In a remote small town in Huaxia, at this time, the smoke of cooking is everywhere, the town residents have started a new day of business one after another, the hawkers along the street have set up a good position early, set up stalls, fresh vegetables and fruits, and are still stained with the morning dew, steamed bun shops, meat stalls, fish stalls, vegetable markets, tea houses, shouting, noisy, and selling voices come and go, and the ground is stained with rusty blue bricks and stones, and the old buildings on both sides form a sharp contrast, breaking the original quiet pattern of the small town.

At this time, in a mountain temple in the west of the city, in a damp and dark corner, an unkempt little boy was curled up with a thin body, the corners of his mouth were raised, and he kept screaming,

"Well, delicious, delicious, so delicious, this is a chicken leg, this is a roast duck ......", he bit his left hand, then his right hand, his hands were bitten all over his teeth and saliva, apparently he was having a sweet and warm food dream.

This little boy, named Lu Xiaodong, is just seven years old this year. Lu Xiaodong was born only a month ago, and was abandoned by his parents next to a pile of garbage, maybe his parents thought Lu Xiaodong was a piece of garbage and threw it away if they wanted.

Fortunately, an old beggar passed by that day, and when he saw Lu Xiaodong crying loudly, he was moved by compassion and picked up Lu Xiaodong, who was waiting to be fed.

This old beggar's name is Lu Da, and he has been begging in the small town for more than 30 years, in fact, he was in a dilemma at that time, he was a beggar who had no fixed place to live and lived by begging all day long, how could he feed a newborn baby?

He sighed,

"This parents are so cruel, so ruthless, such a small baby ......", it is strange to say, Lu Xiaodong, who was crying loudly, was held in Lu Da's arms, and he didn't cry anymore, with round eyes, he looked curiously at the old beggar in front of him, and in front of him in a trance this was his dearest and most beloved person.

When the old beggar picked up Lu Xiaodong, the sky was not completely bright, because it was early autumn, the weather was not cold, but a little fog, shrouding the sky over the small town, which seemed a little bleak.

The people in the small town were still asleep, and even the big wolf dog of Zhang Dadang's family, who was beating iron on the street, was silent at this time...... The old beggar Lu Da hugged the sleeping Lu Xiaodong and returned to the mountain temple in the west of the small town, the mountain temple was in disrepair, and there was no longer the scene of fireworks in the past, dilapidated and old, but most of the beggars in the small town lived here.

The old beggar has lived here all these years. At this time, Lu Xiaodong had just woken up from his sleep, and he was looking at the old beggar pitifully, obviously hungry.

Lu Xiaodong is still breastfeeding, but at this juncture,

"Where can I find milk to feed this child?

The old beggar was so anxious that his stomach was rumbling, and he remembered that he hadn't eaten for a day. In desperation, I had to go out to forage for food again with the hungry little Dongdong to see if there was a kind aunt who could give some gruel. After tossing and turning for a few hours, the old beggar finally asked for some gruel at a kind peasant house on the outskirts of the city, and fed some porridge water to Xiao Dongdong. Probably hungry, Xiao Dongdong was not picky, and drank in large gulps. Because Xiao Dongdong was still a baby and had no teeth, he couldn't eat the rice porridge, so he only drank some porridge water, and the rest of the rice porridge was eaten by the old beggar. The two of them, an old man and a young man, finally filled their stomachs and temporarily solved their urgent needs. But the days to come are still long,

"Alas......", looking at the little guy in his arms who was sleeping again because he was full,

"What about the next meal?" thought the old beggar with a frown. Because Lu Xiaodong's parents wanted to abandon him at that time, they hurriedly put him next to a pile of garbage, and there was nothing on his body except a thin cloth wrapped around Xiao Dongdong, and the old beggar could only name the baby in his hand Xiaodong and follow his surname.

From then on, every morning, the old beggar would go to the street to beg with Xiao Dongdong, sometimes the old beggar could not get something, and when the two of them were about to starve, the old beggar often ran up the mountain, dug some wild cassava and came back to eat, but it could also endure for a few days.

In a blink of an eye, seven years have passed, and Xiao Dongdong is also seven years old, but he is thinner and darker than the children of the same year, but fortunately, he has not had a serious illness, and his body is still healthy and tough.

"Xiaodong, Xiaodong, get up, the sun is drying your buttocks, alas, why is this child still sleeping......" The old beggar shook his head with a wry smile and walked out.