She never thought that someone would lend a helping hand to her at this time, probably because she was still a child and a little moved by compassion.

A little farther away, she washed her black hands by the stream, and carefully untied the handkerchief in her arms.

There were two white steamed buns inside, like a white fat man, it looked very cute, she reached out and pressed it, and a small black dot was left on the white skin.

She hurriedly put the handkerchief aside and washed the dirt on her hands again, carefully and carefully.

After cleaning for a long time, she nodded with satisfaction, and quickly shook her palm in the air, shaking off the water droplets on it.

This is the first pasta she has eaten in more than a month.

Although the skin has been a little hard, probably because of the re-steaming, the inside is fluffy and soft, and when you smell it deeply, you feel that the aroma is overflowing, which makes people salivate.

She was so hungry that she planned to eat only a quarter of a steamed bun, but when she came back to her senses, she seemed to have eaten half of it.

She knew the importance of this one-and-a-half-steamed bun, tied the veil again, drank some stream water with a huge leaf, and then got up and left, her steps were rarely cheerful.

A few days later, she passed by the middle-aged woman's house again, and she looked outside for a long time, but did not see a man, so she happily leaned on the fence and whispered, "Auntie, are you at home, Auntie?" ”

After calling for a long time and no one came out, she was a little disappointed, so she carried the bamboo basket and prepared to leave.

"You bastard, what are you doing lying on my doorstep? Are you worried about my family's things? The fat aunt rushed out with a broom and yelled at her with a face full of anger.

She hurriedly explained: "Auntie, you misunderstood, I have to help ...... that day."

"You little girl don't learn well, just learn some sneaky things, see that I don't kill you." The fat aunt picked up the broom and rushed over.

She felt that something was wrong, so she spread her feet and ran.

The fat aunt chased a few steps, then panted and stood in place with her waist in her breath, breathing loudly, and scolding in her mouth.

She ran a long way before she stopped.

Tears fell uncontrollably, she didn't understand what she had done wrong, was it wrong to want to repay a little bit of that aunt's kindness?

The fat aunt looked at the thin figure in the distance, let out a long sigh, and dragged the broom back.

There was a small bamboo basket beside the fence, in which many fruits and wild vegetables were placed, and she picked them up and hid them behind her and walked into the courtyard, the weight of which weighed heavily on her heart.

On the second day, she sat in the shade of a tree and picked up the last half of the steamed bun, dipped it in the water in the porcelain bowl, and then gnawed hard, like a small beast gnawing on a hard bone, and her face was full of satisfaction.

"Hey!" A little boy stood in front of her in a patched shirt.

She looked up.

The little boy handed her a steamed bun in his hand.

She looked at the little boy of her own age, his forehead was bruised, and his bare arms were covered with large and small scars.

"Who are you?" She didn't think that such a child was capable and willing to feed herself.

"My mother said, let me send this steamed bun to you!" He looked at the white steamed bun in her hand, and couldn't help swallowing his saliva, it was the last steamed bun in their family.

She thought for a while and asked, "Then your mother is the chubby aunt?" ”

She broke the steamed bun in half and gave half to the boy.

I learned from the boy that the fat aunt was his mother, and he also had a drunkard father, who was already living a poor life, but he went home twice in three days to ask for money to buy wine, and smashed the things at home if he didn't give money, and sold everything that could be sold.

On that day, his mother took advantage of the drunkard's father to go out to drink, steamed the only two bowls of white noodles into steamed buns, and hid them for emergencies.

His mother said to him earnestly: In life, who can still have no difficulties, and can help him.

Yes, just like himself, he had longed for someone to help them when their mother and son were beaten violently.

That day, his father went home and forced his mother to take out the jewelry and exchange it for wine money, but his aunt did not follow, and his father was about to have a seizure, when he heard someone outside the house calling his aunt.

The bracelet on his mother's wrist that had been worn for decades, the bracelet that she refused to hand over after being beaten countless times, was removed from those aunts, and was snatched away by the drunkard father and left from the backyard.

When his aunt returned to the house with the bamboo basket from outside, he finally understood why his aunt would drive her away so viciously.

Good people should be cared for and not hurt by others.

So when A-Niang handed him the only remaining steamed buns at home and asked him to send them, he agreed without hesitation.

She held the half steamed bun in her hand, and felt like a golden stone pressing on her young heart.

"What's your name?" She asked softly.

"Zhang Liang!" The boy took a big bite of the steamed bun and chewed it with relish.

"What about you, what's your name?" It was a long time before he remembered to ask her name.

She shook her head and said that she didn't have a name, and for as long as she can remember, her grandmother who took care of her has been screaming girly, and when she was older, she asked why she didn't have a name, and her grandmother said that the time had not come, and when the time came, she would know.

She didn't bother to ask anymore, anyway, it was difficult for her to find a friend of her age, and she didn't need to tell others her name.

Now, Grandma is gone, and I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to know my name anymore.

Zhang Liang devoured the half of the steamed bun in his hand, drank all the water in the bowl on the table, wiped his mouth and scratched his head a little embarrassedly and said, "This half of the steamed bun, can you not tell my mother?" ”

She nodded.

Zhang Liang got up and smiled at her cleanly, and then ran home quickly.

She knew that she couldn't add any more burden to others, so she bypassed the road in front of Zhang Liang's house every time, and occasionally quietly put a few of the picked fruits outside the fence of Zhang Liang's house.

Because the road in front of Zhang's house was the closest way for her to go up the mountain to pick wild fruits, and now she has to walk a lot farther than that day every time, and she is quite tired of walking like this.

Under the scorching sun, she was really tired, so she put the bamboo basket that was already a little broken on the edge of the stream, took off her shoes and socks, and when her feet were put into the cool stream, she felt that her whole body was suddenly much more comfortable.

Take out the last bit of hard steamed buns from your arms.。。

Suddenly she felt the sound of breathing behind her, and she tightened her handkerchief and turned her head to look.