Yes, Xue Ziye is an outcast, no one knows how heartbreaking the little boy cried with the little wooden sword that afternoon, after his parents left mercilessly.

Xue Ziye didn't have this name at the time, in fact, he didn't remember what his name was, he only remembered that the little boy was constantly scanning the crowd around him with big black eyes, how much he hoped that those two figures could appear as soon as possible, and he didn't know that he was an outcast at that time.

It's just that there are more and more strange figures, and the little boy is getting more and more frightened, and for an hour, two hours, three hours, they haven't appeared yet.

couldn't hold on any longer, and a strong sense of fear came to his face, wrapping Xue Ziye deeply.

At that time, Xue Ziye could only cry as hard as he could, how much he hoped that his parents would hear his cry, run back immediately, pick himself up, and comfort softly: Don't cry, baby, Mom and Dad are back.

It is said that the cry of a child is the most sincere and touching, but in fact, in the bustling crowd that afternoon, it only touched a homeless old man.

The old man took Xue Ziye home, that is, the dilapidated house that was covered with wooden boards, and since then Xue Ziye has inexplicably had the word "grandfather" in his life.

The homeless old man was very good to Xue Ziye, and often gave Xue Ziye the only begging steamed bun to eat first, and the original wandering old man suddenly had an extra burden.

One day, the old man gritted his teeth and made a decision, and spent half a year begging to find a fortune teller to name Xue Ziye, but Xue Ziye still remembers that the old man was deceived by that person, because the fortune teller has never been able to say that he is an outcast.

I believe that the old man also knew that he had been deceived, but as soon as he heard the name Xue Ziye, the old man was also willingly deceived, because his grandson had a name, and Che at least the name sounded good.

Since then, the old and the young have begun to push the dilapidated tricycles that "creak" and "creak" in all corners of SH City, of course, only the dirtiest and most smelly corner of the city - the garbage heap.

The old man was hung with a small cloth bag that was sewn and mended, and it contained dimes and dimes of change, and the wrinkles on his face were very deep and deep, crisscrossing the old man's face like a ravine, and time left a mark on the old man's face, but the old man had a smile.

Because the old man was followed by a little cute little man, the little man held a small wooden sword in his hand, babbling and playing, constantly showing off his majesty in front of the old man, looking at the things around curiously from time to time, and then asking the old man with big eyes some childish things in the eyes of adults.

"Grandpa, why is your surname Xue and my surname Xue?"

"Because I'm your grandfather!" said the old man with a smile.

"Grandpa, grandpa, why do we have two hands?"

"Grandpa, grandpa, when will I be able to grow as tall as grandpa?"

"Grandpa, look at that balloon so beautiful!"

"Well, grandpa bought you one," the teacher looked at him.

"Grandpa, Xiao Ye doesn't want it" Xue Ziye looked at the colorful balloons in front of him, then looked at the old man, and finally said. But the expression of loss was written on the little face.

The old man finally bought one behind Xue Ziye's back, and that afternoon, Xue Ziye's laughter filled the entire shantytown.

But Xue Ziye remembered that there were only a few cents left that night, and the old man did not hesitate to buy a delicate steamed bun for Xue Ziye, but the old man didn't eat anything.

Since then, Xue Ziye has never said anything in front of the old man that he is beautiful.

Xue Ziye is very small but very sensible, every time the old man finishes collecting the waste products, Xue Ziye will step forward to help the old man carry him to the car and help the old man work hard to knock down the waste acquisition center.

The old man often boasted to some homeless people and old people's friends in the same shantytown: "Look! This little guy is my grandson, how sensible!"

Suddenly, one day the old man made a decision: "My grandson also wants to go to school!"

So the tricycle appeared more frequently in SH City.

Xue Ziye still remembers that one morning, the weather was very good, and a tattered old man appeared in the primary school in the shantytown holding a wooden sword in his hand, and the young female teacher disliked the two people for being dirty and drove the two people out.

Later, perhaps it was the old man's bitter pleas that moved the headmaster, and then the old man left a large bag of dime and his grandson.

The weather in SH City is very unstable, the old man has a very serious rheumatism, and finally the left leg knee can not be bent, the deformation in the eyes, "pop" finally one day the tricycle fell heavily to the ground, from then on the old man can only curl up in the hut, just when the tricycle lost its owner, suddenly one day a thin little body reappeared on the tricycle and pushed hard, and slowly the tricycle reappeared in all corners of the city of SH.

In a blink of an eye, it is now the third grade of junior high school, and Xue Ziye studies very well, and a large part of the reason is because his grandfather told him that he can only make money when he studies hard and grows up.

He believed what his grandfather said.

Although he was bullied and blinded in school, Xue Ziye's academic performance has always been very good, which is what Xue Ziye is proud of.

Although Xue Ziye works hard, he is like a transparent person in school, withdrawn and dull, forever curled up in a corner, and the only thing Xue Ziye will do in school is to stare at the blackboard in a daze.

Xue Ziye didn't have any friends, and of course no one wanted to be friends with him, I remember that there was a girl in elementary school who was ridiculed by the whole class because her seat was very close to him, so she was laughed at by the whole class and cried very sadly, and then Xue Ziye realized that he and everyone were not the same kind of people. I should be an outlier.

Xue Ziye's life is miserable in the eyes of others, but it is very warm in Xue Ziye's heart, because he has a grandfather who loves him and loves him, although he is not biological, Xue Ziye has always known this, and the old man also knows that he knows about it, and Xue Ziye has never mentioned this matter in front of the old man.

At least Xue Ziye knew that the old man was his grandfather, and this was enough, and he didn't need any reason to decorate.

Just when Xue Ziye thought that he could continue like this and take care of his grandfather forever, God made another joke on him, of course, this was not a joke for Xue Ziye himself.

The old man died seven days ago, Xue Ziye cried very sadly, Xue Ziye still remembered the heart-rending pain when the old man's thick calloused hands slowly cut down his face, an invisible knife stabbed Xue Ziye's heart fiercely, and then stirred mercilessly.

Xue Ziye's heart was dripping blood, and the old man opened his mouth before leaving, his eyes were full of reluctance, relieved, and a faint apology.

"Let's da, da!" Tears fell to the ground and splashed tears, Xue Ziye didn't know how many tears he shed, as if all the water in his body had turned into tears.

In an instant, Xue Ziye seemed to have returned to the original point, a little boy holding a small wooden sword slowly overlapped with him now, the same loneliness and helplessness, the same confusion, and the same sadness.

Xue Ziye finally gritted his teeth and sold the broken tricycle to an uncle in a shantytown, took a few hundred yuan and buried the old man in a remote place, where he guarded his grandfather all day.

At this time, Xue Ziye hadn't been to school for seven days, he just wanted to stuff himself into this house desperately, and enjoy the warmth left by his grandfather at the end.