When Su Zhe took the baby home after eating, he carried the baby home. Maybe the baby was really tired, and after muttering a few words on Su Zhe's back, the baby fell asleep unconsciously.

After finding that the baby was asleep, Su Zhe's every movement became softer and slower, and he slowly walked home. It usually takes just over ten minutes to get home, but it took him almost an hour to get home. When he went home, his back was already sore and his back hurt, and he was about to get upright.

Su Zhe carried the baby to a small room and gently placed her on the bed. This is his sister's room, and his room is next door. The baby slept soundly, with a pair of eyes like black gems, now tightly closed, with a shallow smile on the corner of his mouth, and a drop of crystal saliva flowing from the side.

Su Zhe smiled, stretched out his hand to help the baby gently wipe it off, and arranged the quilt for her. He stretched his body, and when he carried the baby on his back, he didn't feel much, and after putting it down, he felt that his whole back was almost paralyzed now, and his hands were extremely sore at the moment.

He walked out of the room, took a stand in the living room, and punched a few times before his body relaxed. He found that when he didn't use the divine power auxiliary group, although practicing the first style did not have the effect of significantly enhancing the physique, it had an excellent effect on the recovery of the body and the divine power.

After the boxing, Su Zhe went back to the room to get a set of clothes, and after a simple cold shower, he lay on the bed.

Time passed bit by bit, but Su Zhe couldn't sleep in bed. He remembered a person, a girl he had deliberately forgotten.

From time to time, I think of the smile of the innocent girl, the happy days with her, and the memories of the scenes flashed one by one, as if it had just happened not long ago, and finally fixed in the picture of her cold departure.

Half a year has passed, and what the girl said that day is still clearly remembered by him, and the more he wants to forget it, the more he remembers it clearly. The ruthless and cold words seemed to turn into a sharp sword and pierced his heart deeply, and from time to time it would be stirred to prevent the wound from healing.

"It's been four years, and I'm beginning to understand what I want, what I want is a worry-free life, and you can't give it, forget about me, we'll disperse here."

It was a rare day for them to get together and go to the appointment with a happy mood. Before he could say anything, the girl spoke firmly, and she turned to leave. Su Zhe kept watching her departing figure from behind, he didn't say anything, didn't stay, just watched her silently there.

He saw the girl get into the car not far away, and soon the car started and left. The car drove farther and farther, but when Su Zhe felt that the car was getting closer and closer to him, he finally crashed straight into him, breaking his heart to pieces before leaving.

In the end, he hid in a corner alone and got drunk, and that was the first time he had drunk, and the first time he had been drunk. People are drunk with girls, but their broken hearts are not drunk. He laughed maniacally, but the tears flowed uncontrollably.

He cried, except once when his parents died, and he cried at other times when he had never cried.

When he was a child living on the streets, he was alone and hungry, and he didn't cry. When he was beaten and tortured by the wicked, he did not cry. In the winter when he was 10 years old, he was wrongfully accused of stealing, beaten by a group of people, punched and kicked, stoned at him, and even lifted a stone to hit his hand, his fingers were smashed into a blur of flesh, and when the wound was bleeding, he did not cry.

Ten fingers connected to his heart, the pain penetrated deep into the bone marrow, covering up the other pains in his body, and he still did not admit to stealing, let alone cry. Maybe he wouldn't have been beaten so badly if he confessed to stealing and begging for mercy, but he didn't. In the end, the group of people may have been tired, so they dispersed and let him go.

Thinly dressed, he was thrown in a corner at random, bleeding profusely and starving, and he lay on the ground, unable to even turn over. He remembers that the winter was particularly cold. The water began to freeze, and the colder it gets, the more painful the wounds on his body become.

There were people on the road, many people passed by but pretended not to see him, and some people looked at him with disgust, perhaps those people thought that his existence had defiled their noble eyes, and no one went up to help, even if they helped him in a good posture and let him not be so uncomfortable

No one wants to do it. His heart was getting colder and colder, colder than his body.

Maybe ordinary people can't hold on for a long time, but his desire to survive made him hold on tenaciously from day to night, and his consciousness began to blur, and he gradually couldn't feel the pain in his body. He couldn't hold it anymore and wanted to fall asleep like that. He was thinking that he would suffer from living anyway, and it would be easier to be liberated like this.

Just when he gave up trying to survive, he felt a trace of warmth and heard what he thought was the most beautiful voice in his life. He desperately opened his eyes to see the person who brought him warmth. It was vague, but he saw it, it was a girl, a very small little girl. She turned him over and took off her coat over him, driving away a bit of cold for him.

The little girl was still very young, and she didn't know what to do, so she just held him in her little arms. The little face was clinging to his face, and it was still talking in his ear.

Later, she put him down, he thought that she was leaving, but he didn't blame her, she had done a lot, at least she could feel the rarest warmth in the world before he died. It's just that he is very lost and sad.

But after only a while, he felt his body being moved again, and a childish voice came to his ears again, and he couldn't hear it clearly, but vaguely heard the word home. It turned out that the little girl did not give up on him, but wanted to take him home. Although the little girl was still young, she knew that if she continued like this, he would never wake up.

The little girl's strength was very small, and she dragged him with great difficulty. There was no one on the road to help her, and no car was willing to take them, perhaps because he was afraid that he would die in the car, or because he was afraid that he would get into some trouble. During this period, the little girl also fell down several times, and her hands were scratched by the sand on the road, and the weather was so cold that the wound was even more painful. But when she got up, she continued to drag him along.

And although he couldn't see it, he could feel that someone was working for him. She infected him, and he began to regain consciousness. And his only thought was "I can't die, I'm dead, she'll be very sad." And so he survived. All the way to being taken home by the little girl and taken to the hospital by the little girl's parents.

When he was taken to the hospital, the doctors had already judged that he could not be saved, and he was just doing his best. Unexpectedly, since he came back to life tenaciously, it was a miracle for the doctor to call it.

When he woke up from the danger of his life, the first person he saw was the little girl, who was asleep next to him. He looked at her and secretly made the first vow in his life to protect her forever for the rest of his life.

After that day, he had a sister, parents, and a home, a home that he never had to be displaced.

That year, he was 10 years old, and the little girl was 8 years old.