I carried my bag and walked towards the center of the city.

It was the middle of the afternoon, and the low buildings on both sides of the street had not yet been able to block the sun, and the sun was shining on me, and I felt a little hot.

At that time, the streets were far less prosperous than they are now, and there were not many shops on the streets that sold food.

But even if there were food stores like this, even if there were places selling food everywhere like now, what was the use to me at that time? I was penniless.

I walked aimlessly, looking around, sometimes for long periods of time watching the ground beneath my feet, hoping to pick up a little, even a dime. But Heaven did not give me a gift, and I found one end of the street from the other, not to mention a dime, not even a penny.

Later I stopped in front of a food store.

I was hooked on the food in the cupboard. Fruit candy, sesame sugar...... The sweet scent made my mouth water.

Hungry stomachs.

I remember the cabinet was so high that I had to stand on tiptoe to see the food inside. The color of the food is really cute.

The waitress came over to ask, and I was so embarrassed that my face turned red all of a sudden, and when she understood that I didn't have any money to buy it, her attitude immediately changed, and she reprimanded me and told me to leave. I reluctantly left the food store and continued to stroll.

One thing I want to tell my brother is that I make a mark on the side of the road every time I walk. Why do you say? I'm afraid of getting lost. If I get lost, I won't be able to return to the passage, and my father will die in a hurry. Where else is he looking for me?

Later, when I went to junior high school, I studied Tao Yuanming's "The Story of the Peach Blossom Spring", which said that "when you go out, you get the boat, and you will help you to the road, and you will be everywhere", and I am also everywhere.

Qijiatun County may be my paradise.

After walking some distance, I saw a bun shop in a small alley.

In fact, it can't be said to be a shop, it's just that the bun seller brought a few stools to place the steamer.

There was a small door about ten meters into the alley, and the green bricks by the small door were blackened by smoke, and the buns were brought out from there. Maybe that's where it's called.

I couldn't walk anymore, and I kept standing there in a daze, watching some customers buy the white steamed buns, and I kept swallowing my saliva.

The one who sells steamed buns is a very beautiful aunt.

When there were no customers at the bun shop, I plucked up the courage to step forward.

"Auntie......" I cried timidly, unable to tell how flustered I was.

"Do you want to buy buns? I see you've been standing for a long time. "Auntie's voice is very soft, about forty years old, with a ponytail.

"I, I'm ......" I blushed with shame.

"Didn't bring any money?"

"I haven't eaten for a day and night, and I want to ......"

"That's not going to work, go back and ask your mom or dad to give you money." Auntie is decisive.

"My dad couldn't find anything to do, I ...... Can you ask my aunt to give me a bun, and when my dad earns money, I'll pay you. I will definitely give. I said these words with tears in my eyes.

"I'm sorry, but I'm a small business." The aunt was busy arranging the gauze that was padded under the steamer.

"I'm really hungry. Otherwise, shall I help my aunt? I can do a lot of things. "I almost burst into tears.

Auntie shook her head, "We don't need help, besides, what can you do at such a young age?" ”

"I can. I can do the dishes, I can sweep the floor, I can do a lot of other things. ”

"But I don't need help with any of these things." Auntie has run out of patience.

When I heard this, I almost burst into tears.

Maybe I was too hungry, maybe the smell of the buns was too attractive, and a thought flashed through my mind at that moment. As soon as that idea flashed into my mind, I immediately carried it out.

When I saw what my aunt was moving back, I quickly lifted her steamer, grabbed a steamed bun and ran. I munched on the steamed buns as I ran. I knew someone was going to chase me, I knew what it would be like to be overtaken, but I was so hungry that I didn't care.

I didn't expect to chase me was a little boy about the same age as my brother, his speed was so fast, I didn't feel like I had run far, and he caught up with me before I swallowed the second bite of steamed buns.

He grabbed my cloth bag from behind, perhaps because his strength was too strong, and before I could struggle, the strap of the cloth bag was broken. The books in the cloth bag fell out of the bag. I was stunned for a moment, and then I burst into tears.

"You accompany my schoolbag, you accompany my schoolbag!" I cried and said as I chewed the minced steamed bun in my stomach.

"I ......," the little boy's face flushed. It was a dramatic change that he hadn't expected.

"You compensate me, you compensate me, woo woo woo." I simply sat on the ground and cried, but the steamed bun in my hand was still tightly grasped.

"I, I didn't know it was going to happen, I really didn't mean to."

"This is the only souvenir my mother left me, but you broke it, you pay, you pay!" I wasn't playing any tricks, I was really sad.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? "The aunt caught up.

"Mom, I accidentally tore her cloth bag. She said it was the only souvenir her mom left her. ”

"Is your mother dead, little girl?"

"Woo woo, my mother gave birth to my little brother and died, and she only left me this one thing, woo woo woo." I cried and nodded.

"Aren't you from Qijiatun?"

"I'm not, I'm here with my dad for my life." I wiped tears from my face with the back of my hand.

"Running for your life?" Auntie was surprised.

"My village was flooded because of the construction of a reservoir."

"Ah, why is it so pathetic? Come on, come on, Auntie help you up. That steamed bun aunt gave it to you to eat. "Auntie stretched out her hands to help me.

"But my cloth bag ......" I got up from the ground, "my cloth bag ......"

As soon as I thought of the cloth bag, I cried again.

"Mother," the little boy shook her mother's arm, "this little sister is so pitiful, shall we take her back and sew her cloth bag well?" ”

"Okay, Zhezhe thinks so, will my mother still not agree?" Auntie said.

The aunt's soft and gentle tone to her son sounded particularly pleasant. I think it's the most beautiful sound in the world.

I immediately remembered my mother.

My aunt turned to me and said, "Little girl, will you come back to my house with me?" I sew your bag with a needle and thread. ”

"But, I took your steamed buns." I held up the steamed bun in my hand.

"It's okay, mom said it, the steamed buns will be given to you to eat." The little boy said.

"Thank you, thank you so much, Auntie." I immediately bowed to my aunt. I feel that this is the only way to express my gratitude. It can't help it.

"You have to thank my son."

"Thank you, thank you." I said to the little boy.

"Then you have to call me brother." The little boy's face was no longer red, and he smiled at me.

"I don't!" I suddenly became excited.

"Why?" The little boy was surprised.

"I just can't call you brother."

"I'm older than you, so of course you have to call me brother." The little boy was a little aggrieved.

"Then I don't have to make up my bag. When my dad earns the money, I'll send it over. ”

"What's wrong?" Auntie was puzzled, "Zhezhe didn't say anything wrong." ”

"I just don't call him brother."

"It's okay, it's okay, you can call him Zhezhe. Tell Auntie, what's your name? ”

"My name is Qiqi, Hao Junqi."

The little boy looked at me as if he wanted me to call him brother.

There's no way I could call him brother. Because my brother has only one, and that is you.

I ended up following them to their home. Not the room with the door blackened. It was the small house they rented to steam steamed buns. Their home was in that alley, and it was about 50 meters away. It is a bungalow with blue bricks and black tiles. A building is being built next to the bungalow, and the first floor of the building has already been built.

"This is my family's newly built house." The little boy took the initiative to say to me.

"Is your family so rich?" I looked up at the little boy.

"Silly boy, what is this called rich?" Auntie spoke.

The little boy winked at me.

"You have such a beautiful house, and you still have to make a house, isn't this called rich?"

"Is this bungalow pretty?" Auntie asked.

I nodded.

"And what kind of house do you live in?" The little boy asked.

"My family lives in a thatched house."

"Thatched house? Can a thatched house be inhabited? The little boy looked at me suspiciously.

"Yes," I said unconvinced, "I grew up in a thatched house." ”

"Kiki is really amazing." Auntie said.

My aunt came into the house to mend my school bag. Out of curiosity, I went to the little boy's new house at the instigation of him.

There was a man in the house picking bricks. He lifted the bricks upstairs, but I could see that he had a great difficulty, for his feet seemed to be inconvenient, and he limped when he walked. The man turned out to be the little boy's father.

"Your dad is working so hard." I say.

"Yes, I said I'll pick it, but my father doesn't agree, and my mother is reluctant to let me pick bricks. Mom asked Dad to ask someone to choose, but he was reluctant to spend money. As a result, only he picked it himself. ”

"Well, I have a solution to your problem." I thought of my dad who couldn't find anything to do. This is a great opportunity.

"How?" The little boy looked at me in surprise.

"Let my dad pick bricks for you, and you don't need a penny."

"Don't get paid, really?" The boy's eyes widened. I noticed that the little boy had big eyes.

"Just keep us fed. We don't want anything. "I'm a father's advocate on my own. I'm sure my father would say the same thing.

"Really? That's great. I'll just talk to my mom. ”

"Why don't you tell your dad?"

"Gotta talk to my mom first. I'm afraid my dad won't even be able to give up a meal. ”

Auntie has already sewed my cloth school bag. She doesn't seem to sew with needle and thread like my mother, she sews very small threads and uses very fine threads.

Later I learned that it was sewn with a sewing machine.

The little boy told his mother what I thought, and the aunt hesitated for a moment, but at the boy's urging, she immediately agreed. This is something I didn't expect.

I never thought that my rash action would solve a major problem for me and my father, and as a result, we settled down in Qijiatun County.