The soul is mountainous, rainy in spring and autumn, and it is very wet and cold in the morning and evening.

In the evening, the rain that had been pouring all day gradually stopped, but the mist was still filled, and as far as the eye could see, the distant mountains seemed to lie between the clouds and mist, mysterious and magnificent.

A hill towering between the clouds and mist, quiet and quiet, but at the foot of the hill a small town is gradually lively, wet marble paved streets on both sides, all the merchants take advantage of the rain to open their doors, shouting for business, and soliciting customers.

In a long, narrow and dark alley beside the street, there was a small man, lying under the eaves, wearing a haphazard cloak made of grass, and he did not move for a long time.

After a while, the man under the hood carefully shrunk down, and then sat up slowly, presumably awakened by the shouting of the streets. I saw that this person was dressed in shabby clothes, his hair was a little unkempt, his complexion was slightly dark, and his cheeks were a little dirty, but his facial features were sharp and angular.

"Gurgling ......"

As soon as the boy sat up, there was a sound in his abdomen. He swallowed his saliva, opened his still hazy eyes, looked at the pedestrians walking and stopping outside the alley, took a deep breath, got up and walked out of the alley.

This young man ran away from home, and now, he has been away from home for more than ten days.

Ten days ago, he planned the route, took advantage of the rainy night, ran out of the house smoothly, and deliberately changed into shabby clothes in order not to let his father find him. However, it was inconvenient to travel on a rainy night, and after a few falls, the money bag was lost.

So much so, in the days when he was rushing, he was often in a state of hunger and cold. However, although he was young, he was very stubborn, even if his lips were purple from the cold, and his chest was pressed against his back from hunger, he didn't think about returning home halfway, but secretly thought about where to go in the future.

Out of the alley, the street was full of the aroma of fried and cooked food, and he felt even more hungry, so he had to hold his stomach with his right hand and drag his steps forward, hoping to get some food today.

Most of the food sellers on the street are small shops, a small shop for making food, and a few tables and chairs are set up in front of the door for diners to eat.

Although he had not eaten anything for two days, and the food on the street was very tempting to him, he did not want to bow his head and beg for food, but he looked up at the shop a few times as before, and if the shopkeeper looked back at him with kindness, he would approach the shopkeeper's door. With his outfit, most of those who can look at him with kindness will also give him some food.

But to-day, as yesterday, it was not good luck for him to pass by four or five shops in a row, and the shopkeeper or the man either ignored him or glanced at him angrily. Whenever this happens, he will always step forward immediately, without stopping.

After walking a few more feet, the solitary exhalation became more and more intermittent, and the body seemed to melt, and it was difficult to squeeze out the strength to support it, and even the right hand holding the stomach could barely be raised. I don't know if he walks a few more steps, and he will faint, and I don't know who will help him up in this cold, sunless street.

Just when he was about to give up and move on, and wanted to find a corner to sit quietly for a while, a sudden "zila" sound came out, which actually aroused some of the strength of the lonely for a while, making him quickly turn around, look at the scene in front of him, and couldn't help but purse his mouth.

A shop on the left side sells red beans and barley wrapped in rice cereal, stacked into a triangular shape, and placed on a fire rack to roast, and when grilled, oil stains drip onto the charcoal fire, making a 'zila' sound. When the skin of the horn is roasted to be burnt and yellow, and then sprinkled with the powder developed by Sichuan pepper, it is sweet and greasy in one bite, and it is wonderful.

Red bean barley and Sichuan pepper are both things that dispel dampness and drive away cold, so eating caroba also has the effect of removing dampness and cold in the body.

The chieftain who lives alone, eats horn rakes in spring and autumn, this kind of food is the most favorite of Alone, he never thought that in a place nearly 100 miles away from home, he would encounter a food shop that does horn rakes. He swallowed dryly, but slowly raised his head and looked at the man who was making horn cake with a look of antiquation.

The person who was making the horncake was a young girl, who also looked like she was in her teens, standing by the grill that did not match her height, and was busy with her head down. She didn't seem to be very skilled, and she was a little scrambled to flip the horn, but she looked very focused.

He couldn't take a step anymore, his eyes wandered between the girl and the hornie in her hand, but his body's instinct to cope with hunger made his eyes mainly focus on the hornbeam, and he didn't pay much attention to the girl's clothing for a while.

He only hoped that the girl would raise her head, see his presence, and then smile at him kindly, and then the day's torment and waiting might finally come to fruition.

However, as time passed, the damp air ate away at the strength that had been aroused before, and it seemed that it was about to be exhausted.

The girl who made the horn cake slowly straightened up, raised her hand to wipe the sweat stains on her forehead, exhaled a long breath, and a pair of eyes as clear as a stream happened to see the lonely standing in the middle of the street. The girl's fair cheeks, roasted by the fire like apples in the autumn sun, were stunned for a moment, and then the corners of her mouth rose slightly, and a pair of obvious dimples appeared on her cheeks.

Seeing the girl's kind smile, his lonely right hand slowly drooped, and at that moment, he almost cried.

"When the sun shines, I will forget the feeling of the cold weather eroding my skin, I will forget the hardships of hunger in my belly, but whether it is cold and warm or hungry, I will never forget the smile that girl had on me that day......

Sitting in the tortoiseshell, he sucked his nose and his voice became a little hoarse.

The Blood Jade Tiger Demon standing opposite from him grinned in surprise as he listened to the eloquent conversation in which his mood became more and more depressed, and secretly said in his heart, "I'll go, if you can make me laugh at this story?"

In the middle of the wet marble street, the pale cheeks of the lonely man gradually turned red, and it turned out that the beautiful things could really support people.

The girl wiped the sweat stains from her forehead again, turned her head to look into the shop behind her, and quickly waved her hand at the girl.

He stepped forward, raised his hand to take the horn cake handed by the girl, grinned a little unnaturally, then turned his head away, and couldn't wait to take a big bite.

"Whew, Whew~"

The freshly baked horn cake is crispy on the outside and glutinous on the inside, with enough heat, and he swallowed the soft glutinous mouth with a mouthful of it, and suddenly his stomach was hot, sweeping away most of his hunger.

"Where did the little beggar come from, and how dare he steal?"

As soon as he swallowed a mouthful, a sharp female voice came from the door of the restaurant. At this time, a woman in her twenties stood at the door of the shop, carrying a dustpan on which was freshly wrapped but not yet roasted.

The woman had been making horncakes in the restaurant, and as soon as she went out, she saw the horncakes in the girl's hand, and she reprimanded them loudly.

Attracted by the shouting, most of the pedestrians on the street stopped in an instant, and they all looked in the direction where they were standing, muttering quietly, looking like they were looking lively.

Standing stunned, he hurriedly lowered his hand holding the horn cake, and looked around, so that he was not ashamed.

"I, I'm not a beggar, I'm not stealing," after a pause, Xiao Lifang raised his head slightly and replied to the woman at the door of the shop.

"Look at you like this, it's not a beggar, you ate my family's horn cake, did you give money? If you don't give money, you steal!" The woman is in her twenties, with a melon seed face and willow eyebrows, but she has a bad temperament and her mouth is not very clean.

"Auntie, no, no, it wasn't stolen, it was my ...... for him" The girl's face suddenly turned pale, she rubbed her hands nervously, and whispered back.

"You little slut, sooner or later, my family will let you lose everything, and you have the same virtue as your dead mother!" the woman snorted coldly, and her words were unbearable.

And the crowd that came forward heard the woman's words and pointed at the middle of the field.

The girl who smiled with dimples did not dare to say anything more, but tried her best to keep her head down, not wanting everyone to see the wetness in her eyes.

Seeing that the girl who gave him the horn cake was scolded, he immediately took a step forward, glared at the woman, and shouted, "I have eaten your horn cake, and you are right, what are you scolding me for? What are you scolding her for?"