Introduction (1)

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Hong Kong, a bustling street, a dark and dirty corner with no corners. 00ksreshuge

"Kill him! Shoot him! ”

"Kill this monster!"

No one would have thought that such a vicious scolding would come from the mouths of a group of children, only to see that in a dark corner of the street, five richly dressed little boys were punching and kicking a ragged little boy huddled in the corner, and their mouths were not idle, one moment a little monster, another moment a poor monster scolding, and three girls in little princess clothes on the periphery from time to time picked up the pebbles on the ground and threw them at the poor little boy.

The poor little boy did not resist, but curled up tightly, a pair of small hands were tightly clasped together, his little face was smeared with black mud, his two small black and white eyes were filled with fear and grief, and a pair of little feet were also kicked several times by several little boys at this time, and they trembled in pain.

"Kill this monster and let him come out and harm people again!" A little boy with shiny hair shouted loudly, and then spat heavily at the little boy who was huddled in the corner, one of them initiated, and of course the other little boys immediately responded, and then with the sound of the baba, the poor little boy was covered with white saliva.

"Look, everyone, what's in this monster's hand?" It was still the rich boy with shiny hair who made such a curious sound, staring at the clenched hands of the little boy curled up in the corner with a pair of eyes tilted upward.

When the little boy who didn't plan to resist at all heard this, he immediately nervously held the things in his hands tightly to his chest, and his eyes showed a look of horror, for fear that the things in his hands would be taken away, and firmly protected the things in his hands.

"Hmph, this little monster won't let us see it, what do you say?" The little boy with his shiny hair asked the other boys.

"Isn't that easy! Wouldn't it be better for one of us to hold down his head, one to hold down his feet, and the other two to pry his hands open? A little boy with a bald head and blue checkered overalls rubbed his hands together and excitedly proposed his own solution, two chubby white hands pulling the two straps on his chest and banging.

As soon as the dirty little boy heard this, he immediately jumped up from the ground, and after knocking the bald little boy away, his body stumbled, and he fell to the ground, but he quickly got up and ran forward, and his hands never broke up in the whole process, still holding the thing tightly.

"Wow............" The bald little boy was knocked to the ground, and immediately cried out in pain, and kept patting the ground with both hands, "Brother, he pushed me!" ”

Seeing his younger brother being pushed to the ground, the little boy with shiny hair quickly helped his younger brother up, looked at the dirty little boy who fell all the way forward, and said fiercely: "Brother, don't cry, let's arrest him, after catching him, my brother will avenge you and hit his ass with a stone!" ”

Perhaps it was because of hunger, or maybe it was because of the pain of the kicking in his feet, and the dirty little boy fell to the ground again before he had run far, but his hands were still deadly separated, and his head was smashed on the ground, and there was a streak of blood on his forehead.

He was about to get up from the ground, but he noticed that his ankle was heavy, and then there was a pain in his heart, and he saw the little boy with shiny hair put his two feet on the little boy's ankles, and the contrast between the little black shiny leather shoes and the dirty feet was stark.

"Brother, if I step on him, he won't be able to escape, you go and take revenge." The shiny-haired boy clasped his hands to his chest and shouted at the bald boy.

For a while, the bald little boy who was still wiping his nose and crying was proud and excited at this time, only to see that he was also wearing a pair of shiny little brown leather shoes, and the little brown leather shoes kicked heavily on the dirty little boy's ass and back, and for a while, in addition to the white saliva, several dirty leather shoe prints were left on his back: "Trample on you little monster, tell you to hit me, trample you to death!" ”

"You guys come to help, don't let him run anymore!" The little boy with shiny hair commanded the other three boys, and the other three boys hurriedly ran over when they heard the sound, and at one moment eight small leather shoes kept falling on the dirty little boy's back, and one after another leather shoe prints were printed.

However, no matter how much his ankle hurt and how much his back hurt, the little boy never snorted in pain, but just held his hands tightly on his chest, protecting what he was holding.

The little boy with shiny hair really noticed that the dirty little boy's hands were clenching the protective things, and he waved to the three little boys next to him, who were also wearing small leather shoes, and said, "But the three of you pry his hands open, and see, what is in the hands of this little monster?" ”

As soon as the dirty little boy heard this, his body immediately turned and wanted to get up, but his feet were trampled on, and his back was also trampled, and he couldn't turn at all, and for a while, two lines of tears flowed out of the little boy's black and white little boy, and he begged for mercy to the three boys who came to take his things: "Please, don't rob my things, don't rob my things!" ”

But no matter how the dirty little boy cried and begged, the other little boys were still indifferent, one of the two little boys pulled an arm, and the other little boy pried his hand, and finally an extremely tragic cry of pain sounded, and the little boy who pried his hand sat down on the ground at once, covering his chubby white hand and crying: "This...... This monster bites me! I'm not doing it! Woo...... Woo...... Woo......"

When the other little boys who pulled his arms saw that the dirty little boy was still biting, the two of them were so frightened that they immediately jumped away, and the little boy with shiny hair shouted at the two of them: "What two cowards, you come and step on his feet, let me take them." The two little boys were a little frightened, but they walked over anyway, and one of them stepped on one foot and fixed the little boy to the ground.

The little boy with shiny hair crouched in front of the dirty little boy's face, tilting his head to catch what his hands were clenching, like a yellow paper bag.

Suddenly, the oily little boy punched the dirty little boy's nose, and in an instant, the dirty little boy instinctively let go of his hand and held his sore nose tightly, and almost instantly, he actually threw away the things in his hand, and hurriedly touched the ground, but found that the thing he was protecting fell into the hands of the oily little boy, only to see the oily little boy holding a brown rope on the paper bag in one hand, carrying the yellow paper bag, Holding his nose with one hand, he asked, "What is this?" It stinks! ”

"Give it back to me!" The dirty little boy cried out almost in a mad manner, his black and white eyes full of fear and pleading, and his hands clutched forward towards the yellow paper bag.

"I know what it is, it's called herbal medicine, it's for healing, I've seen it before, but it stinks." The little boy who had been bitten came over at this time, looked at it for a while, and then told him categorically what it was, and after saying that, his face was full of pride.

"Give it back to me!" The dirty little boy was still crying hysterically, "Please, give it back to me!" ”

"Hmph, who wants to give it back to you!" As he spoke, the little boy with shiny hair laughed and tore open the yellow paper bag with a snort.

With a bang, the herbs in the yellow paper bag fell everywhere, and the little boy next to him hurriedly stepped forward and stepped on the herbs with his feet, shouting angrily: "Tell you to bite me, tell you to bite me!" ”

"Don't!" Tears flowed from the dirty little boy's eyes again, and he pounced forward like a mad dog, pushing the little boy away with his feet, protecting the trampled medicines with his chest, and constantly picking up the herbs scattered outside into his arms with both hands, risking being trampled.

The other little boys rushed forward and scolded the little monster and kicked him a few times, and then he felt bored, and then one of them grabbed a handful of herbs on the ground and threw them into the air, and then scattered, ran forward and sang: "Little monster, crying nose, no one hurts, no one loves ......"

"Woo woo ......" The dirty little boy finally couldn't bear it anymore, and cried on the herbs that he had snatched back, but he didn't cry for long, he got up from the ground, tore off a corner of his already shabby clothes, and two dirty little hands with shoe prints picked up the trampled herbs and put them on it, and then ran towards the dark alley in front of him with both hands holding the corner of clothes.

"Grandma! Grandmother! I'm back from buying medicine! The excited voice of the little boy sounded in the dilapidated courtyard, and he stumbled towards the inner floor with the corner of his clothes.

But as soon as he ran into the back room, the corner of the clothes in his hand fell to the ground with a thud, and the herbs in it were splashed everywhere, and he stared blankly at the scene before him, tears running down his dark cheeks.

An old woman lay on the ground weakly, her dark blue burlap clothes covered with patches, her silver hair was now disheveled, and there was no trace of blood on her pale face.

"Grandma! Grandmother! The little boy crawled to his side, shaking his clothes and calling his name, but the old woman made no more sound, for she was no longer breathing, and her body was cold.

The little boy cried and lay on the old woman's body, crying very sadly, and the rotten clothes on his body also shook and turned because of his crying, and saw a corner of the shirt on his back being taken away, revealing a terrible pattern, and only to see a blood-red cross printed on his back, and a blood-colored skeleton at the top......

This book.

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