Snowy days

Little Doflamingo, who was only eight years old, suppressed his emotions.

For some reason, he suddenly didn't want to stay in this dilapidated house.

In the house, the father was still immersed in a decadent mood, and the younger brother Luo Nandi was serving tea to his mother.

"Hey!" Little Doflamingo sighed deeply and turned to push the door open.

There are too many things for the manager today, and he wants to go out to relax and find some food by the way.

Little Doflamingo walked blankly in the silver-clad garbage heap.

He couldn't help but think back to his time when he was Mary Joy, when he also loved snow days.

When the snow is drifting, he likes to play on the lawn with his younger brother. The mother, on the other hand, sat in front of the fireplace in the house and prepared food for them.

But now....

Little Dover, who was immersed in his thoughts, was suddenly attracted by the sound of a fight.

He slowed his footsteps, hid behind the garbage heap, and quietly probed.

It was two teenagers fighting over a wrapped rotisserie chicken.

They were fighting on the ground with half of the roast chicken in one hand.

The sturdy boy pressed the slightly thinner boy to the ground, trying to snatch the other half of the roast chicken from his hand.

The skinny boy seemed to know that he was no match for the more athletic boy.

He fought back with his feet and with his other hand, but he could curl up in a semicircle and bite the half of the roast chicken in his hand.

"It's delicious, it's delicious! It's been a long time since I've eaten such a delicious roast chicken, and if it weren't for the fact that the guy who made this roast chicken was dead, I really wanted him to make roast chicken for me all the time! "The thinner teenager endured the beating of the stronger boy, and the movements of his mouth became faster and faster.

The sturdy boy seemed angry, and the frequency of his attacks gradually decreased, and he, like the emaciated boy, chose to nibble on his trophy, half a roast chicken.

It's just that even if he makes this choice, he doesn't want the thin boy to be better, and the fists in his hands can't be stopped.

Little Dover looked at the scene and prepared to turn away.

He needs food, but he doesn't need food stained with other people's saliva.

No matter how hungry he is, his dignity cannot tolerate him eating this food.

Of course, there is also an extremely important reason, that is, the two people who fought were teenagers, and they were both older than him.

If he rushes forward recklessly, the greatest possibility is that they will stop the battle and then hammer themselves together.

Little Doflamingo was well aware of this.

After all, a few months ago, he was still so ignorant of the sky, and because of this, he was beaten and kicked countless times.

Little Dover turned away, and the cold snowflakes fell on him, seemingly making him more conscious.

He suddenly realized that the current situation was not right!

The sound of fists clashing was gone, leaving only moans of extreme pain.

Little Doflamingo was a little nervous, and he thought that someone stronger should have joined the roast chicken battle.

However, when he saw the scene again, he was surprised.

They were all on the ground and curled up in the shape of a prawn, red and bruised.

Within a few minutes, they had stopped struggling on the ground. The body shrunk into a prawn also seemed relaxed, and the hand clenched into a fist was weakly released, and only the traces on the ground could tell the world that there were just two people who were making the last struggle in order to survive.

Doflamingo's eyes widened as he hid behind the garbage heap.

He slowly walked up to the pile of garbage, his face complicated.

Now you can clearly see the fear, regret, and unwillingness on their faces!

He could also see the force they used when they struggled, especially the green tendons that burst out of their foreheads, which showed their desire for life.

Little Dover, with a complicated heart, carefully surveyed his surroundings.

This is also supposed to be a place for scavengers to live, but this place is even more shabby and unbearable than the broken wooden houses they live in.

"What is this?" Little Dover felt a foreign object under his feet, and gently kicked the snow away with his foot, only to see that it was a human arm.

Dover took a closer look at the protruding snowdrift, picked up something that resembled a broomstick, and swept the snow away in a few clicks.

I saw a boy about his own age, curled up in a snowdrift, but strangely his whole body was red.

Just the moment he saw the child's hand, all the mysteries were solved.

Palms wrapped in plastic paper, roast chicken wrapped in plastic paper, two dead teenagers.

"Awesome, awesome!"

"Even if you are dying, you have to kill the people who once bullied you?"

"No one can bully me, and whoever bullies me will die?"

"I really admire you! But you're sick and dying! ”

Little Doflamingo stared blankly at the frozen red body and sighed, not knowing whether it was out of kindness or admiration.

With great difficulty, he pulled Shuster's body to the place with his back to the garbage heap, lit another fire for him, sighed again, and left.

He's going to run for his family's survival.

It's just that, for some reason, there is an unspeakable emotion that gradually permeates his heart, and he seems to understand something, and he doesn't seem to understand anything!

In the middle of the afternoon, the snow stopped.

Little Doflamingo, whose face was scarred, held the food and, for some reason, walked to this place again.

"Why is the fire still on?" Seeing the light of the fire in the distance, he had a hint of doubt. The firewood he had lit when he left was not large.

To be honest, he didn't know why he lit that firewood. But can that little firewood pile last so long?

Little Dover quietly walked towards the garbage mountain with questions.

Unexpectedly, the two dead teenagers have disappeared. All that was left was the cleaned floor and the neat and tidy shed.

There's even a small figure, busy going around.

Doflamingo's eyes shrank under his sunglasses, and then he suddenly became stunned.

He said, how could such a powerful character die so easily!

Dover couldn't tell if he was happy or sad in his heart.

At this time, I only heard a happy voice, which said not far away: "Benefactor, you are here!" ”

Doflamingo's expression tightened, but he saw that the boy not far away, who had changed into clean clothes, was standing not far from the house, facing his direction, smiling.

Doflamingo didn't know what evil he had fallen, so he took a pile of food in his arms and walked towards the small sloping shed.