On Earth, an ordinary night, a bustling metropolis......

The city is lit up at night, with dancing and dancing, and the traffic on the road never stops. From time to time, you can still see millions of BMWs, Mercedes-Benz, Ferraris. Countless high-rise buildings stand in the bustling area, and the beautiful street park leaves a fresh breath for busy people. There are countless elites living here, but there are also many people who are worried about food and clothing.

In this bustling metropolis, there are also dilapidated bungalow districts. This bungalow area is inhabited by those at the bottom of society.

There is a "famous" pedestrian street in this area. A bluestone street about a kilometer long is crowded with all kinds of stalls on both sides. There are people who sell clothes, snacks, and fake jewelry, and there are all kinds of shouts.

In a remote corner, a very simple stall was filled with hundreds of wooden dolls, all of which were carved in the shape of the same person.

A boy in his teens was introducing his things to every visitor who came and went, and the things here were all made by himself, and the introduction was very clear.

"Child, how do you sell your things?" a gentle voice sounded in front of the stall.

The boy looked up, and a middle-aged woman in a long dress was holding a doll and watching.

"Each one is ten dollars, take your pick. Auntie, you see which one you like, I'll help you get it. A childish voice came out of the little boy's mouth.

"Oh, then you can get one for me, it's pretty good. The middle-aged woman pointed to a doll and said.

"Okay, Auntie. As he spoke, he picked up the doll and handed it over. Take back the ten dollars.

"Auntie, go slowly, come back next time. The little boy said to the middle-aged woman who turned around. Then reposition the doll and continue the previous sale.

Looking at the crumpled dozens of dollars in his hand, he showed a smile.

I must have made a hundred dollars today!

At this time, there was a sound of scolding in the distance, mixed with a strong smell of tobacco and alcohol. I saw a few shirtless people, showing blue and red tattoos, cigarettes in the corners of their mouths, and strangely colored hair on their heads, walking towards this side, collecting money from stall to stall. Every stall owner trembled and handed over a lot of money.

These people were the thugs of the area, and they came here every night to collect money, and at first some resisted, but after those people were beaten half to death, no one refused to give them.

The boy was shocked when he saw these people. Oops, patronizing the happy money, forgetting about them, hurry away.

Quickly turned off the only lamp on the stall, took out a broken bag, and quickly stuffed the doll inside.

Originally, every day the boy collected the amount of the stall home before these people came, but today the business was good, so he couldn't help but stay a little longer. Now I just hope they don't get to themselves.

The men were getting closer, and the boy finally finished packing up his doll. With his back wrapped and his legs pulled, he ran in the opposite direction. The moving figure still caught the attention of those people. One person was left to continue collecting money, and the rest chased after him.

Originally, they all saw that it was just a boy, and it was estimated that it was not much money. I chased it just because I couldn't start it, otherwise everyone would have done it in the future.

The boy also noticed that they were chasing after him, and ran even harder. When he saw a bend, he turned around, he was not familiar with the road here, and he just wanted to hide and wait for someone to go home. He kept turning and turning, and he made his way through the bungalows as fast as he could. But he was only ten years old, how could he run away to those young people?

After a while, the people behind chased after him, was punched in the back, stumbled under his feet, and fell to the ground.

The boy curled up on the ground with his backpack in his arms, not speaking.

"You kid, you're quite able to run, you run again, you run!" a panting yellow-haired man spoke, kicking the boy one by one.

"Take out the money and let you go. At this time, a man with the same head spoke, and he also grabbed the yellow hair.

The boy didn't speak, just hugged the bag tighter in his arms.

"Okay, don't give it, hit me, teach him a lesson" After saying that, he kicked the boy to the side. The others saw that the boss had made a move, and they rushed up, punching and kicking constantly.

"Alright, don't kill you," the boss began.

"Don't worry, boss, you can't die. The yellow fur said and made up for it. I tugged at the bag and tried to pull it out. But the boy held on to it, but he wouldn't let go. Huang Mao also got angry and kicked the boy in the arm. The boy in pain rolled on the ground, and the bag in his arms was taken away by Huang Mao.

Tearing open the backpack, the dolls inside all fell off, and Huang Mao flipped through the bag, but found nothing. He kicked the boy twice more, and scolded, "You poor ghost, you didn't get a dime a night." Looking at the dolls all over the ground, he angrily scolded, "What's the use of these rags!", and trampled on the dolls as he spoke.

The boy pounced on him, tucked the doll under him, and let the yellow-haired feet step on him.

"Let's go, don't kill it, it's not easy to clean up. The person next to him stepped forward and pulled it, and Huang Mao stopped and scolded, "Get out, poor ghost." After that, a few people turned around and left arrogantly.

It took a long time for the little boy to get up from the ground and wipe the blood from the corners of his mouth. Catch it with your hand and spit out a handful of money in your mouth. That's what he got tonight. Only by hiding it in the mouth can it not be found and taken away.

The boy pinched the money in his hand and said lightly, "Fortunately, the money was not taken." Someday, I'm going to make you all pay. "If anyone can see the boy's eyes, he can see the ferocity that can no longer be seen in ordinary eyes.

The boy silently picked up the doll and put it back in his bag. Carrying it on his thin shoulders, he walked in the direction of home.

It was a long time before the boy came to the front of the house, which was in a bungalow area on the outskirts, worse than the one in the city. Not far in front of the house is a mountain range, a very desolate place.

The boy straightened his messy clothes in front of the house, put on a smile, and then pushed open the door and walked in. The house is small, only about ten square meters, and the furniture is only a table with a hole, a few chairs and a bed that barely sleeps two people. At this time, a faint oil lamp was lit on the table, and a little girl fell asleep on the table, still a little shaky.

The boy stepped forward, gently picked up the little girl, and walked towards the bed. Although she tiptoed, she still woke up the little girl. As soon as he saw the boy's face, he smiled happily, and the dimples hung on the corners of his mouth, revealing two small tiger teeth.

"Brother, you're back, I wanted to wait for you to come back, but I accidentally fell asleep" The glutinous voice came from the little girl's mouth.

"Yan'er, didn't my brother tell you not to wait for me? Why are you disobedient? Oh, your tuition is almost over, I will send you to school tomorrow. ”

"Brother, I don't want to go to school anymore, I don't want you to work so hard. After saying that, he threw himself into the boy's arms and sobbed in a low voice. As a result, because of the excessive force, there was a chance that he hit the place where he was kicked just now, and the corner of the young man's mouth grinned and took a deep breath of cold air.

Yan'er also noticed the boy's abnormality, got up from his arms, looked at his brother, and asked, "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

The young man endured the pain and squeezed out a smile, "Brother is fine, go to bed quickly, and send you up tomorrow." Don't say that you can't go to school in the future, don't let your brother's hard work go to waste, feel sorry for your brother, just bring a good grade back. After saying that, he touched the girl's head dotingly.

However, the careful Yan'er found that there were several places on the young man's arms that were not the same color, not like dirty, but like being bruised.

Yan'er said, "Well, brother, go wash and sleep." ”

After saying that, she turned away from the boy's embrace, but she did not walk towards the bed. Instead, he walked to the only light in the house.

She wants to see what happened to her brother...... Sorry friends, I went out in a hurry in the afternoon, but fortunately, Xiaofu hurried up and finally sent it out today, and he didn't break his promise. Tomorrow there will be a double more to send Oh, ask for support!!