Portilia carefully held a silver coin in her hand. This silver coin was the meager remuneration she received after working for others for half a month, and it was also her living expenses for the next more than half a month.
She can get two silver coins a month, but she can't spend two silver coins a month. In this way, when she comes to winter, she can save one silver coin and buy herself a pair of thick clothes.
Thinking of this, the corners of Portilia's chapped lips raised slightly, she smiled with satisfaction, and put the silver coins in her hand into the pocket of her clothes, which had been washed white and had many patches. After pressing the button, he walked towards the vegetable market with his basket in hand.
In the evening, the vegetables are much cheaper because they are no longer fresh.
But just when she walked out of her impoverished home and walked less than ten meters, a figure that she hated and feared appeared more than ten meters in front of her.
The greedy man she called a weasel, a man who lived by bullying old and weak people in the neighborhood, had been robbed by him three months ago, so she remembered it very deeply.
Could it be that I was going to be robbed again today?
Thinking of this, Portelia pursed her lips, and a trace of determination flashed in her eyes. No, this is what she earned through hard work, so she must not let the other party take it away. And if the other party takes it away, she will lose the next half of her life. I have to be hungry and full again every month.
Thinking of this, Portelia lowered her head, turned and walked towards her home, trying to avoid the other party. That dilapidated home was her only choice and the only safe haven she could think of.
But just when she took a few steps back, she heard footsteps chasing after her.
Her heart tightened, and Portelia ran quickly. The distance of only more than ten meters seemed extremely long at this moment, but she still took one step ahead of her, opened the door, returned to her home, and pushed up the door. .
"Bang, bang, bang!" The door she was holding against made her heart tremble with a sound that made her heart beat violently.
"Huh!" Panting violently, Portelia looked at the only weapon in the kitchen at home, a kitchen knife sharpened by her frequent use.
With a flash of determination in her eyes, Portelia pounced on the weapon in her eyes when the rotten door was kicked open by the other party.
"Bang!" She grabbed the weapon and felt a little relieved, then turned around and looked at the uninvited 'guest'.
"Get out!" Portilia threw away her weakness at this moment, showed her strong side, and pointed the weapon in her hand at the opponent.
"Hey! You're so courageous!" Looking at the sallow face in front of him due to long-term malnutrition, the weasel's greedy eyes looked for the one who showed a hint of mischief.
Portilia gritted her teeth, raised her eyebrows like rapiers slightly, and shouted coldly: "Get out!".
"Haha!" Weasel sneered and pushed towards the opponent step by step. He had seen this kind of situation too many times. She was just a weak woman, but now she was just fierce in appearance.
But when he took two steps toward the opponent, Portilia pursed her lips, held the kitchen knife in her hand, and struck directly past the opponent.
The weasel was startled and paused. In an emergency, he tilted his head back, but he still felt a cold light flash across his face, and then a stinging pain came from his face.
"Damn, this lunatic just cut his own throat!" The weasel was frightened and angry, and directly held the opponent's hand holding the knife, making it unable to break free. At the same time, he touched his face with his other hand. Suddenly, a bright red color appeared on his fingertips.
"Damn bitch!" Weasel yelled angrily, threw away the knife in the opponent's hand, and slapped Portelia on the face.
Suddenly, a dark red five-fingerprint appeared on Portelia's face. Even under this slap, blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth. With her head buzzing, Portelia's body softened and she fell directly to the ground. .
"You don't know what to do!" Weasel cursed lightly and kicked the opponent twice, causing Portelia to scream and almost fainted from the severe pain.
Seeing this, the weasel laughed ferociously, reached out to search Portilia, and took out the silver coin that still had body temperature in Portilia's pocket.
"Just one! Poor guy!" He cursed in a low voice, looking at Portelia who was lying on the ground moaning in pain, a strange look appeared on her face.
"I didn't expect that this poor girl has quite a lot of stuff!" Remembering the feeling when searching for money just now, Weasel laughed lewdly, put the silver coins in his hand, and directly lifted Portilia, who was still in pain and weak. Walking towards the bed, one of the only two pieces of furniture in the room.
Seeing this, Portelia, who was still weak, began to struggle. The strength was not strong, but it made the weasel impatient.
"Be honest!" Weasel yelled angrily, grabbed Portelia's long platinum hair, pulled up the other person's head, and slammed her down on the bed. After making a muffled sound, Portelia's forehead became red and swollen. .
"Buzz!" Portelia, who felt as if her world began to spin and blur, completely lost the power to resist. However, she foresaw what was about to happen and did not cry, because she knew it was of no use.
As for death? She wouldn't even think about it! Ever since her mother committed suicide and died silently and no one cared, she told herself that even if life was difficult, she would live on!
She was just a little pity. She had also fantasized about giving her body to a prince charming that she liked.
Thinking of this, Portelia felt a sense of ridicule at her own wishful thinking.
At this moment, just when Portelia felt a chill in her chest, and her young heart that was strong to survive completely turned into a puddle of stagnant water, she saw a man with short black hair and deep eyes. In Hantan, the handsome man knocked the weasel away from the bed with a slap. He quickly took off his coat and put it on her body, making her feel the warmth that she had not felt for a long time.
Portelia, who remained silent even in the face of violence, said: "Save me!".
Her voice was trembling, with a helplessness that she didn't realize she had.
"It's okay!" Ji Mo whispered. Looking at this girl with a stubborn face, but a little bit of despair, Ji Mo remembered that when the old man who picked him up died when he was twelve years old, his own Isolated and helpless, with a look of despair. Then a touch of pity appeared on his face, he pulled up the clothes covering the other person's body, and said again: "It's okay!".
