The old lady was embarrassed and overwhelmed. She said in a huff: "I... I didn't hit him. He smashed himself. All the neighbors saw it just now. It was him that had hurt himself, it had nothing to do with me... "

"Even a vicious tiger will not eat its cubs! Old lady, you are too cruel to your daughter-in-law and grandson!"

"Yes, I have never seen an old lady as cruel as you."

"As an elder, you don't respect yourself."

People always sympathized with the weak.

If Wu Jinhuan just smashed the wine bottle at the old lady, even if he was reasonable, people would point the finger at him.

But he hit himself. He was a student who had just gone to high school. He should have lived a carefree life, but now he had to smash his own head. To what situation did he have been forced that he couldn't even care about his own life?

People were pointing fingers at the old lady, and there were more and more voices of accusations.

The old lady's audition was very good. Of course, she could hear clearly what people were saying. She knew that she certainly couldn't get any benefits today. Then she looked at Yu Huan and Wu Jinhuan angrily, and said unwillingly, "One year, I only give you one year. One year later, you vacate the house for me immediately!" After saying that, the old lady did not want to stay any longer, and walked out quickly in the blame of other neighbors.

"Huan, this is all my fault, let mom take you to the hospital." Yu Huan hugged his son tightly, with tears running down endlessly.

Huan...

Wu Jinhuan was fine with smashing himself a wine bottle, but when he heard the nickname, he was about to vomit.

"There is no need to go to the hospital. I just need to wash it." He had a sense of propriety, it didn't really hurt him. Although it looked scary, in fact, it was okay.

"It is Bleeding, how can you not go to the hospital?" Yu Huan looked to Feng Jizhong for help. The latter nodded and agreed: "It is better to go to the hospital!"

On the first day of rebirth, Wu Jinhuan went to the hospital twice. At the first time, he had two stitches in the back of his head, and at the second time, he had another stitch in the top of his head.

When they got home, it was almost noon.

Yu Huan wanted to take a day off and stay at home to take care of him, but Wu Jinhuan did not agree, he repeatedly said that he was fine and no one needed to take care of him.

Alone at home, he strolled around the small house of fifty square meters in less than half a minute.

After watching, Wu Jinhuan was so disgusted.

Wu Jinhuan was too lazy in the past and did not have the habit of writing a diary. If he wanted to know his previous life, he could only search from the fragmented memories in his mind.

After eating at noon, Wu Jinhuan began to feel restless, irritatingly pacing back and forth in the room.

At first, it was just upset, and gradually, the body became more and more uncomfortable. The feeling was like thousands of ants got into his body, biting his bones.

Oh shit! Wu Jinhuan walked around and stopped suddenly, his hands clenched into fists, and he cursed in his heart, it was a drug addiction!

Wu Jinhuan was only 17 years old, and the family's conditions were so bad, how could him still get drug addiction?

He really wanted to laugh aloud towards the sky right now. God treated him so kind, not only gave him a chance to be reborn, but also gave him such a big gift.

He walked back to his room, a small house of less than ten square meters.

At this time, his snot and tears were completely flowing out of control, his internal organs were tumbling, as if there was an invisible big hand, pumping his muscles and breaking his bones.

He walked to the wall, facing the wall, hammering the wall with his head.

In the past life, he also had a drug addiction. At that time, it felt like he had crawled around in hell.

In this life, he wanted to live well, of course, he must quit drug addiction in time.

What was different from the previous life was that in the previous life he had drugs to help detoxification, but in this life, he had nothing and could only use his own willpower to detoxify.

As he continued to hit the wall, using the pain of the external force to alleviate the pain in the body, the phone rang.

The phone rang for more than twenty seconds before Wu Jinhuan came out of the room and went to the master bedroom to pick up the phone.

"Hellow?"

"Old fat, you are home!"

Wu Jinhuan froze for a moment before he realized that the old fat said by the person referred to him.

He simply answered, and then kept silence.

The people in the phone didn't tell the difference in his voice, and he continued to say with an excitement in his voice: "Old fat, come out soon, Brother Xing gave us another deal! This time, when we deliver the goods to the place, we can each get five goods."

Wu Jinhuan, who was suffering from drug addiction had no intention to think about his words, he casually asked: "What is the good?"

"Are you stupid? It's pethidine!"

Pethidine? It turned out that Wu Jinhuan's drug addiction came from here! He finally figured out what was going on. Wu Jinhuan, who was still a student, was secretly helping people transport drugs while took drugs himself at the same time.

Ugh! He sighed secretly. He couldn't understand what was in Wu Jinhuan's head, why did he just take this business.

"In the future, I won't do this kind of things, and don't call me again."

"Ah? Old fat, what are you talking about?"

"Don't call me again."

"Hey, old fat, are you crazy, if you don't do this anymore, what will you do in the future?"

"Let nature take its course." After he had finished speaking, he had no patience to say anything, and threw the microphone on the landline.

He rubbed his painful head, slammed his head hardly against the table twice, and then hurried to the kitchen, brought a kitchen knife back to his room. He cut the kitchen knife directly into the bedside table, and lay down on the bed.

In this way, as soon as he turned his head, he could see the kitchen knife standing on the bedside table.

It was easy to end the pain, just pick up the kitchen knife and wiped it around your neck.

But then again, you were not afraid of death, were you still afraid of this pain, of this torture?

This was exactly the psychological construction and psychological suggestion that Wu Jinhuan was doing to himself.

Wu Jinhuan knew clearly how strong his desire to survive was, even if his body was shattered, and he had sunk into the sea, he was still struggling to wave his broken arm, desperately upstream, wanted to live and wanted to continue his life.

On the battlefield in Myanmar and in Africa, he survived on this desire to survive.

He was not sure whether he could overcome drug addiction by his own willpower, but he could be sure that his desire to survive could definitely overcome drug addiction.

Wu Jinhuan, who was lying on the bed and tumbling left and right, reached out several times to grab the kitchen knife standing on the bedside table, but each time when he reached halfway, he retracted his hand.

Again, you were not even afraid of death, what were you still afraid of, what else in the world was more terrible than death?

Especially for him who had died once, every time he thought of death, he always shivered with agitation, and his chaotic mind immediately became clear.

Alive! No matter how much pain you endured, no matter how deep the desperate situation was, insist on living, this was the most meaningful thing in life.

He didn't know how long had past, Wu Jinhuan finally fell asleep in a daze.

The sound of the door lock woke him up.

He opened his eyes and felt as if his body had just been washed, his clothes were soaked with sweat, and even the bedding under him became damp.

He sat up slowly, all over his body, every joint was sore, and every rib was like being tied a knot. =

"Huan? Huan?" Yu Huan's voice came from the entrance.

What an annoying woman! Wu Jinhuan didn't like the nickname 'Huan', and he didn't like Yu Huan, the physical mother of this body.

Being bullied, she didn't know how to fight back, only knew to cry and swallow the insult. This was the performance of the weak.

On the way he growing up, the law in his world was always that the weak was the prey of the strong. The strong was the king. He did not like the weak and would not sympathize with the weak. For the weak, he only had contempt and disgust.

Feeling more comfortable, not as uncomfortable as when the drug addiction first started, he understood that today's drug addiction attack was over. Of course, this was just the beginning.

He came out of the room, leaning against the door frame, tilting his head, silently watching Yu Huan who was changing shoes.

When Yu Huan changed her shoes and turned around, she was taken aback by Wu Jinhuan who was standing there suddenly.

She said with a pretend anger, "Why didn't answer me if you were at home?"

After a short pause, she lifted the plastic bag in her hand and took out a large piece of pig's elbow from the sauce. She smiled and said, "Huan, see what I have bought for you, your favorite pork elbow!"

Wu Jinhuan almost choked on his saliva when he looked at the red pigskin and the white fat of the pork belly.

You were really my mother! The son had already become such a fat boy, and you were still feeding him big fish and meat!

He shook his head and said firmly, "I don't want to eat this."

Yu Huan froze for a moment, looked up at him, and couldn't help but snorted and said,

"You just said you don't want to eat in mouth, but please wipe the corner of your mouth quickly!"

Wu Jinhuan unconsciously raised his hand to touch the corner of his mouth, well, the saliva near his mouth almost came out.

At this time, he really had the urge to cover his face and burst into tears. He swore to God, this was completely the fucking natural reaction of this body, and he really had nothing to do with it.

"Quickly sit down and have the meal. You have to make up for it today!" While looking at the wound above her son's head while in the hospital, she felt distressed, uncomfortable and blamed.

Wu Jinhuan's old face blushed and he threw a sentence: "I'm going to take a shower first." After saying that, he quickly walked to the bathroom.

"Huan, your head is hurt, and the doctor said you should not get wet."

"I know it."

"You can take a shower after the injury is cured!"

"..." Wu Jinhuan didn't want to say more and walked to the bathroom without looking back.

Yu Huan looked at the closed door with a little stunned.

She felt that Huan seemed to had changed himself today. But if people let her say what was the difference to the specific, she couldn't say it clearly for a while.

She shook her head and thought that she was just going off with flights of fancy.

For dinner, Wu Jinhuan ate only a few pieces of lean meat and drank a bowl of porridge, and he refused to eat more.

Yu Huan pushed the plate full of pork knuckles in front of him and said, "Huan, eat more!"

Afraid of her being verbose, Wu Jinhuan said: "I'm dizzy, I can't eat anymore, and the doctor also said, I can't eat too greasy now." Then, he stood up and walked out.

Yu Huan said: "Huan, don't go out to play when you have a head injury, go to bed and rest more."

"I'm going out to exercise." Wu Jinhuan covered his forehead and said, "Before the start of school, I plan to lose 50 pounds."

It was more than a month before Huan's school started. In such a short time, how could he lose fifty pounds at once? Yu Huan wanted to speak more, but Wu Jinhuan had already put on his shoes and walked out of the house quickly.

How weak this body was, he had already experienced. The first task for him was not to loss fat, the key was to first strengthen the physique of this body.

The area of the community here was not small, and there were more than 20 buildings. According to Wu Jinhuan's plan, he just needed to run three circles around the community.

After he took it into action, not to mention three circles, he didn't even run half of one circle, and he was already tired and sweaty, and the beads of sweat dripped straight down his chin.

He wiped the sweat beads on his face, feeling that he could not run anymore, and then he began to walk. In short, even if he walked, he had to walk down these three circles.

When he walked to a small alley in the back of the community, he met three young men of his age.

Seeing him, the three teenagers ran in like a swarm of bees. The one headed, with short hair and tall figure, looked very energetic.

He stood in front of Wu Jinhuan, put his hands in his pockets, tilted his head, and blocked his way.

He said: "Old Fatty, what did you do last night? You are too fucking injustice. When we wanted to use you, you motherfucking were running away again?"