The girl in the photo was his only playmate when he was four to six years old. At that time, Banban didn't know why, and the friends around him suddenly moved him away, and even threw him with small stones.

Some uncles and aunts, when they saw him, their eyes were full of sympathy, and there was a trace of disgust on their faces. Pull your child to the sidewalk.

It was about a month or two before he learned that his father was in prison. Because his mother could not escape the criticism of the public, she ruthlessly left him behind and left the country.

He was suddenly orphaned, but Banban was still young, and he knew that there was no one to take care of him, and he knew nothing else.

Xixi, the child of a wealthy local family, and when she and her parents returned to their hometown to visit the elderly, they saw Banban huddled by the courtyard gate.

Banban was very thin at that time, his face was sallow, and his unkempt hair added a bit of sickly haggardness.

However, his immature hands are quite dexterous and clean, and there is no sludge between his fingers.

The emaciated Banban rested his head on the back of his immature hand and leaned his hand against the door. Occasionally, the cold wind blew, and his head shrank inward, like a newborn monkey, desperately in need of warmth and comfort.

While he was asleep, Cissy put his coat over Banban's body. A warm current enveloped him, and his glasses slowly opened, but the girl's figure was blurred from view.

Banban tugged at his clothes and looked up, poking forward, his brain catching nothing but blankness.

It didn't take long for the little girl in the pink winter dress to reappear in his sight. Unlike before, there were two more figures next to her.

The slender figure is Sissy's mother, and the sturdy figure is Sissy's father.

"Kid, it's a cold day, let's go to the house and sit down first." Looking at the pitiful appearance of this child, Sissy's mother probably understood something, and motherhood was also in the touch of pity.

Banban didn't say a word, only felt that Auntie's hand was very warm, and there seemed to be a force holding him tightly.

Following the patchwork of slate bricks, they stepped into the house.

It was warm in the house, and Sissy's grandmother brought out a pot of hot soup from the kitchen.

"Sissy, go and bring my brother a bowl of hot soup," her father patted her on the shoulder.

"Okay." Xixi's voice was very sweet, and she smiled at Banban, and went to get a bowl of soup.

The rickety pigtails lingered in the afterglow of Banban, but his heart was more curious and fearful. The head was slightly lowered, and a pair of small hands kept tinkering with the corners of the clothes.

He looked up slightly, and the people around him didn't seem to mean to hurt him, and his tense body relaxed slightly.

Xixi's mother hugged him to the table, "Children, don't be nervous, come over and drink hot soup first." ”

His butt had just stuck to the surface of the chair when a north wind poured into the room. Although it was very short, at that moment, Banban's body couldn't help but tremble.

"Sissy, who do you see coming?" Grandpa Sissy's voice rang out.

Banban glanced back, and suddenly hid under the table in a puff of smoke...