My name is Ryoko and I'm an orphan. So the first thing I learned was not dad or mom, but "get away!" That's right, that's it, the aunt in the orphanage is not as loving as everyone thinks, in fact, if you don't get scolded by your aunt one day, you will already be lucky.

If it were just a scolding, I might be old enough to work in an orphanage, but I can't stand the disdainful looks of those people. That's right, it's contemptible, although I'm only eight years old, I still understand the malice in the eyes of those who think they are superior, spraying cold water with a rubber tube to bathe us, hiding their own dishes and chopsticks high, and even because my child shook hands with me, I can't wait to soak it in disinfectant water, as if I have touched some virus. Actually, we are all children, except that they have a happy family, and I am the child who came back from the garbage dump.

I want to seek equality and freedom that belongs to me, and I want to seek the respect of others. So I ran out on that cold and rainy night, with only two steamed buns with hard teeth saved and a single coat. The cold rain hit my head and body, I felt happy, and God cried because he had mercy on me? Let these God-given tears wash away the humiliation of the past eight years, and let these tears bear witness to the self-esteem of a beggar! That's right, I got my wish and became a little beggar.

When I first went out, I felt that the world was big, and no one could control me, so I was free and casual. But when the cold wind blew at night and I couldn't sleep, and I couldn't beg for food hungry, I realized that it was so difficult to be a beggar. And that orphanage, I don't want to go back again, I hate those wicked people who use charity as an excuse, they spend money to build an orphanage, they actually torture children for their own selfish desires!

I still vividly remember that the first food I asked for was a whole pancake, maybe the owner of the pancake shop saw me standing there for a full afternoon, looking at the pot of pancakes in a daze, maybe because I didn't mess with his business, or maybe because I was still a child, in short, when the last pancake came out of the pot, he picked up the first hot pancake and handed it to me: "Eat, no money." ”

After a day of hunger, I did move my index finger when I smelled the tempting aroma of the pancakes, but I still carefully wrapped the pancakes, and then said "thank you" and ran away. I know someone who is hungrier than me, an old beggar with a broken leg. From my third day as a beggar I found a gang of beggars, or rather, they just found a bunch of cement pipes to live in, and that's where I got to know the old beggar.

There are not many people among the beggars who read and there are not many children, especially children like me who came out of the orphanage. Others said that I didn't know how to enjoy happiness and ran out of the orphanage where I could eat and drink without working, but the old beggar's eyes were full of sympathy and appreciation, yes, an appreciation from the beggar's eyes.

"Come, kid, let me see." The old beggar beckoned but did not move, and I noticed that his legs and feet seemed to be in trouble.

"Your legs?" As I slowly moved over, I asked, "Are you hurt?" "It's an old problem." The old beggar didn't seem to care, he was really old, seventy or eighty years old, his eyebrows and beards were white, and his clothes were clean although they were tattered, but it was a pity that he had a dish-like face, otherwise he really looked a little bit of a master in the world. "Why did you run out of the orphanage, there is food, drink and a place to sleep?"

"The people there don't look at people squarely, they are not free, they are not happy." I'm back neatly, but no one is looking at you as a beggar. "I want to be affirmed by others, I want to live with self-respect."

"Self-esteem? Even beggars deserve to live with self-respect. The old beggar muttered, before I could ask the beggar what his self-esteem was, the beggars around him exploded, "Come on, the old immortal, and you are preaching your crooked reasoning and heresy again, don't delay other people's children to fill their stomachs, we are a beggar, and it is the most beautiful to be able to eat and sleep in the sun." ”

"It's just that a beggar can fill his stomach if he chews words and chews words?" The other guy argued.

As if to cooperate with the ridicule of everyone, the old beggar's stomach made a gutting sound, and he was embarrassed to say, "Well, reading really can't be eaten." "I can guess his predicament by looking at the dishes on his face, he has an injured leg that has been raining recently, and I am afraid that he has not eaten anything in a few days.

"Well, I still have half a steamed bun here, if I ......" I timidly reached out and handed over half a steamed bun, which was my last ration, before I got to my first meal, of course.

The old beggar was not polite, accepted the half steamed bun calmly, and said to me after eating it slowly, "Do you want to learn to read and write?" This half of the steamed bun can be regarded as an apprenticeship. "It's funny, the apprenticeship of half a steamed bun, which teacher is this? But it's good, I like to read and write since I was a child, but it's a pity that the people in the orphanage don't bother to teach us.

The first thing the old beggar taught me was not how to read, but how to ask for food. In fact, the most annoying thing is precisely the evil beggar who pesters people, pulls your trouser leg or blocks your way, and the little compassion that people have is also lost because of disgust and unwillingness, such a beggar may be very tired every day but is not necessarily the person who wants the most. The second is the kind that pretends to be disabled, such beggars may have been useful a few years ago, but now most people have a sense of prevention, disability = liar, so although there are onlookers like this, few of them are willing to bend down and pay for it. The old beggar taught me to read people's hearts, how to judge the probability of success in begging from the eyes of others, and not to do useless struggles, which was the first lesson he taught me.

So today I will go to the first baked cake, and then carefully return to the old beggar with the still hot baked cake, and respectfully break off half of it, and the old beggar is not in a hurry to eat, but first asks me, "Do you feel anything?" ”

As I ate, I replied, "It seems to have moved a little, and there is something different in the eyes of the people who are willing to give you alms, different from those in the orphanage." "I didn't understand it at the time, and since then I have never worried about whether I will go hungry, because I once had to go to a whole meat bun, and in the eyes of those beggars, I seemed to be a genius in this business.