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There was no rooster crowing at five o'clock in the morning in H City, and Lin Zheng, who had developed the habit of getting up early since he was a child, woke up early. Dongfang Fish's belly was white and slightly bright, looking at the empty room, Lin Zheng couldn't help but sigh. He finally came to the city, but Aku was dead. Looking at the bitter photos on the wall, Lin Zheng could only see things and think about people, and his heart was full of sadness.

The plan of the year lies in the spring, and the plan of the day lies in the morning. After Lin Zheng washed up, he left the room. He found a breakfast stall on the street and ate a bowl of white rice porridge with five meat buns. Take a walk and jog in a nearby park.

People in the city are very health-conscious, and the park is already crowded with men, women and children in the morning. The old man in a white robe is playing Tai Chi, and the aunt in a red embroidered Tang costume is holding a long sword in her hand and dancing with sword flowers. A young man in a white vest is doing a fitness workout on a double pole. There is also a young beautiful girl with a ponytail and a red tight top, outlining a soft and seductive figure, jogging in the park. All the people and things constitute a beautiful picture full of life.

But when Lin Zheng looked around, the beautiful picture in front of him was broken. A petite, thin, unkempt little boy stands in front of a trash can. Leaning over and putting his hands in the trash can, he tried to stand on his toes, as if looking for something. Finally, the little boy straightened up, patted half of the steamed bun in his left hand with his right hand, and blew lightly a few breaths. That small mouth, but swallowed half a steamed bun in two or three bites. His dirty, immature face smiled as brightly as a flower, and patted his flat belly with his hand, as if he was full of wine and food.

There were many people passing by the little boy, but no one reached out to help, not even caring for the little boy. Lin Zheng was chilled and very heartbroken. He was chilled because no one wanted to help the little boy. His heart ached because the little boy in front of him reminded him of his childhood time with Ah Ku in a small mountain village.

My thoughts gradually returned to the remote mountain village.

"Little long hair! How dare you come to my house again to steal food. A young and immature but slightly angry shout came out. Looks like I didn't beat you enough last time! I saw a child about one meter tall, with both hands clenched into fists, blushing. Then he picked up his pink little fist and beckoned to the long-haired boy in the corner of the kitchen. Although the child's fist is only the size of a bean bag, and the damage caused to the long-haired boy by the occasional blow may be insignificant, the accumulated force on the long-haired boy should not be underestimated.

The long-haired boy was still curled up, swallowing the big white steamed bun in his mouth. Let the child's fist hit him, he didn't dodge, frowned and didn't say a word. In just a few seconds, the huge steamed bun was swallowed into the stomach one by one, and a simple face grinned at the child.

"Little Long Hair, this is the first time I've come to my house to steal something and eat it!" The child punched his fist, and his anger gradually dissipated. With his hands on his waist, he looked like a little adult, and began to question the long-haired boy. "Xiaozheng, I'm hungry" The long-haired boy touched his stomach, and the smirk on his face disappeared, replaced by an aggrieved expression.

The child, who was called Xiaozheng, pouted and glanced at the long-haired boy with his dark jewel-like eyes. "Humph!" With a cold snort, he turned around and walked to the cauldron. Standing on tiptoe, stretching his neck to poke his head, his right hand vigorously exploring the pot. With difficulty, he took out a white steamed bun from it and handed it to the long-haired boy in front of him. At the same time, he stretched out a finger and pointed at the long-haired boy, pretending to be majestic and said, "Ah Ku take the steamed bun and go quickly." Otherwise, if my father finds out, he will definitely scold me. ”

The long-haired boy called Ah Ku took the steamed bun, his eyes lit up, and he stared at Xiao Zheng with grateful eyes. The head nodded vigorously and hurried out of the kitchen.

Xiao Zheng was Lin Zheng when he was a child, and he was only eight years old that year. The little long hair is a bitter, hungry and cold ten-year-old boy.

At the same age, he is also hungry, he is unkempt, and he is also gnawing on steamed buns.

Lin Zheng looked at the little boy in the distance, and couldn't help but have tears in his eyes. hurriedly ran over, half-squatted in front of the little boy, held his hands firmly, and looked at him affectionately.

The little boy was startled by the sudden Lin Zheng, and struggled to twist his body, trying to break free of Lin Zheng's hands. Because Lin Zheng is strong, the little boy was pinched by Lin Zheng's shoulder, but a resolute and brave look appeared on his face.

Lin Zheng looked at him quietly like this, as if the little boy in front of him was a childhood aku.

At this time, an old man passing by patted Lin Zheng's shoulder and said to him seriously.

"Little brother, don't touch that child, or you'll be out of luck!"

Lin Zheng was a little annoyed, and when he turned around, he was about to scold, but when he saw that it was an old man who was over half a hundred years old, he was not angry in his heart, so he just kept a straight face and said loudly to the old man.

"The little boy wandered in the park, lonely. When you walk in the park every day, aren't you willing to lend a helping hand to him? ”

"Huh!" The old man sighed, glanced at Lin Zheng meaningfully, and sighed heavily, "Young man, seeing that you are a kind-hearted person, I persuaded you to leave this little boy." ”

His mother died after giving birth to him, and his father fell ill one after another, dying a few years ago. The little boy was forced to wander in the park. At first, everyone would help him, but those who helped him soon became seriously ill for no apparent reason. Young man, he is a man of bad luck and will bring you ominous! The old man shook his head and staggered away, sighing from time to time.

Doom man? Lin Zheng couldn't believe it, and looked at the little boy in front of him affectionately.

"Big brother, aren't you leaving? Being with me will bring you bad luck. The little boy touched his dirty face with his little hands, and there was a hint of anticipation in his clear and transparent eyes.

"Little brother, tell me your name." Lin Zheng touched the little boy's head.

"My name is Doom."

Bitterness, like Ah Ku, has a bitter character in its name.

"Xiao Ku, come with me, my brother won't let you starve and freeze!"

Lin Zheng took the little boy's hand, and his eyes showed sincerity.

The little boy and Lin Zheng looked at each other, their palms sweating, and their hearts were hesitating. However, seeing Lin Zheng's sincere eyes, he made a decision in his heart.

He nodded his head and whispered, "Big brother, I'm afraid it will bring you bad luck." ”

"Xiao Ku, believe me, you are not a person of bad luck."

The two held hands and walked out of the park in the early morning breeze.