Time is like my sister's textbook, flipping and changing rapidly, and by the time I reacted, it was the last page.

A trance, such as every three autumns.

In the past three years, Bai Ye's little family has already undergone great changes.

Year 1.

The stepmother died in childbirth, and her daughter was stillborn.

The second year.

His father was addicted to gambling and spent the rest of his life in prison.

Year 3.

The house was remodeled, and he and his brother were left on the streets.

......

December.

Winter.

The wind and snow are on the south bank of the White River.

The white night wakes up from the warm bridge hole, and the breath turns into frost.

Looking down, he looked at his sleeping brother beside him, who was still holding a large excavator in his hand, and the large pincers of the excavator were filled with dirt.

It seems that I really like excavators, it must be Lan Xiang's material.

Bai Ye smiled.

A few months ago.

My brother wants to eat a lot of things, chicken legs, shrimp tails, and yellow stewed chicken rice.

A few weeks ago.

The younger brother changed his words and said that he wanted to drink spicy soup and eat tea eggs.

Last night.

The younger brother changed his mind again, saying that he wanted to eat steamed buns with chili noodles.

"What steamed buns, my brother will buy you tea eggs!"

Bai Ye touched his little head, then slid his wheelchair and went out early to find breakfast for his younger brother.

He carried the basket on his back, stepped on the worn slippers, and the toes that poked out were already cracked and he didn't know it.

Every time he approached a garbage can, he had to carefully rummage through it with a wooden stick, picking up empty bottles and food that was moldy and rotten.

There are whole shrimp heads, there are bites of apples, and there are half-eaten noodles.

But the shrimp heads are stained with saliva, apples are stained with cut toenails, noodles are mixed with toothpicks, and toilet paper that has wiped off snot.

In addition, there are white maggots wriggling and fat bodies are working hard to drill, burrow, build homes, and work hard to provide a good and comfortable learning and living environment for the next generation.

It's just that every time I have to smell a foul smell, my nose has long become less sensitive.

He thought about working part-time and handing out leaflets, but people disliked it and couldn't stop others, so he didn't want to.

I also thought about interviewing and being a teller, but people dislike not having a diploma and don't want it.

He gave up on the idea.

And picking up garbage, you don't need any qualifications, as long as you have a pair of eyes, you can find that garbage is also divided into three, six, nine and so on.

He only picks up the good garbage.

And those bad garbage, just like oneself that was once abandoned by others, are forgotten, not recycled, and completely landfilled.

I don't know how long it has been, but Bai Ye has already picked up seven bottles.

But that's not enough.

In the past, a plastic bottle sold for a dime, and a glass bottle or a can bottle sold for two cents.

It's just that as prices rise, the price of empty bottles is not as good as before.

Now all empty bottles are sold by the pound, and a pound of bottles is only sold for one dollar.

From morning to noon, I don't know how many streets I walked and how many garbage cans I turned over.

Just to be able to save more bottles in exchange for more money.

This is the daily life of the White Night, over and over again, day and night, night and day.

......

He walked to the door of a small restaurant.

I didn't go in, but turned my head to look at the clock inside.

Oh, it's 1:27 p.m.

Touching his slightly hungry stomach, he tightened the elastic band of his pants again.

I guess now my brother is awake, and he's hungry like himself, right?

Thinking of this, he hurriedly looked back at the bottle in the basket and found that the bottle was only half full.

According to the algorithm figured out before, a basket of bottles is almost a catty, that is, only half a catty has been collected now.

Half a catty is five cents.

That's enough.

Let's get here first.

My brother was hungry and had to hurry home after selling the bottles.

An hour later, he arrived at the scrap collection station.

"Three cents. ”

The old man with the beard just casually weighed the scales and said casually.

Bai Ye felt deceived and asked, "What? Three cents? Didn't they all pay five cents before?"

"No way, the bottle is cheap again, and I don't want to lose money. Lao Tzu looked helpless, as if telling Bai Ye how to sell it for three cents.

"I'm going to sell somewhere else. "White night turned around and was about to leave.

The old man hurriedly shouted: "After this village, there will be no more such shops! The other shops are a few thousand meters away, and the prices are lower than mine! Young man, I see that you are a disabled person, so I think you might as well be like this, how about selling it to you for 3 cents and 5 catties? You can rest assured, this is the price of conscience, and justice is in the hearts of the people!"

"I believe you're a ghost, you're a bad old man!"

Bai Ye ignored him and turned to leave.

He would rather run to the scrapyard a few kilometers away than let the old man make a penny here!

It's just that the snow is bigger.

The snow on the ground has increased by another centimeter.

Bai Ye shook with difficulty, sometimes uphill, sometimes slippery, sometimes out of order, and occasionally a kind person would push Bai Ye behind to help him.

"Thank you!

Bai Ye looked at the uncle in the green cotton jacket, and when he didn't think about it, he lowered his head and found that the uncle was a lame man with only one leg left.

At that moment, he was stunned.

"What's polite, let's go, it's cold outside, let's get on the road." The uncle helped again and pushed the white night out.

Another hour.

White Night finally ran to another scrapyard.

......

"Brother, brother......"

The younger brother had already woken up, but as soon as he woke up, he didn't have the strength to get up.

His eyes narrowed slightly, trying to open them, but for some reason, his eyelids always wanted to close mercilessly like a door.

"Brother, I'm hungry, I'm hungry......"

His little hands were flickering around him, and he touched the excavator, and then the big tongs, and then the dirt in the big tongs.

"It's ...... Brother...... Brought me ...... Rice ......"

The younger brother's trembling little hands struggled to grab the dirt, opened his small mouth, and stuffed the dirt into his mouth.

"Whoa, whoa. ”

"Delicious, delicious ......"

After the younger brother finished eating, he continued to catch and continue to eat.

"It's delicious, it's delicious...... Brother...... You're going to eat it too...... I...... Filled......"

......

"Five cents a pound!"

The uncle at the other scrap yard weighed it and took out five steel hammers from his arms, "Okay, you can put it away!"

"Thank you!

Bai Ye packed up the five cents and hurried in the direction of home.

And bought a tea egg at the small supermarket next to it.

"That tea egg is a dollar!" the aunt reminded.

"I only have five cents, can I pick up the smallest one?" begged Bai Ye.

"Okay, okay, see that you are a disabled person, I will charge you five cents. Auntie relented all of a sudden and agreed.

"Thank you!

After buying the hot tea eggs, Bai Ye shook the wheelchair even faster.

As he got closer to home, he became more and more excited.

"Brother, I'm back!"

"Look at what good stuff I've brought you!"

Before he saw him, he shouted first, and Bai Ye couldn't wait to shout loudly when he walked outside the bridge.

"Guess what!"

"Hahaha! I can't think of it, it's your favorite tea egg!"

Bai Ye came to his brother's side and found that his brother had not woken up yet.

"Brother, wake up!"

"The sun is drying your buttocks!Wake up, eat tea eggs!Fragrant and delicious tea eggs, it's still hot, brother, get up and eat!"

Bai Ye's tone was like a child's coaxing and repeated in his brother's ear several times.

But he found that his younger brother was still motionless.

"Brother, brother?"

Bai Ye was stunned for a moment, he hurriedly leaned down, stretched out his hand, and pushed it.

"Brother, brother?"

Push harder.

"Brother, brother!"

Bai Ye suddenly fell from under the wheelchair and fell next to his younger brother, he shook his hands, "Brother!

At this time, his eyes noticed that his brother's face and hair had already condensed some frost-white ice flowers.

Bai Ye gasped and trembled and moved his hand to his brother's nose.

The air suddenly stopped.

The tea egg in Bai Ye's hand fell to the ground with a snap.

It was the sound of a broken heart......

Thirty-three crows heard the news, ignoring the white night and pecking frantically at the stinking corpse.

"Get out, get out!"

White Night desperately chased them.

......

It's been a few hours.

The snow is still falling unscrupulously.

"My stupid brother......"

Bai Ye silently hugged his younger brother tightly in his arms to keep him warm.

Even if his younger brother can't feel a trace of warmth, Bai Ye wants to melt all the ice flowers on his body and force back all the cold in this world......