"Grandpa, look at the frogs I caught. "A child of four or five years old was bouncing up and running to a thatched hut with a live frog in his hand and stretching his limbs.

In the thatched hut, an old man slowly got up from the chaise longue, fumbled with his withered hands, and stood up tremblingly.

"My good grandson ......," the old man had a kind smile on his face.

"Grandpa!" the child held up the frog in his hand, "Look at it, how cute!

He poked the frog in the eye with his finger, until the frog closed its eyes and kicked its limbs again. "Haha, that's funny! Frogs are stupid! Grandpa, look at you!"

The old man moved his steps, walked up to the child, stretched out his dry hand and touched the child's head, "Grandpa saw it, the frog is stupid." My good grandson, are you hungry?"

Only then did the child remember that his stomach was already empty. He lives in a large courtyard. I heard that he was picked up, and the people in the yard were not bad or good to him. He was housed in a vacant utility room in the courtyard, and people threw her surplus food. She felt like they were rewarding stray dogs outside. Sometimes he didn't get a little food for a whole day or even a few days, and he had to go hungry.

Luckily, he met this grandfather one day while he was out foraging. At that time he was hungry and dizzy, and staggered to and from place to a thatched hut, where he met an old man with a cane and a club.

"I'm so hungry...... the child stared, and then stretched out his dirty little hand to the old man.

The old man opened his shriveled mouth but did not speak, and turned and walked into the room.

The child lowered his hand in frustration and slowly turned around with his head drooping.

"Child......" The old man appeared by the door again, with a cane in one hand and an enamel bowl in the other, "There is only some porridge left, will you eat it?"

"All right!" the child turned, strode towards the old man, snatched the enamel bowl and poured it down. It was the most delicious food he had ever eaten in his life.

"Anything else?" the child licked his mouth and looked at the old man with his eyes open.

"This ......," the old man was a little embarrassed.

"Forget it. The child returned the enamel bowl to the old man and rubbed his stomach a little sadly. Flattened. Hungry!

"Come back at this time tomorrow. The old man opened his shriveled mouth, "I'll feed you tomorrow." ”

"Really?" the child's eyes lit up, and he suddenly felt full of power, and jumped away.

The next day the child came and had a full stomach as he wished. And the old man, with a kind smile on his face, watched as the child ate the gruel in the pot.

"Thank you, Grandpa!" the child smiled.

The old man laughed too, laughing with a wrinkle on his face.

Then, in the following days, the child ran to the old man from time to time. As soon as the child came, the old man would lift the lid of the pot and scoop the food into the bowl with a wooden spoon. The child, on the other hand, sat obediently on the small bench in the room, waiting for the old man to bring it to him.

After eating, the children watched the old man weave a small bamboo basket with long bamboo leaves. The old man would sometimes smoke a bag of dry tobacco and fall asleep while puffing. The child plays alone for a while and then returns to the yard.

Usually, when he returned, the people in the courtyard had already returned, eating dinner in their respective homes, chatting loudly and making noise. The smell of food came from the courtyard, and his little utility room, the broken bowl on the low table, was still empty. Luckily, he has a grandfather.

It's just that every time he goes to his grandfather's, he eats alone, and grandpa just watches him eat and occasionally smoke a bag of cigarettes. He felt that he should also find something to eat for his grandfather.

This morning, the people in the courtyard went out, and he was the only one left in the empty courtyard. He got up and looked at the broken bowl on the low table, it was empty. It seems that I can only find something to eat and bring to my grandfather. He hurried out of the yard and went out into the field to look for food, but he didn't find anything to eat for a long time, and only caught a frog.

Well, a frog is a frog, and it's finally a gift from him to his grandfather.

"Grandpa, do you like this frog?" the child looked at the old man with a flattering look.

"Like. The old man opened his shriveled mouth.

"Shall I give you this frog then?" the child began to toss around the house, turning out a bamboo basket, "shall you put it in here?" ”

The old man's dry eyes welled up with tears, and he opened his mouth and said, "Okay." My good grandchildren......"

The child put the frog away, hesitated, and said, "Grandpa, I want to live with you." ”

When the old man heard this, his face changed greatly, "No, no......"

"Why?" the child almost cried, he really didn't want to go back to that yard, where he felt like a dog. No, he's not even as good as a dog, a dog wags his tail and still gets food every day, and he, like garbage thrown into a corner, has long been forgotten.

"You can play here during the day, but," the old man looked at the sky, which was already getting darker, "and you must leave at night." ”

The child pouted, squatting on the ground and fiddling with the bamboo basket. He muttered, "I just don't want to go......"

"It's time for you to go. After a while, the old man staggered over, slowly bent down, and reached out to pull the child, "It's late, you should go back." ”

"If I don't go back, I won't go back. The boy burst into a thunderous cry, and he pushed the old man away, rushed out of the thatched hut, and ran wildly with his feet spread.

"This kid ......," the old man shook his head, looking in the direction where the kid had gone.

He was about to enter the house when he suddenly saw a large dark cloud swirling in the sky, which was pressing towards the ground at a speed visible to the naked eye, threatening to destroy everything.

The old man's dry eyes shone sharply, staring straight at the cloud. His eyes gradually changed, becoming large as those of a cow, each with countless black spots, like the compound eyes of a fly. What he saw in his eyes was different from what he had seen before. The image refracted in the eye was a large mass of mud-like objects in the clouds, twisting and swinging, wrapping towards the ground, looting everywhere they went. All objects touched by the dark clouds instantly turned into black ashes and collapsed into a ball.

"Not good!" exclaimed the old man.

The dark cloud was moving towards the child, and soon it was about to approach his body. And the child, who still didn't know it, was still kicking the ground with his feet, as if he was sulking at someone.