J City is a small city at the bottom of the poorest of the three eastern provinces in northern China, and it is not ranked in H Province.

Chengbei District, one of the poorest areas in J City, has extremely cold winters.

It's a paradise for the poor, scavengers, beggars, drunks, hooligans, fugitives abound, but every year the heavy snow freezes countless homeless people to death.

"Stop!"

A group of people chased a thin figure running down a gloomy alley, and the sky was covered with goose feathers.

A little boy was holding two dry and hard steamed buns that had just been turned out of the garbage heap in his arms, trying to shake off the pursuers behind him.

The same shabby clothes from the garbage heap could barely cover his thin body, his face under the hood was yellow and thin, and his long-term malnutrition made him leak out of his sleeves, and his hands holding steamed buns were as thin as chicken feet.

There is no need to ask who his parents are, this kind of orphan freezes to death many times every year in the north of the city, where there are many people.

People here can sell everything in order to survive, women can even receive one or more men for a steamed bun, and then they don't know whose wild seed they are pregnant, and if they are lucky, they can live through the hard days of pregnancy for ten months, give birth to a child, and those who are unlucky will die directly in the process.

Of course, most of the ones born are also thrown away, and young mothers who don't even know whose parents are who don't have the ability to raise another child, and how can people who can't even feed themselves have milk.

The little boy was such an unlucky guy, but he was lucky enough to be picked up by an old scavenger, so he survived.

When the old man saw him, the little one didn't cry when he was frozen, and there was a piece of paper with his name written in the basket.

The old man picked up garbage and dragged him until he was four years old, when he was beaten to death by a group of drunks because of a wine bottle.

The little boy didn't even know the name of the old man, and he didn't have the money to bury him, so he just left him there and started his life alone.

It is impossible for a four-year-old child to drag the body of an adult, even if he is an old man. And the corpse of the dead old man may be able to keep more desperate people alive, which is not a big deal in a place like the north of the city.

Stumbling, the little boy lived like this for several years, and he didn't know if he was seven, eight, or nine, and the little boy didn't care.

Turning his head through the dim street lamp, he glanced at the chasing soldiers behind him who were not far away from him, and the little boy's face also showed a trace of anxiety. His hands and feet, which had not been protected for a long time, were leaking outside his clothes, and he was already covered with frostbite, and the ice and snow under his feet also made his feet intuitive, but just like that, he didn't dare to stop.

Who can guarantee that the few people behind him will only beat him, but will not kill him, or eat him! You must know that a small child can be a great meal in front of a fire in winter.

Just like the old man who scavenged back then, the little boy thought silently: three days later, when he went back to the place where the old man died, there were only some traces of burning, and some dirty blood and bones, and he still didn't know if it was an old man scavenging.

Listening to the footsteps and scolding that were getting closer and closer behind him, the little boy became more and more anxious, gritted his teeth, and began to nibble on the frozen steamed buns in his hand while running, the steamed buns that had been dried a long time ago could not have a good taste, and there was even garbage that I didn't know what it was sticking to it, and the smell was not good, but the little boy didn't dare not eat it, he wanted to live.

Choked by the wind and frozen steamed buns and coughed, the little boy didn't dare to stop the movements in his hands, and covered his mouth with his hands to prevent the broken steamed buns in his mouth from squirting out.

But in the end, he didn't escape, the little boy was chased by three men, pressed to the ground and beat him hard, and snatched the remaining half of the steamed bun, yes, after a while, he gnawed off half of the steamed bun.

The little boy was lucky, the three men didn't seem to have the idea of eating people, they just snatched the steamed buns and left, and it seemed that they were fighting because of the uneven distribution of the spoils, but these were not his responsibility.

The sharp pain from all over his body made him unconscious, and in his last consciousness, he took out a small piece of undiscovered steamed buns from his arms, and wanted to put them in his mouth, but he was also snatched away by the wild dogs wandering in the shadows.

I really want to live, although I don't know why。。。。。。

When he opened his eyes with difficulty, the little boy was greeted by a chubby figure sitting by the campfire with his back to him.

He groaned, as if sensing that he was awake, and the chubby figure turned around, a little fat man who looked a little older than himself, a round face that should not exist in such a poor place as the north of the city, and a pair of eyes with only one slit left were extremely eye-catching.

Chengbei District can also raise such a person, the little boy secretly thought, although he is dressed the same as the people at the bottom of Chengbei District.

"Come, take a bite." The little fat man handed over a piece of roasted dry steamed buns, although they were still picked up from the garbage heap, but the roasted ones were still much better than the original, and there were more calories.

The little boy finished eating the steamed bun in three or two, looking at the little fat man and not knowing what to say, no one in the north of the city would say thank you to strangers, and the person who could say thank you would have died a long time ago.

But the little fat man didn't seem to care, waved his hand, and said very angrily: "Seeing each other is fate, since I saved you, it is also fate, you can mix with me in the future, how about it?" ”

The little boy nodded so detrimentally, and he didn't know why he agreed.

Since then, the little fat man has led the little boy around every day, grabbing food from the living and wild dogs, although he was always dragged down and beaten by the little boy, but the little fat man never seemed to be annoyed, just smiled at him, and the two of them just sat together to recover from their injuries.

After being beaten again, the little fat man still protected him under him, and only after the man was far away did he let him out. The little boy finally asked the question in his heart: "Why are you so good to me?" ”

The little fat man squinted his eyes like that, and said in an old-fashioned manner: "I don't know, maybe it's fate, I see you pleasing to the eye." ”

The two who have been running together for more than three months opened their hearts for the first time and exchanged names: the little fat man is called Wang Laohu, he is called Dahu, the little boy is called Xu Lang, Wang Laohu said that he is called Little Wolf, Big Tiger, Little Wolf, and his name matches.

Xu Lang did not refuse.

That's it, Big Tiger, the little wolf slowly mixed up in the Chengbei District, and by the time the two of them were adults, the two had already made some famous names in the Chengbei District, and a group of little brothers were pulled up behind them.

After a few more years, the power of the two grew stronger and stronger, and they gradually gained a foothold in the northern part of the city, and Dahu also reached the age of thirty and was no longer young.

I don't know when, the people around me began to call the big tiger a tiger, and the little wolf an old wolf, not many people even know their destiny, only know that there is a pair of brothers in the north of the city, called tiger, old wolf.