Northwest, the city of exile.

At night, the city is brightly lit and noisy.

This noise has nothing to do with the atmosphere of the New Year.

No one celebrates New Year's Day in the City of Exile.

The more lively the festival, the more chaotic the city of exile.

Because there are more people who come out to hang out, and when there are more people, there will be more conflicts.

People here will fight if they don't agree with each other.

If you don't hear that someone is dead one day, that's not normal.

In a dark and dilapidated alleyway, in a half-collapsed earthen house, there was a faint sound.

There was no light in the house, so I couldn't see what was going on inside, but occasionally people passing by the door of the house heard the sound inside and knew what the people were doing inside.

After a while, a man in the house came out scolding, tidying up his clothes as he walked, "A body of bones, really hands." It's only worth the price of two steamed buns! ”

When he turned around, the man's gaze swept over another dark room, and jealousy flashed in his eyes, and he spat on the ground fiercely and walked away.

"Bring the steamed buns." In the dark room, a woman's hoarse voice came out, "Hurry up!" Do you want to disobey me? ”

On the opposite side of the broken house, a thin and thin figure staggered out, holding two steamed buns that had become cold and hard in his hands, and walked numbly towards the next room.

The room of the black hole is like the mouth of a monster, ready to devour people. Through the dim moonlight that came in through the window, I could vaguely see a person sitting on the innermost wooden bed, the body was also thin and thin, and the eyes that shimmered in the dim light made people's hearts beat at a glance.

The whole room was filled with an unpleasant stench, and the staggering woman seemed to be unable to smell it, dragging her dilapidated body and moving her steps stiffly and indifferently.

"Hurry up! Are you trying to starve me? I'm telling you, if you dare to do anything, I'll make your life worse than death! When the woman approached, the person on the bed snatched the steamed bun in her hand, gobbled it up, and desperately stuffed it into her mouth.

Even if the steamed bun is cold and hard, or even faintly has a rancid taste, it is delicious for hungry people.

"Why is it half missing? Do you dare to steal?! The steamed bun was too hard and dry, and he choked his throat when he ate it fast, and Shanlai raised his face and glared at the maid in front of him.

Half of the face was exposed to the dim moonlight, covered with abscesses, ugly and hideous.

"The slave was hungry and ate half of it." The maid replied.

Syllable.

The slap fell on her face, the expected pain, the smell of blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth, and the maid lowered her head and did not say a word.

As long as you don't speak, the scolding will soon be over.

"Eat it, eat it, you can't starve to death." Shanlai laughed, and the laughter was sharp and strange, which made the hearts of those who listened to it hairy.

A year of torture can crush anyone's arrogance and make people unrecognizable.

The two people in the room, whether they were good or maids, had changed.

An ugliness that seems to have stripped off the shell of hypocrisy and completely revealed its true face.

One has been smoothed out, and the last bit of kindness in his heart has been rubbed away.

In the corner, a pair of eyes quietly watched the scene in front of them, like a lifeless puppet, so quiet as if it didn't exist.

"Come here." The woman on the bed suddenly looked over and said coldly.

With a slight noise, the person who was cowering in the corner got up and walked unsteadily to the bed, a small lump, a child.

Extremely small and extremely thin.

Because he was too thin, his almost skinny face, his empty eyes looked so big that he was seeping.

Wrapped in a jacket that I didn't know where to pick up, it grew to the calves, and underneath, there were bare feet.

"Want to eat?" Spread out the palm of your hand, and in the palm of your hand, you can eat a small piece of steamed bread, half a bite of adults.

The baby's eyes fell on the woman's palm, and she slowly stretched out her thin and dirty hand.

Shanlai's palm flipped over, and the steamed bun fell to the ground.

The baby's reaction was a little slow, and after half a beat, she squatted down, picked up the steamed bun and stuffed it into her mouth.

Cold and hard steamed buns, put in your mouth like biting stones. Even if it is only a little bit, the little baby will have to bite for a long time before it can be bitten.

"Gross!" The baby choked, but did not spit out the food in her mouth.

His eyes were rounded, his little face turned purple, and his half-open mouth couldn't breathe.

The two adults didn't move, and looked at them coldly.

It's like watching an interesting play.

It wasn't until the end that the little baby began to roll her eyes, and Shanlai patted the little baby on the back hard to look at his anger.

"Useless little brute. Get him out of here! ”

The maid bent over and took the little baby's hand, and dragged the little baby who was still panting out of the room.

When she returned to the dilapidated house opposite, the maid shook her hand and threw the little baby almost flying, hitting the earthen wall hard.

There was not much movement, and even if the person on the other side heard it, he wouldn't say anything.

The maid looked at the little baby coldly, and it took a long time to slow down, and then slowly got up and stood up straight.

Don't cry, don't make trouble, don't beg for mercy.

There was nothing in those empty eyes, as if they understood everything, and as if they didn't understand anything.

The maid walked over, took the tattered clothes next to her, rolled them in her hand, and hit the baby in the face.

In this way, there will be no sound, and the people in the opposite room will not be noisy.

The two-year-old baby couldn't withstand the strength of adults at all, and was beaten to the ground again and again, and got up again and again to stand back in place.

Let the woman beat and pinch, drag and pull, and even lift him up and throw him to the ground, he still got up again and again.

It's just that the movements are getting harder and the reactions are getting slower.

In the end, the maid was tired, Mu Ran sat on the ground, staring at the little baby who was always standing in front of her, tears rushed out of her eyes and slid down.

This is the little baby she once really felt sorry for, and she has been carrying it since she was born.

There were even times when she felt that she was more like a child's mother than a saint.

She's just a maid, she didn't do anything wrong, and she didn't hurt anyone, why did she end up like this?

If there was no little baby in front of her, would she not have been with the saint, would she not have fallen into such a field today?

Sell yourself just to exchange for two steamed buns.

It's not your own stomach that's full.

"Why do you ...... Don't die? Why not die? She wept and murmured.

The little baby's oversized eyes looked back at her quietly, and after a long time, the dark and thin little hand slowly lifted up, touched the woman's face, gently, clumsily, wiped away her tears.

The maid was stunned and trembled.

The last one took the little baby into his arms and whimpered patheticly.

Even crying, she didn't dare to cry out loud.

She hates it!

"Little slut, this New Year's Day, it's time to go out for the New Year!"

"Firecrackers are set off outside during the New Year's Festival, and the master has also prepared some of this thing, so you can taste it later!"

"Hahaha! Quick, drag people out! ”

Outside the broken house, the footsteps accompanied by unbridled laughter are getting closer and closer.

The maid's face turned pale in an instant.