom stood there, shivering.
She fainted.
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There were 120 medical personnel, police, property.
I’m holding my boyfriend’s hand, standing outside.
Boyfriend’s hands are freezing.
He watched the farce and the tragedy, and suddenly said, “I also stole from my childhood. I’m sorry.
“I also deliberately failed to cut my clothes, and for the care of my parents. I’m sorry.
“You know, they got divorced. I’m sorry.
The boyfriend said, “But it’s no use. They still don’t care about me. I’m sorry.
He said, “When we caught the child, he went into hiding and ate the cake. They found him, scared to death, stuck cake in his mouth. When he finds out about the poison, he begs us not to tell his mother. I’m sorry.
“I asked him why he did something like that, and he said, ’cause he wanted his mother to look at him more, and he was messing around. I’m sorry.
“Maybe I…”
I couldn’t help but reach out and hold him.
“The past is over,” I said, “Now that I care about you, I love you very much.” I’m sorry.
He looked away and looked down and looked at me.
I looked inside, caught, fainted, rescued, feeling cold.
I couldn’t help but ask, “Why?” I’m sorry.
“Why does this happen when everyone’s fine? I’m sorry.
And the boyfriend just shakes his head: “Everyone’s bad.” I’m sorry.
“A man who was not bad enough, who only needed to step forward, would fall.” I’m sorry.
“This has always been the case. I’m sorry.
I couldn’t help but hold his hand and say, “But I look at you this way, and I think that life is still promising.” I’m sorry.
He looked at me, he took my hand and we went home together.
“Yeah. I’m sorry.
“It’s hard for one person, and now for two, we’ll always be better off. I’m sorry.
“Well, we’ll spend the rest of our lives together. I’m sorry.
It’s hard, it’s hard, it’s hard, it’s hard, it’s hard, it’s hard.
But if one is partial, one is one, one is one, and one knows one another, then suddenly it is not hard.
Long time.
We’re with the light. Record number: YXX1BLPwxGKTXDyzK6wUlpla
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
