Barren mountains, wild forests, abandoned temples.

Woowoo......

The cold wind poured in from the hole in the wall, making the temple as cold as an ice cave.

The little beggar huddled in the corner shivered from the cold, even though he pulled a large pile of dead leaves at his body.

He had a yellow, thin face, and was stunted.

He was injured in his right leg and the wound was suppurating.

His lips were blue, but his face was tinged with a strange flush—a sign of worsening abscesses and a high fever.

Obviously, on his own, the little beggar will never survive this winter night.

But he was lucky.

Because someone will be with him soon.

With a creak, the tattered temple door was pushed open, and an unkempt man staggered in with his left arm.

It turned out to be an old beggar.

Hearing the movement, the little beggar turned his head with difficulty and glanced at the old beggar a few times.

The old beggar was also looking at the little beggar.

"What are you ......," the old beggar said, staring at the little beggar's right leg, "bitten by a dog?" ”

"You...... ...... you are," said the little beggar weakly, "bitten?" ”

The old beggar was slightly stunned and glanced at his injured left arm.

"Haha, that's right, I was bitten." The old beggar let out a self-deprecating laugh, "You kid, you really won't stop when you die." ”

"Stopped...... I can't live any longer. The little beggar said.

"Yes." The old beggar said with certainty.

"If I can't speak, I'd rather not live that long." The little beggar struggled to speak, his eyes seeming to regain a hint of light.

"Well said!" The old beggar slapped his thigh, "If you have a mouth, you can't speak, you can't make a sound, what's the difference between a person doing this and a bamboo pole?" ”

Having said that, the two men fell into a long silence for the next.

Finally......

"Boy, are you dead, say something." The old beggar said suddenly.

The little beggar opened his eyes, and there was starlight reflected in them.

"What should I say?" The little beggar said.

"Whatever you want." The old beggar said.

"Now...... Is it time to be a child? The little beggar asked.

"It's more than halfway through." The old beggar pinched his fingers.

"So......" the little beggar smiled slightly, "I wish you all a happy New Year." ”

In the sky, the sound of firecrackers was faintly heard......

Although a certain north has been prone to procrastination recently, at this critical moment, I still have to climb up and say: Every festival to gain three pounds, everyone is happy, hahaha.

(End of chapter)