"Selling buns! Soft and fragrant big buns, only two texts each! ”

"Selling buns! The latest pork and cabbage stuffed big buns! ”

"And big buns stuffed with eggs and leeks!"

"Two pennies a piece!"

The bustling bazaar, where all kinds of vendors shout and shout, attracts passers-by to stop and buy and sell their business.

Yechen was lying in a corner next to the steamed bun vendor, his clothes were ragged, his young immature face was beaten and his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and his legs were broken.

He gritted his teeth, his fingers clasped to the ground, trying to get up and change his posture to sit in a decent position, instead of lying on the side of the street like a dead dog.

More pitiful than a beggar.

Humble enough to be compared to a dog.

"Little brother, here are two pork and cabbage fillings, I'll take them home for my son to eat! Another white steamed bun! ”

"Good Lat! Wait, uncle! ”

The peddler who sold the steamed buns shouted, took the four copper plates from the uncle's hand, and unveiled the steaming steamer, and at that time, the tempting aroma of meat buns mixed with the heat drifted in the direction where Yechen was lying on his stomach.

He raised his eyes, smiled at the vendor, wrapped the bun, and handed it to the uncle, who was said to be going to buy it back for his son.

The uncle is quite old, looking at about forty or fifty, a coarse linen dress is a little dirty, and his face is also dark and swarthy, with mud marks, probably just returned from working on a wharf.

I saw the uncle take the bun and carefully put it into his arms.

On an October day, seeing that winter was coming, it rained last night.

It's still very cold.

The uncle carried the buns with his own body temperature, so that when he went home all the way, when he handed them to his son, the buns would still be hot and taste good.

Yechen thought, Fu lowered his head again and buried himself back in the ground.

It was as if he wanted to bury some of the desires in his heart at this time.

After many years, he was once praised as a hell Shura by the monks in the world, everyone heard about it, and fled when he saw it, killing all the monks in the world, and finally was forced into the demon path by everyone along with the upper realm, and since then he has been in the devil.

Slaughter all over the Six Realms and kill all people.

In the end, because the murder was too serious, he was hacked to death by the robbery and thunder, and died at the age of Chinese New Year's Eve.

This life is both short and sad.

However, the reason for this is that he is too talented and born too humble, which causes some people to be jealous and unwilling to be framed all the way......

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but want to laugh out loud.

The noisy bazaar, the various shouts of the vendors, the severe pain in the internal organs and the loss of both legs, and the old man who was anxious to buy two pork and cabbage stuffed meat buns and bring them to his son...... Everything that was familiar in front of him made Yechen have to understand the fact that he was reborn.

Reborn fifteen years ago.

He was just fifteen years old.

Because he was pushed out because he was grabbing land with other beggars, he bumped into a little boy, who was disgusted with the filth and filth on his body, and in a fit of rage, he asked the guards to beat him to the ground.

A pair of legs are also useless.

On this day, Yechen was lying in the corner next to the steamed bun stall in the market in severe pain, smelling the fragrant steamed buns, hungry in his stomach, watching the forty or fifty-year-old uncle buy steamed buns for his son, pay, the vendor opened the steamer, and the fragrance of meat buns slowly drifted into Yechen's nose along the wind.

He couldn't help but swallow.

For the first time in his life, he lay on the ground aggrieved and cried.

For the imminent death, he lived half of his life as not even a dog.

He's only fifteen, and he's still just a kid.

But he had nothing.

has no relatives, let alone a father who loves him, and will buy buns for him and carefully carry them into his arms.

He cried so sadly, regardless of the dignity of a man, but he had never had that thing in his life.

But then, he met the man who changed his life.

"Eat. Don't hold on. As his thoughts were floating, two fragrant buns were forced into his arms.