Just when Campbell thought he was going to live in the dark forever, these people were all shot dead in the trading place because they were hacked by another group of people.

And the children who carried poison like him did not escape the fate of being killed, but fortunately, Jinbao was clever enough to hide behind all the children when he saw those people being killed.

The child who used these people to block all the bullets and escaped with him did not obediently hide in the pile of corpses like him.

Instead, he desperately tried to get up and escape, but as you can imagine, he finally died under the bullets.

The men didn't take a hard look at the dead children, they just picked up their guns and refilled the adults one by one.

In their opinion, when the child sees this situation, he will definitely be like the little child who ran away just now, and he will not remain calm at all.

Jinbao hid in the pool of corpses and blood, dodging the killing, and he didn't dare to get up until long after the men had left.

The warm blood began to become cold, and finally clumps, and the corpses that were still warm also became hard.

But Jinbao was hiding inside, not daring to make a sound at all.

It wasn't until after dawn the next day that someone discovered the tragic situation here, and the orderly, who reported the case, rescued the skinny child.

There was not a trace of fear in Jinbao's eyes, but when the orderler asked anything, he didn't speak, just after everyone thought he was dumb and sent him to the hospital.

Jinbao took advantage of the night to escape from the hospital, from city to city, and this road has been engraved in his mind since he was sold.

He returned to his city, and his original home was long emptied, and nothing could be seen except graffiti for debt collection.

And he himself fainted on the side of the road because of hunger.

What woke him up was a sweet smell, and when Campbell opened his eyes and saw a sweet potato in a fire, he ran over and took out the hot sweet potato with his bare hands without thinking about it.

For the first time in a long time, he felt the temperature of the food, and it was still so hot that he bared his teeth.

"Hahahaha. A silver bell-like laugh rang out.

Jinbao, who had been in the dark for so long, vigilantly holding the hot sweet potato, flashed to the side, looking hostilely in the direction of the voice.

It was a dirty little girl, and those stains couldn't block the smart and beautiful eyes at all, and Jinbao was stunned for a while.

"Dumplings, why are you bullying people. A kind voice rang out.

"Grandma, how can I have it, it was this fool who took the sweet potato and ran away. Dumpling pouted aggrievedly.

Jinbao only came to his senses at this time, and he was still holding the hot sweet potato in his hand, which was so hot that he threw it down.

The sweet potato rolled to the feet of a man wearing broken shoes, and Jinbao tried to crawl over to grab it, but when he saw that the sweet potato was picked up by a thin and wrinkled hand, holding a piece of paper, he shrank into the darkness again.

A rickety mother-in-law squatted down in front of Jinbao with the sweet potato wrapped in paper, and because of the light on her back, Jinbao could not see her face.

But the constant sense of vigilance in the darkness made him constantly regress.

The old woman did not continue to pass, but asked with a smile, "Are you hungry?" ”

Jinbao didn't want to answer, but after the smell of sweet potatoes wafted over, his stomach screamed uncontrollably.

The old woman put the sweet potato on the ground and said with a smile: "Wrap it in paper, and it won't be hot." ”

After speaking, the old woman got up and returned to the fire, and the dumpling looked at the old woman with teary eyes, and cried aggrievedly: "Grandma, that's our meal today." ”

The old woman touched the dumpling's hair with pity and took her into her arms: "Grandma will find you another one tomorrow." ”

Over there, he grabbed the sweet potato and hid in the dark, not caring about the hot and gobbling Jinbao, and suddenly stopped biting.

I don't know why, suddenly there was a hot current that poured into his heart with a mouthful of hot sweet potatoes.

He quickly ran towards the two of them, dropped the sweet potato in front of them, and then hid in the darkness again.

He wanted to escape, but he stayed unexpectedly, and he didn't know why he didn't want to leave, but his feet seemed to be rooted, and he didn't want him to leave.

Dumpling picks up the sweet potato, blows the sand grains on it, and hands it to the old woman, then grimacs at Jinbao in the dark.

Since then, Jinbao has stayed, but he is not with them, but follows them from a distance, and only eats food from the garbage heap on weekdays, but not with the two of them.

More than ten years have passed, and Dumpling has become a yellow flower girl, more handsome and cute than when she was a child, she also went out to work, raising the old woman and Jinbao who had nothing to do.

Until one day, Jinbao, who was secretly escorting Dumpling back, bumped into a group of thugs bullying Dumpling.

So he rushed forward without thinking, beat these gangsters to the ground with the strength of one person, and then ran away with the dumplings.

They thought they would be fine if they ran away, but the next day, the gangsters led people, followed Dumpling, and then destroyed all the homes they had built under the overpass, and beat Jinbao severely.

It was the second time that Campbell felt the smell of the warm liquid, as if he had been in a pile of corpses when he was a child.

That time, Jinbao lay down for three days and three nights before waking up, but he was also dying, and all their money was robbed by those gangsters, and the hospital was not willing to accept this homeless man at all.

Jinbao looked at the dumplings that cried every day, and the old woman with a sad face and was beaten to a disheveled head, and then stared straight at the overhead bridge without saying a word.

relied on wild vegetables and sweet potatoes every day, and finally let him survive, and on this day, Jinbao disappeared.

Just when the old woman and the dumpling thought that Jinbao would never appear again, time slowly passed for another few years.

One day, a man with gold chains, gold watches, gold rings, colorful clothes, and shiny hair combed back to this overpass with a group of people.

Then he threw several people who had been beaten to the ground covered in blood and were no longer conscious, and threw them at the feet of the old woman.

Dumplings identified them for a long time, and finally saw these people clearly, they were the little gangsters who destroyed their home back then.

When she looked up at the young man who looked like a nouveau riche, she suddenly covered her mouth and couldn't help but shed tears.

Later, no one saw the old woman and a beautiful girl living under the overpass.

"Boy, is there anything more important than your life!" Ding Yan grabbed Jinbao's collar and said coldly.

Jinbao was too weak to speak, but at this moment, a woman's voice came from the staircase, and Jinbao, who was dying, opened his eyes in horror.

"Let go of that stinky boy!"