Canglanxing, Yunbei City.

In a dark, damp alleyway, a child was surrounded by several older children, their clothes ragged and gray-faced.

They are all the other side of the "golden age" of interstellar navigation, a thriving federal society.

The besieged child is called Ah He, a street abandoned baby, who was raised by an old homeless man until he was nine years old when he was a child.

When he was nine years old, the homeless man died, and he wandered by himself, and it has been three years now, and he is twelve years old.

"What are you going to do?"

Ah He stared at the strongest boy, he was the eldest of the bunch.

The boss had a butterfly knife in his hand, and the pink and blue knife danced on his fingertips, and the children next to him were dazzled by it.

He enjoyed the gaze.

He grinned and laughed, "What's it in your hand?" ”

"What's that?" A hint of panic flashed in Ah He's expression, and the hands protecting his chest tightened unconsciously.

Under both hands, there is an oiled paper bag attached to the chest.

The eldest child looked directly at the yellow oiled paper bag that peeked out of the gap between his hands, and his nose twitched, he was already impatient.

The rules of the street, the big fist is respected, this kid is not interesting, so it's no wonder.

"Bring it."

Several children who surrounded Ah He pounced like wolves, they wanted to snatch the oil paper bag he was holding with both hands, but they didn't expect Ning He to hold on to his hand and was unwilling to let go, and he fell into a stalemate for a while.

So they punched and kicked, and in three or two strokes, Ah He was knocked to the ground.

"Humph!" The boss snorted disdainfully, looking at Ah He, who was curled up on the ground and trampled and bullied by several children in turn.

In the streets, strength is everything, that's his theorem!

A little tramp, no miracles.

The little boy's body shrunk into a ball, and pain kept coming from his body.

The cold water on the ground soaked his already thin clothes, and the chill came over his heart, and his consciousness gradually slowed down, and his vision was blurred.

Are you going to die, Ah He thought.

Although I can't beat these big kids, if I fight with my fists, I'm afraid I won't be knocked to the ground so quickly.

Indefinite...... Maybe he could escape, he was familiar with this alley.

Ah He's hands always firmly protected the oil-paper bag on his chest, and he couldn't resist in order to protect the oil-paper bag from being snatched by them.

Inside the oiled paper bag was a small roll of tobacco that he thought was excellent, at least better than the old man had smoked during his lifetime, and it was bought for the old man's worship.

After the old man's death, he did so every year on his death day, and he burned him a roll of tobacco to thank him for taking care of himself over the years.

It's ridiculous that he complained like a child when the old man was alive, saying that this is not good, that is not good, and the old man laughs and prevaricates himself every time. At that time, life was very bad, but with such an old man who protected himself, it seemed that he was much better than those street children of the same age.

"People are inherently poor, and they should not be defeated."

These are the words that the old man often puts on his lips, and the crepe words are somewhat strange to come out of the mouth of a homeless old man, but Ah He still listens silently.

It's a shame to think about it now. The person who said such things ended up being just an old man who lived on the streets in his old age and finally died on the streets.

Until the end, Ah He didn't know his name and his past.

The mouth with missing front teeth, the gray beard and the old face with black paste and folds were his last memories.

The tobacco he bought from a regular store, and it cost him a little silver star coins that he had picked up in exchange for rags.

These Silver Star Coins are pitiful, and he spends a year's savings every year to buy such a small cigarette.

In previous years, it was not discovered by other street children, but I didn't expect that this year I was being targeted on the street because I wanted to go home and burn it to the old man.

It's also bad for me, a street child who walks on the street in a panic with his hands on his chest will of course be noticed.

"I'm going to die......"

Ah He's voice was inaudible, with a hint of relief, this seemed to be the old man said to return to the light, he thought a lot.

As an abandoned baby, if he hadn't been adopted by the old man, he would have died not long after he was discarded.

Now that I think about it, I also lived for 12 years.

"It's a pity old man, this year's tobacco can't be burned for you, and there won't be any more in the future......"

The boy at the head was impatient, these little brothers of his own were so wasteful, he hadn't gotten the oil paper bag for a few minutes, he had to do it himself.

He didn't know what was inside the oil paper bag, but something that could be so solemnly protected by a homeless child must be something very precious to him!

And in this street and alley, the fist is respected!

So no matter what's inside, whether it's worth it or not, it should be his!

The double handle of the butterfly knife in the big boy's hand snapped together, and he walked towards the little boy who was no longer moving on the ground, with a fierce expression.

Ah He stared blankly at the sloping street, trying to look at the end of the dark alley.

It was a bright place, the streets were full of traffic, clean and tidy.

And behind him is the pace of death, and he will die in this damp alley, his body rotting and the rats devouring each other.

......

"Da, da, da."

A crisp sound echoed through the alleys.

At some point, a woman in a red dress with a remarkable demeanor stopped in front of the alley.

She walked in, her heels making a crisp sound in the cramped alleyway, muddy water splashing.

Ah He's eyes, which were already about to close, were interrupted by the sound of crisp footsteps, his eyelids trembled slightly, and the instinct for survival made him open wide and focused again, and he looked at the blurry red figure coming from the light.

He could feel the sound of approaching footsteps behind him as if they had stopped with a gradual crisp footstep.

She came to the little boy and crouched down, a slender white finger hanging in front of the boy's nose, she didn't mind the sewage and mud on the ground of the red dress.

Feeling that he still had breath, the woman thought for a while, then Rou Yi dragged his body to pick him up and walked out of the alley.

From beginning to end, she didn't look at the children who surrounded her and the big boy who was looking at her in a daze, still holding a butterfly knife in his hand.

"Hey!"

The big boy couldn't help but speak, his eyes were burning at the back of the delicate red dress and the dirty Ah He lying on her snow-white shoulders.

The big boy was hysterical and shouted, "Take me away!" I'm stronger than him! Also better than him! I'll be your servant, and I'll listen to you in everything!" No, I'll be your slave! ”

Several children beside him also looked at the back, with an irrepressible light in their eyes.

Street kids are more precocious and see many things from a high level of perspective, but they have a more practical perspective.

Now this woman is going to take Ning He out of the streets of the wanderers and go to the outside world!

They are envious, they are jealous, and they want to get out too!

No matter what the outside world may be, it can't get any worse than here!

The woman stopped when she heard the sound, she hugged Ah He and looked back carefully at the big boy and the remaining children, then shook her head silently, and turned around calmly.

Looking at the red dress that gradually melted into the light, the big boy's eyes were full of despair.

The last image he saw was of the little boy with his head resting on the woman's shoulder, looking at him with a look of pity.

He seemed to be able to see the triumph and joy in the little boy's eyes.

The little boy's black and white eyes reflected them still in the alley.

The people in the shadows of the city didn't even have the courage to take a step forward, and the big boys and other children just stood there and watched in silence.

They didn't stop Ah He from taking him away, and they didn't go out with him.

Under the sun, the mud on the corners of the woman's skirt did not hide her peerless elegance in the slightest.

"From now on, you will be called Ninghe, a quiet and peaceful Ninghe."

The woman's red lips opened lightly, her voice was thin and waxy, Ning He couldn't hold on anymore, he lay on the woman's shoulder and fell asleep, and he was still holding the oiled paper bag in one hand.