The boy stared blankly at his sleeping mother, dazed. The cold wind was like a sharp blade, cutting off his only concern in this world.

He stretched out his hand in vain, trying to grasp the faint fragrance, but failed to grasp the last glimmer of hope.

It was because I liked her that I chose to leave, choosing to stay by her side silently and look at her quietly.

The line between life and death is so close, and it can't be put down overnight.

Life will leave her with the most brilliant memories, but she is stingy and does not give her one last moment of smile.

Chapter 1: Survival

It's a steaming steamed bun.

The boy who was dying just now suddenly opened his eyes wide, looking straight at the steamed bun that had just been bitten twice, as if there was only that steamed bun left in his world. He hadn't eaten for nearly three days, hunger haunting his stomach, his mouth, his nose, every part of his body. As he gulped down the cool water from the river, he could still hear the sound of his stomach.

It seems that God is deliberately working against this child, and there is an unclothed little beggar in front of the fragrant restaurant. The shopkeeper sent out a noble man in green clothes with a smile on his face, and saw a beggar in ragged clothes standing straight in front of the door, staring blankly at the leftovers of soup on the table of the Eight Immortals, and the smile on his face was hidden somewhere.

"Get out of here, little cub," the thin lips and the big belly were extremely disproportionate, and he kicked the boy to the ground: "Don't be the master's wealth!" There was not a single tear in the boy's eyes, and there was not a single ripple on his dirty face. Stretched out a thin hand to wipe the blood mark slowly left on the corner of his mouth, silently got up, seemed to take a few steps with some difficulty, and then fell down heavily, and he could still vaguely hear the cursing voice of the shopkeeper just now.

A white-flowered thing fell two steps away with an alluring aroma.

The boy's nose suddenly came to life, and his hands, his legs, and his body seemed to wake up. His eyes glared at the steamed bun, and he pounced. Just as he swallowed heavily, the barking of a vicious dog sounded in his ears, and without the slightest hesitation, he stumbled and wanted to run away. A large mouth full of sharp teeth bit the leg. The boy screamed in pain and fell to the ground, frantically opened his mouth wide and bit at the long-haired dog, and clutched the steamed bun with a black handprint in one hand.

The dog was in pain and ran away with a wail. Leaving a hairy boy with a trace of blood between his teeth. Also, there are interested spectators on the street.

Ignoring the bleeding wound and the torn robe, the boy ate silently, two lines of crystal sparkle on his dark face for the first time.

"Niang ・・・・・・" swallowed the steamed bun full of tears, he choked up, and called out in his heart for the person who loved him the most.