When Li Chuanning met Yang Haoyu, he was less than ten years old.

At that time, he only had his father, who drank all day and drunk himself like mud.

He was hungry and asked his father for money, and his father kicked him, drunk and hazy: "I know that I want money, money, money!" Everything costs money, no! ”

He was afraid of his dad, so he sneaked out.

The shops on the street have steamed buns, which are very fragrant and fragrant.

He stood in the corner, not daring to go over, his stomach grumbling with hunger.

Then he saw Yang Haoyu.

At that time, Yang Haoyu was smaller than him, and his figure was also very thin, and he saw Yang Haoyu taking a small bun and going to the alley.

And he followed.

He thought, he'll grab a bun and return it later.

But when I followed in, I saw Yang Haoyu being pressed to the ground and beaten, it was two little fat duns, robbing him of food.

Li Chuanning ran up directly and scuffled with the two little fat duns.

At a young age, fighting depends on strength.

He didn't have enough to eat, he was so hungry that his hands and feet were weak, and he was a pair of twos, and he was soon sat on the ground by one of the little fat duns.

Yang Haoyu was so frightened that he cried.

The young Li Chuanning watched the bun in his hand fall to the ground.

His eyes were red and he bit someone else's ass directly.

The little chubby dun cried in pain.

He immediately got up, grabbed the stick on the side, and looked vicious: "Come on! Fight, right? ”

The little chubby dun may have been afraid of his stick and finally ran away crying.

Li Chuanning was in pain, but he pretended to be fine, picked up the bun on the ground and wiped it, and when he was about to bite it, a timid voice came from the side.

"Brother...... That one is dirty, you, you eat this ......"

Yang Haoyu handed him another hot bun in his hand, his eyes were still red.

He stared at others, and at that time, he was thinking, this little radish head is quite sensible.

It's just crying and chirping, some like girls.

"Thank you." Li Chuanning took the bun from him, and the other bun was not lost, but was stuffed into his pocket, and he put it away, and he would eat it later.

"Brother......" Yang Haoyu looked at him with blank eyes, holding the corner of his clothes, "I'm afraid of ......"

Li Chuanning felt that the buns were not very fragrant, he finished eating two or three bites, learned the comforting appearance in the TV series, hugged the milky white child into his dirty arms, and patted him on the back.

"Don't cry, follow me in the future, I will protect you."

Xiao Yang Haoyu was photographed coughing non-stop, with the special milk smell of children on his body, and the whole person was clean and beautiful.

Li Chuanning hurriedly coaxed people.

He was relieved that he had finally coaxed it.

"Brother, let's go home and get it, it hurts." Xiao Yang Haoyu stretched out his hand and gently poked his somewhat broken face, and Li Chuanning grinned hoarsely in pain.

"Can you light it up?" He glared.

"I'm sorry......" the child was aggrieved.

In the end, I went.

Yang Haoyu's mother is a very ordinary middle-aged woman, with light in her eyes, gentle and kind.

She treated Li Chuanning's wounds and let him stay at home.

Li Chuanning was a little afraid.

"It's okay, I'll go talk to your father, you can sleep here with my family Haoyu." Yang's mother touched his head, cleaned up, and went out.

Yang Haoyu stared at him like a little heel.