Without money for treatment and no home to go back to, the world is so big that there is no home for Mo Xiaodie.

She could only start wandering with that guitar.

The torture of illness and the disgusting eyes of the world once made her think about ending her life.

But when it comes to implementation, I still hesitate.

She felt that the world was still very beautiful, and it was just her own fault. She also wanted to take a look at the world a few more times.

In her opinion, escaping was shameful. Although life was difficult, she still wanted to face it.

——I can lose, but I don’t want to escape.

She loves this world, she loves singing, and she wants to love this world with her singing.

I don’t know how much time she has left in her life, but she wants to sing the day she can’t sing.

"I don't know how long I can last. What I think is that if one day I really can't do it, I will find a place that others can't find, die quietly, don't bother anyone, don't scare anyone. I have written a suicide note. If one day my body is found, they don't need to waste police force to find out my death."

Mo Xiaodie said to Liu Qing like this.

She understood the fate she had to face, and was ready to accept all this and go through the last journey of her life in her own way.

Liu Qing felt very uncomfortable when he heard this.

Life is not an easy task for most people.

Especially those who are struggling at the bottom, a large part of the day have thought about ending their lives and escaping the hardships this world has given them.

Including Liu Qing, he has had such thoughts more than once.

Since I was a teenager, I have thought about why I have to suffer these hardships. Do I see the light of this day? Is it meaningful to persist in living? What is the fun of living?

In the end, I am alive, either I love life very much or I am simply afraid of death.

He thought that if he had encountered everything Mo Xiaodie had encountered, he would have collapsed long ago.

And this girl is still able to live hard and is still talking to the world with her singing.

It's really not easy.

Such girls are sympathetic.

Such girls are also admirable.

"You are excellent," he said to Mo Xiaodie, "as long as you persevere, you will become better and stronger."

Xiaowen and Ye Wanrong listened in front and sighed.

"Miss Xiaodie, it's too difficult. You must persevere and everything will be fine." Xiaowen said.

Her nose was a little sour.

Ye Wanrong also said to Mo Xiaodie: "The hardships that life gives you are also the motivation to make you stronger. As long as you persist, you will have the day to break out of your cocoon and become a butterfly."

Mo Xiaodie didn't know what to say, so she could only thank her.

Of course she knew that lupus erythematosus is not an incurable disease, and as long as she has money, it can be cured.

She just doesn't have that money.

In today's highly developed medicine, most of the time, it is not a disease, but a life.

Now such a noble person suddenly appeared, willing to sign her as an artist, willing to bear all her treatment costs, and also let her see hope of living.

For her, this was a light that appeared in the darkness that illuminated her life.

This is the grace of recreation.

I have seen too many dislikes and cold eyes, and I understand the preciousness of this kindness.

"I must work hard to survive and repay this kind of kindness."

She thought so in her heart.

When he arrived in front of the big troop, Liu Qing said to Xiaowen: "You can just take the co-pilot, Xiaodie and I will sit in the back."

He could see that Xiaowen was very scared of the acne on Mo Xiaodie's face. Although he was indeed disgusted by himself, he was still a big man and could not act so cute.

Mo Xiaodie has seen too many people's disgusting eyes, and of course he knows how annoying the acne on his face is.

——Even she herself dislikes it.

She blushed and sat in the back seat, sitting as far as possible, for fear of being beaten by Liu Qing who was in the back seat.

This restrained look made Liu Qing feel particularly uncomfortable.

Xiaowen sat in front, without wearing a seat belt, lifted up the two boxes of packed barbecue in her hand and asked Mo Xiaodie:

"Miss Xiaodie, do you want to eat barbecue? It may be a little cold and the taste is not that good."

Mo Xiaodie was about to refuse, but Liu Qing had already taken it and handed it to her: "Eat it, I heard that your stomach was screaming, so don't be polite."

He said to Xiaowen again: "If there is water in front, please bring a bottle of water."

Mo Xiaodie took the two boxes of packed barbecue and said thank you again, and her voice choked up a little.

She doesn't know if there is anything that is not suitable for patients with lupus erythematosus.

However, when you are hungry, dietary taboos are not that important, and filling your stomach is more important.

When the car started, Mo Xiaodie sat behind and ate the barbecue, occasionally pointing the way to where she was going.

Liu Qing held a bottle of pure water in her hand, and handed it over when she wanted to drink water.

Sitting in the back row, she was still in such a sealed space, so close to each other, and Liu Qing could also smell Mo Xiaodie's body.

He did not show it, for fear of hurting the girl's self-esteem.

He knew that it was not the girl's fault and that she should not bear all that.

In fact, the other two girls in the car smelled it, so they were careful not to show it.

Liu Qing held his cell phone and sent a WeChat message to Qin Kun:

"If you pass by the clothing store, buy her a few sets of clothes. I'll transfer it to you how much."

I didn't call because I was afraid that the girl would hear it and would cause her inferiority complex.

There is no need to ask about the size, just about the same thing. Even if it doesn’t fit so well, it will always be more decent than the clothes you are now.

If it doesn't fit, buy it later.

What we need to do now is to try not to embarrass the girl.

Under Mo Xiaodie's guidance, the car drove under a viaduct and stopped.

Qin Kun’s analysis is correct.

Mo Xiaodie is a wanderer and can’t even live in a hotel, so she lives under this viaduct.

After getting off the bus, I walked over to a bridge pier and passed the green belt. There was a mat that I don’t know who threw away, and a dirty quilt, which was Mo Xiaodie’s home in this city.

When she came here, she didn't dare to look at the expressions of the three of her peers. She lowered her head and walked over, lifted up the dirty quilt, took out a photo album from it, then turned around and said:

"This is the thing I want to take..."

Photo albums are not valuable and are only valuable to individuals. You don’t have to worry about others taking them away.

In the eyes of others, this is not even useful garbage.
Chapter completed!