"Mom, grandma said that the eighteenth floor of hell is terrible," the child stared at his mother who was working with wide eyes, and said seriously. "Yes, the eighteenth layer of hell is a place where only people who have done wrong things will stay, there, there are many punishments, and they will never be able to be reborn" "Mom, grandpa said on his deathbed that we will become eighteen layers of hell here!" ”

10 years later.

This year's winter, still cold, the light rain is also dripping, it seems that there is no meaning to stop, the petals on the side of the road are also scattered by the rain, weakly scattered on the rough oil road, it seems that there is still unwillingness. In the distance, a thin figure loomed on the side of the street, struggling to push the cart selling food, and the pedestrians were still in a hurry, and no one seemed to notice him. He wore a shabby raincoat that was disproportionate to his figure, but it seemed to have no effect to keep out the rain, the thin clothes inside were already soaked, and the little brain was shrunk into the collar of the raincoat, and the rain ran down the hair stuck to his forehead, and flowed through the frozen red face; His feet had long since lost sensation, but he still pushed the cart step by step and walked forward......

Today's work is done, and the money earned should be enough for the family to eat these days! He thought. The rain was heavier, mixed with the biting wind, he quickened the pace of going home, that home, although the home was surrounded by walls, although it was tattered, but at least there was still family affection, there was still warmth.

"Ahem, cough" A weak cough broke his thoughts, and he turned his head with difficulty to see that it was an old man, he was leaning against the corner, the clothes on his body were very thick, but they didn't seem to have any effect on keeping warm, his lips were frozen purple, his eyes were half-open and half-closed, as if he was about to lose consciousness. He hesitated for a moment, as if considering whether he should help him, but realized that he was not very wealthy, so he hesitated.

Finally, he was ruthless, turned his head and walked to the small vendor on the street, bought a coat, bought a hot steamed bun, and gave it to the old man, who looked up at him, squeezed out a smile weakly, and nodded his head to express his gratitude.

He looked at how little income he had left in the past few days, shook his head with a wry smile, pushed the car again, and set out on the way home.

The "click" door opened

"Hu Yiqi, are you back? The family is about to be unable to open the pot, and I have earned a lot in the past few days! ”

"Hmm"