Shenyi frowned, reducing the difficulty of the original plan to test Lake.

"Ah Ya"

Lake sneezes, scaring away the person who was originally interested in buying the fire crystal stone stick.

"No, don't leave."

Lake wanted to step forward to keep the man, but accidentally fell to the ground, and all the fire crystal stones in the basket fell out. While hesitating, he could only watch the man leave far away. Lake, who had lost the opportunity, had to get up and pick them up one by one.

"Ah Ya"

Lake sneezes again, and he felt that he had caught a cold. After all, how could he not catch a cold when he was wearing so little in such a cold place?

But time could not tolerate him twitching. Not long after the pharmacy was closed, Lake sold few fire crystal stone sticks. Apart from the two sold in the morning, only three were sold in the afternoon, which was barely a fraction of the money.

At this time, a man wearing a black windbreaker and jacket appeared in the square, looking around, as if he was looking for something, but it was not his business. The amount was quite different, so he had to find a kind-hearted wealthy person to complete it.

He moved his limbs, and found that he had no consciousness, so he had to lit a few of the most broken fire crystal stones, but unfortunately he had little effect.

"Lack, Lake."

Lake felt someone yelling at him in a low voice behind his back. When he turned around, he saw the man in black windbreaker he had just seen.

“You are…”

He asked as if he was a little confused, because Shenyi did not give him too much information, and he didn't know who the man in front of him was and why he knew him.

"Lack, I'm Uncle Barry."

The man in black took off the mask on his face, revealing the face of a tired man with a stubble on his face.

"Oh, it's Uncle Barry!" Lake immediately pretended to be enlightened and catered, "What are you looking for me here?"

"Oh, isn't I asking you for trouble?" Barry walked to Lake and took out a grass cigarette from his pocket and started smoking. "I first went to your house and found that your father was sleeping in bed. I didn't bother him. Then I wondered if you were coming to the pharmacy, so I hurried over. Then Clark of the pharmacy told me that you should be selling fire crystal sticks outside, so I came out to take a look."

"Then what are you doing when you are so anxious to come to me?"

Lake put down the straw basket in his hand and sat on the ground.

"Hey, I'm here to make up for my problem."

Because Clark was sitting in Lake's lower vent, the smoke he exhaled did not blow towards Lake.

"Ah, why did you say that?"

When he heard this, Lake became interested. Since he was so kind to sell his fire crystal stone sticks, and was so familiar with him, he must have helped him frequently. Maybe the solution to this test is not to make money by selling fire crystal stone sticks.

"When I counted the warehouse before, I found out that the basket I gave you was actually a broken product that the factory wanted to hand over. I came out in the morning and gave it to you without thinking."

"It's okay, it's okay."

Lake quickly comforted him, "You must take this problem first and steadily increase Mr. Barry's favorability for him."

"Oh." Barry sucked the grass cigarette in his mouth, and the smoke floated in the air with mist. "That's it, little Lake. Give me this basket, I'll give you some money first. You go buy the medicine, and your father's illness cannot be delayed."

Lake looked at the stack of money Barry took out of his pocket. Although he didn't know it, he knew that the money was too much, so he waved his hand and said no.

Seeing Lake's appearance, Barry sighed, took a few pieces from the stack of money and put them back in the pocket.

"You have to take these, just pretend I bought you these fire crystal stone sticks."

Barry stuffed the money into Lake's hands and said with a tough attitude.

"Then thank you?!"

Lake immediately thanked Barry.

"Go quickly, Clark was already cleaning up the store when I came."

Barry said, pushing Lake to the pharmacy.

"Well, thank you, Mr. Barry."

Lake immediately ran to the pharmacy after getting the money. Not long after, she arrived at the place. She saw Clark standing at the door of the pharmacy. He saw Lake coming and hurried forward to hold Lake's cold hand.

"Why is it so cold?"

Clark asked as he looked at Lake's little cold-purple hand.

"Mr. Clark, give it! The money is here."

He hurriedly searched for the palms that were pulled out of the warmth in panic. In order to avoid accidents, Lake opened the money separately.

"That, Lake." Clark's smile was very awkward. He looked at the money handed over by Lake and looked cramped. "That, it has been sold."

"Ah? What, sold." Lake said in disbelief, stuttering, "You, not."

Lake suddenly realized that he could not blame Clark. After all, whether to sell or not is stipulated by others. Even if they breach the contract, what can he say?

"Hey, that's it. A new clinic has been opened around. The doctor graduated from the medical school that our pharmacy cooperates with. We must give priority to providing their needs. He bought all the medicine."

Clark said helplessly.

"Ah, that's it."

When Lake heard this, he couldn't help but feel a little desperate. It was not only because the test was about to fail, but also because his father was about to leave because of him. Although he was not a real father, he could not care about the same name and identity.

"But." Clark suddenly changed the topic and proposed a solution to Lake. "Because he bought so many medicines as reserve medicines, you can try them to see if you can buy some from him. Then your mouth is sweeter and your attitude should be more sincere."

"Natural, natural. Thank you very much."

Lake nodded and agreed when he heard that he still had a chance.

"You go with me, remember to have a better attitude."

Clark, who knew he was in the wrong, took the initiative to take Lake's hand, put the robe hanging from the door on him, and walked out of the square quickly with him.

Soon the two of them walked to a small clinic with simple decorations. A doctor in a white robe was taking care of the house there. Clark took the initiative to come forward to discuss. Fortunately, the doctor was easy to talk to. After learning the reason for their arrival, he happily handed it over to Lake and only collected half of Lake's money.

Lake was very happy that not only bought medicine but also had money to buy more food. Before he knew it, he had already regarded this illusion as real and was immersed in it.

Following the roadmap of existence in his brain, he took more than ten minutes to walk back home, a public resettlement area built of wooden boards.

He opened the door with joy in three steps.

"Dad, I'm back, buy medicine..."

Before Lake finished speaking, the hand holding the potion in his hand loosened. With a "click", the pottery tube containing the potion broke on the ground, and the dark brown potion slowly penetrated into the floor.

There were only two beds, a cabinet and a small table in the small room. The sheets on the bed were turned over very messy. The doors of the cabinets were all opened. You could see that all the clothes inside were pulled out, and clothes with patches were everywhere on the ground.

There was a man leaning against the corner of the wall. His long black hair looked very messy because he had been unattended for a long time. A few new blood stains were added to the scar on his right face. Bright red liquid flowed down from the corner of his mouth, and his unsightly eyes looked straight at the roof.

"Lai, Lake."

Just when Lake had not recovered from its shock, a crisp female voice rang out from the door of Lake's house.

"Hello."

It sat on the ground weakly, turned to look at the girl at the door, and said dumbly.

"Lack, you're back. I was scared to death just now!"

The girl hurriedly ran up and said in her arms holding Lake.

"I heard you say that, you should know what happened just now?"

Although Lake felt the softness of the girl, he had no idea when facing Doka's body, and just pushed the girl away and said.

"Yes, yes. I was scared just now."

After hearing Lake's inquiry, the girl hurriedly said:

Lake roughly understood what happened in the girl's story.

Just now, a group of wanderers came, a group of strong adults, walked into the house with a strong wooden stick in their hands.

She was afraid to come in because she was afraid, so she could only hide outside the door to peek. When she saw the wanderers rummaging around in the house, probably because she didn't find anything valuable, she was a little angry and cursed inside the house.

As a result, he woke up Doka who was sleeping. Doka was naturally irritable when he saw someone entering his house. He cursed at them, trying to scold the group of wanderers away.

The result was obvious. Not only did they not scold them, but they angered them. They dragged Doka off the bed and beat him hard.

Later, after the group of wanderers left, she saw Duka's death, and naturally found Duka's death.

The girl watched Lake's breath improve a little, but shed tears silently, and asked to go home to get some hot water for Lake. He nodded stiffly with his mind numb.

But unexpectedly, the girl was also part of those wanderers. After drinking warm water, he fainted on the ground.

When he woke up again, he found that he was already lying on a car, surrounded by children tied up. He looked about the same age as him, and he looked six or seven years old.

Seeing these children, Lake realized that he was abducted by human traffickers.

After experiencing trafficking, escaping and wandering, he became a living in the city by begging. Everyone despises him and can only eat the leftovers found in the trash can every day.

While begging and rummaging for the trash can, Lake became increasingly immersed in his identity in the illusion. Suddenly one day, he saw a smooth mirror in the trash can, which was discarded because it was broken into pieces.

When he saw himself in the mirror, he was suddenly stunned. Who was the person in front of him? Why did he look so strange?

"Who am I, where am I, what am I doing?"

Lake looked at the fragments of the mirror in his hand a little dull.

"Click."
To be continued...