A night of thunderstorms.

A small village with just over a dozen households.

In the village's only pigsty, a man with a broken arm holds his sleeping child in his arms with one hand.

The man did not dare to come out, and every time he saw a black shadow flashing outside the pigsty, he couldn't help but shrink into the corner, and at the same time he would gently cover the mouth and nose of the sleeping child.

It seems that he is afraid of something.

Every time he moved, he would inadvertently bump into the big black pig next to him, which was also lazy and sleeping, and the black pig would let out a dissatisfied sneeze.

After many times, the big fat pig seemed to be enraged, and he stood up very spiritually and arched the man out of the only small shed in the pigsty where he could shelter from the rain.

The man kept pleading with the black pig who couldn't understand human speech, but he couldn't win the black pig's sympathy.

The clothes, which were originally quite dry, were already soaked at this time, and the hat covering the child could not cover the pouring rain.

The heavy rain hit the child's face and woke the sleeping child.

The cry of wow was drowned out by the sound of a thunderstorm, and no one could hear it, except for the big black pig in front of him.

In the end, the man couldn't, so he had to send the child into the shed to test the black pig's reaction.

Seeing that the black pig did not drive away again, the man breathed a sigh of relief.

A rare smile appeared on his tired cheek, and then he kissed the child lightly on the forehead.

Then he put the child into the shed, and he withdrew himself and bowed deeply to the big black pig.

Ignoring him, the black pig went back into the shed and arched the child into the corner, then used his fat body to block her inside.

The child's cry grew louder and louder, stretching out his little hand and waving it in the air, shouting incessantly, "Daddy, Daddy!"

However, the man walked away ruthlessly and did not look back.

......

“......”

Jiang Renbao, who was standing next to the black pig, was extremely heavy when he saw this scene.

Immediately after, the scene in front of him took a sharp turn.

......

The sky was bright.

A little beggar with a foul smell and a cloak crouched in the corner.

She buried her head between her legs, her arms held high, and a broken bowl in her hand, which was empty.

All the people passing by pinched their noses and hid away.

The day is long, with sunrise and sunset.

The little beggar sat in the corner of the wall for a whole day, until night fell when a kind man put two copper coins in her broken bowl.

Two pennies.

Enough for the little beggar to buy a hot bun tomorrow.

The little beggar rarely raised his head, and finally a smile appeared on his worried cheeks, but this smile was full of tears.

She carefully put the broken bowl on the ground, and then wiped her hands on the already unclean clothes a few times, as if she was afraid that the two cents in the bowl would be dirty, and the owner of the steamed bun shop refused to accept it.

......

When Jiang Renbao saw this scene, his heart couldn't help but feel sour, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help but feel tears.

Although he was not so miserable in the past, it still made him feel sympathetic.

......

The little beggar collected the money, picked up the broken bowl, and prepared to look at another place tomorrow.

But a man suddenly ran out of the darkness and grabbed the little beggar by the collar, and then unceremoniously snatched the broken bowl from the little beggar's hand, and threw it to the ground, shattering it.

Then the black shadow, who was not very tall, put his hand into the little beggar's clothes without hesitation, and after a moment of fumbling took out a small purse full of patches.

The little beggar struggled to snatch the little purse back.

But how could her small body compete with a big child who was a head taller than her.

Syllable!

A crisp sound, extremely clear in the dark night.

The little beggar was slapped in the face, but instead of crying, she stared at the back of the departing figure with bright eyes.

Quietly.

After a long time.

The little beggar wiped his bloody nose with his sleeve, then crouched down and picked up a sharp piece of bowl from the ground.

......

Kang already seems to know what she wants to do.

At the moment when the little beggar was touched, at the moment when the purse was taken away, at the moment when he was slapped, he also had this thought.

......

The night is like water.

By the river, three teenage beggars salivate over a fragrant roast chicken.

The little beggar's body was much cleaner, and the bruises and scars on her body could be seen, and her body trembled terribly.

She snatched this chicken.

So she was beaten badly.

She stood obediently and motionless, not even glancing at the roast chicken.

With her hands behind her back, a sharpened bowl glistened in the moonlight.

The three seated beggars began to enjoy their meal.

They laughed without hesitation, and ate very heartily, but there was no little beggar standing beside them in their eyes.

Even a chicken head won't give her a bite.

But the little beggar didn't care.

After they had eaten and drunk enough, the three beggars got up and prepared to go back to their quarters.

The little beggar followed them silently, and when they were not looking, he put the sharp tile in his arms.

At this time, the little beggar was like a loyal retinue, and followed the three of them to a dilapidated house that had half collapsed.

Then she took the initiative to put a layer of straw on the three lying down, hoping that they would sleep more comfortably.

And she just slept on the cold ground.

She shivered on the ground from the cold of the autumn night, but her eyes looking at the crescent moon were unusually firm.

Three watches.

The snoring of the three of them rang out in the ruined house.

The little beggar, who had been lying on the ground for a long time, finally stood up.

Her hands and feet were stiff, so she didn't even have the strength to clench the sharp bowls.

So she put her hands under her armpits, hoping that the temperature would ease them.

One stick of incense, two sticks of incense......

After more than half an hour, she was finally able to hold the bowl tightly, even if it had cut her little hand.

Her figure was stretched long by the moonlight, like a ghost in the night.

Because all the straw on the ground had been covered by the quilt on the three of them, there was nothing left in front of her to make a sound.

She crept to the beggar at the very edge.

Cold eyes stared at the beggar's throat.

She saw that people were slashing their throats when they killed chickens, where blood was bled quickly and that they could no longer scream loudly.

So, the next moment.

Without hesitation, the tile in her hand plunged into the beggar's throat.

Burst!

Although the tile was sharp, it was not a sword after all, so it only went in with a sharp end, but her luck was good, and it happened to be inserted into the main artery.

The heart-wrenching sensation made the beggar wake up instantly.

He clutched his throat and screamed heartbreakingly, but the blood poured down and his face turned pale.

The two young beggars next to him were already frightened.

And the little beggar had fled without a trace.

Eventually, both young beggars ran away, leaving only the young beggar who died tragically under a bowl.

It's not that they don't want to take care of it, but they don't dare to manage it.

Because, in the eyes of the government, beggars are not considered people.

......

Jiang Renbao could only stand and watch here, and could not move a single inch.

He looked at the young man on the ground who was slowly dying with mixed feelings

, knowing that he is to blame.

He saw the purse with patches sewn and wanted to take it down and bring it to the little beggar.

It's a pity that he can't move, and he can't do anything.

This time the scene didn't disappear immediately, and Jiang Renbao guessed that something else should happen here.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for a sobbing sound to come from far and near.

It was the little beggar who had long since left.

I saw her return to the bloody dilapidated house and walk to the dead young beggar.

She picked up the purse, then took out all the copper coins in it, and finally took out two pennies and put them back into the purse, while she threw the other dozens of coins onto the young beggar.

"These two pennies are mine, so you have to give them back! You beat me, but I can't beat you, so I can only kill you! We are even! Every year in the future, if I can still think of you, I will burn paper money for you!"

The little beggar stood still and did not leave, she seemed to hesitate about something.

Finally, she circled around the dead beggar and finally found the sharp piece of the bowl that was hidden by straw.

The blood-stained bowl was in his hand, and he bowed to the corpse before turning away.

“......”

Jiang Renbao was puzzled, he had already killed him, why did he still act like this.

Is it necessary?