Field breathed a sigh of relief after a few sips of hot coffee, and looked out the window at the deserted streets, and the wandering spirits who had nothing to do out of nowhere, who would pass by the bakery with longing eyes, and also look at passers-by with blank and sad eyes.

I don't know how many people have lost their jobs because of the steam engine, they have either become the periphery of a gang, they have died in a conflict, or they have simply become homeless people, adding a little bit of instability to the city, and the biggest possibility, they will become materials.

"How are you doing here, I mean kids like you, uh, how old are you, you look like you're ten years old?"

"Twelve. "Jack reported his age, and the difference wasn't huge.

"Oh, looks like you're doing well," said Field. ”

Jack's clothes, though shabby and a little dirty, were neat and warm, which was rare, and in the famous neighborhood of Cloe, which was almost like a slum, such a person would probably have access to the factory.

"Why don't you go into the factory, maybe it'll be better there. "There was a naivety to Field's question, he may have known certain facts, but he didn't think about how hard it was for an orphan to do what seemed easy to him.

Factory owners will not absorb everyone, of course they don't care about the use of child labor, in fact, child labor is the guarantee that children can survive to the greatest extent, but it is natural that the efficiency of child labor is not as good as adults, the same time to create more income is what they want to see, the reduction of wages is not as good as the extra income, everyone has to consider whether not to waste time with child labor.

"What about you, sir? How did you become a journalist? What kind of background did you come from, did your background help you become a journalist? Did your background educate you? And getting educated can change your destiny, doesn't it?"

Jack asked a series of questions, not giving Field time to think, and said directly: "I am an orphan, I have difficulty even having a full stomach, and no one will sponsor me to go to school, even if I want to get an education, and I want to change my situation by learning knowledge, it will not be a tragic fate, but I can't even take the first step because I have no money." ”

Most of the real problems can be boiled down to a lack of money.

Field was speechless, even though he was still young, he knew that some things were not so easy to promise, he could give one or two or three notes, but would it really help the other party?

"Ahem," he coughed awkwardly twice and took another sip of coffee, his face burning with the slightly hot temperature, "What do you think of life now?"

The question blurted out, accompanied by an embarrassing silence, and the previous words were probably opinions.

"I want to change and I will continue to work hard. ”

Jack drank the last sip of milk, and to tell the truth, the stingy shopkeeper was reluctant to put sugar, which made him taste the fishy smell in the milk that seemed to be irremoval, but it was really not delicious.

Pure white doesn't mean delicious.

"Sir, maybe the question you really want to ask is not about me, nor about an orphan like me, but about the factories. ”

Jack put on his little shabby hat and bowed his head in thanks, "Thank you for your hospitality, and I hope you have a good morning." ”

"Another loaf of bread!"

Field shouted, and before Jack walked out, he shoved the bread that the shopkeeper had brought him with a smile, and the bread wrapped in paper towels had an attractive color, and the unique aroma attracted Jack's gluttony, he was obviously full, but in the face of this bread, he felt that it was not enough.

"Thank you for your answer, although I don't quite understand it yet, I have thought about it a lot. Field smiled, his smile was gentle, this ordinary and ordinary man, when he laughed, he would have a strange charm, which made people instinctively want to confide in him, and always felt that he would understand.

Jack looked at him again, tucked the bread into his oversized coat, and pushed open the door and walked out.

Behind him, the shopkeeper's complaining voice could be heard: "This little cub who doesn't know how to be grateful, sir, you shouldn't be so nice to him." ”

Is a loaf of bread "good"?

Of course, it is also "good", but it is a little cheap, not because the bread is not worth enough, but because this "good" is too weak, too weak to provide more variety.

Jack was actually a little disappointed, he hoped for a new identity from Field, and now his hope was disappointed, as if he had expected it, but he still couldn't be happy, even if the warm bread was like a stove, warming his freshly filled stomach.

Inside and outside, two fires, burned so much that he felt the mist steaming when he stepped into the mist, he seemed to be able to understand the source of some black soil, if everyone's "good" is so weak, and not even everyone has it, then this world, how desperate it should be.

Looking up, he seemed to be able to see the faint "stars" in the sky, to see the light of some laws that had gone to extinction, and that depravity was the most beautiful fireworks, and that brilliance was the coolest beauty.

Just looking at those, the world seemed to be terminally ill and not far from destruction, but, under the deep cracks, other light came through, that it was a new law being generated, and there was something else alive, revealing a hint of threat.

"Hey, I saw it just now, you have a loaf of bread!"

Paul said, salivating at Jack's chest, as if he saw the whereabouts of the bread, and Tom pushed Jack's shoulder, and when Jack reacted and wanted to fight back, the bread in his arms had been snatched away by Paul.

"It's ours!"

He let out a cheer, and without saying hello, Tom ran after him.

What Jack could see after standing firm was the backs of the two, Paul didn't look back at Jack's situation again, he and Tom, the two of them quickly burrowed into a corner like gray mice, the fog was the best cover, and they were soon out of sight.

There are many people on the street, their eyes are blank and cold, they may not have seen this scene, they may have seen it, but they don't care, most of them are still thinking about where their bread will be, the next meal may be the last meal, or a full meal three months ago, which can be remembered vividly.

Jack patted the shoulder without dust, the original dirt on the clothes had been mixed with the clothes and could not be photographed, such an action was more of a psychological comfort.

"Maybe I should throw myself into the arms of the church, first make sure that there are no real gods here, otherwise..."

Not every god is as good at talking as the god of light, and the gods of this world, who knows if it will be some neurotic.

Jack thought about the mess, and didn't go begging, he still had the money that Field had given him, and a note was enough for a dozen or more coins, and he might be able to exchange some of that money for some news, some common sense news.

Walking around these days, Jack already knows which is the territory of other children, he used to propose a deal, there are people who want to rob directly for nothing, and Jack has taught him a lesson, the strength of the body is weak, it doesn't matter, the mental power can be used, a simple hint can make these children cry and call their mother, they have fallen here, they all have their own tragic stories, and a little touch will get the effect they deserve.

In this way, the rest are willing to trade.

But the children don't know much, and Jack knows more about the various neighborhoods, and the fraternity is normal on the side, but the neighboring werewolves are a little worse, and those werewolves are said to eat disobedient children, and they do have fewer children there.

It's not like Jim's that no one has ever touched, they call it "madness", and the result of madness will only be taken away by the shepherds, yes, the knights in armor are shepherds, affiliated with the various churches, and only the church will keep that kind of armor, and now even in the homes of the nobles, this is something destined to be on the shelf, and no one will wear it on the body anymore.

The existence that a few bullets can break through the defense, and the meaning of the armor seems to have lost most of it.

The children don't understand why a shepherd wears armor like that, they just think it's cool, but shepherds don't be everyone, first of all, they have to believe in a certain god, and secondly, they have to get the power of the gods, and again... Or something else, yet they don't know.

Just as the Brotherhood is very secretive about these things, I heard that other gangs are also taboo against the church, and do not want the people below to be devout believers, and they will only pray to the gods when they need them, and at other times, the gods are no more precious than the wine in the bottle.

Jack was keenly aware of this and didn't go any further, thinking that Jim probably wasn't coming back, so it wasn't a good thing to "go crazy".

Children also have their own ways of thinking about how to avoid going crazy, "Just don't think so much, those crazy people are thinking too much and driving themselves crazy." ”

This statement sounds very reasonable at first glance, but it is more like the idea of adults fooling children, Jack is noncommittal, he still remembers the strange situation when Jim "went crazy", the black soil that flows like water, if Jim is not taken away by the emergency, what will happen in the end?

Don't look at Ken's relaxed and natural appearance at the time, but from the shepherd he found so quickly to be a brother, he knew that things would definitely not be easy.

"What are you asking for?"

Jack went a few streets, and no one asked him such a question, when suddenly a child asked, and he was stunned for a moment and said, "Shouldn't you know the world before changing it?"

The kid was at a loss, what to change, what to know? Many things are illogical combinations to him, and the most complete logical chain he needs to know is to get money in various ways, and then hand it in to get bread, and he doesn't need to know whether it is equivalent or not, or what other ways there are.

This is also the norm for most children, and those who are ambitious may want to become the upper echelons of the gang in the future, but more often they will spend their little time in mediocrity, becoming the garbage of the city, abandoned in the wilderness.

Above the city, if anyone looks down from that height, they can see that the real color of the fog is actually gray, and the gray fog is intertwined into a strange picture, at first glance, like a smiling face, with an exaggerated arc, like a clown, showing its most pleasing side to the sky.

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Haha, it's been a long time! I was moved by myself, and I had so many brain holes.

Forgive me for not being able to stand the darkness, the routine is too old, and I want to complain very much, especially the female teacher, who took the students to beg the protagonist to go to the hospital to find antipyretics, I just want to say that antipyretics can be regarded as a family standing, no matter how good a pharmacy is, there is no need to go to a small one, go to a big one, it's just a flat floor like a supermarket, why do you have to risk it in the hospital. Besides, if you have to wait for someone else to find the medicine and send it back, maybe you can just do it yourself...

I used to like to watch the end of the world to save people, either Tom Sue or Mary Sue, anyway, all kinds of Sue's routines, but now I prefer to watch the calm, rational and cold-blooded protagonist, lack of ability to manage yourself, don't be a hero and then come to a life of nine deaths and finally succeed, the routine of wanting to refuse and welcome is already a little difficult to swallow, I hope to be simply cool, do it, don't do it, don't do it, be kneeling down and begging to do it, where is the principle?

I thought it was good before I saw the other world, although the foreshadowing was a bit long, but it was still novel, and the response in all aspects was not bad, and when I suddenly met two genius boys and girls who appeared inexplicably on the way out, I was exposed and then we got together or something, where did the previous sinister people go? Is it because the boys and girls are more simple?

Alas, I'm really getting more and more critical, and I finally know why it's always a literary shortage.

Thank you all for your recommendation,