Slippery moss crawled over the low walls of the old houses on both sides, and in the middle was a cramped alley less than three feet. This is still a sunny area, which makes the whole alley dark and damp.

Because of such an environment, few people choose to live here.

This is the famous Poor Man's Lane, Lingding Lane. Everyone who lives here is a poor person who is forced by life and struggles for their livelihood every day.

Here, every day there will be people dying of hunger and disease, and every day there will be robberies and murders, and the murderers will walk by in a dignified manner. Here, a bowl of leftovers can cause a burst of scrambling, and a corner of pancake can make people fight for their heads.

Here, everyone does everything just to feed and survive.

Such a wish is simple and difficult.

It seems simple, but it is a luxury.

Because you never know which of tomorrow's sun or your cold body will come first.

The young man stepped into the alley, one foot shallow on the left and one foot deep on the right, jumping around looking for a flat slate to walk, so as not to be caught by the broken slate in disrepair.

"Whew~ It's good to catch up, otherwise it will be miserable."

The boy looked around for a moment to make sure that his condition was stable at this point, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

In every impoverished area, there will be a group of poor murderers who specialize in bullying and oppressing others. The poor are generally cowardly, or unwilling to cause trouble, or superstitious about something, and these poor murderers take advantage of this, and run rampant and bring disaster to the village.

They relied on their strong bodies and strong numbers to squeeze the Lingding Alley people wildly. There are disobedient rebels, they push and intimidate at the lightest, smash and loot at the worst, and even beat people to death, but no one dares to make accusations or report to the chengguan.

is afraid that they will come back and retaliate against the parties involved.

That is to say, they have eaten the psychology of the poor people, and this group of talents is so unscrupulous and domineering.

I can't tell when this group of people, or this organization, has existed. Anyway, it existed a long time ago, long before this generation of Lingdingxiang people lived here.

Although the government has stepped forward to deal with it, it is only a symptom but not a root cause, and there is no end to it.

The long existence, the ruthlessness of oppression, the suffering of exploitation, and the difficulty of life have made the children in Lingding Alley have an extreme idea since childhood.

Be proud to join them and work towards your goals.

Although it is extreme to say that this kind of thinking is true, it is a little sad to dig deeper.

If you don't study well at a young age, you have this kind of thought, which will inevitably make people feel that it is difficult to get a noble son from a poor family, and there are no good goods in the slums, no wonder you will live in a poor man's alley like Lingding Lane. That's how these kids live their lives.

But if you think about it carefully, there is also sadness behind this.

A group of children who are ignorant of the world, have never seen a book of sages since they were young, have not learned a little bit of the truth of how to behave in the world, and live in a harsh environment full of intrigue and foul language every day, racking their brains all the time, just to be able to fill their stomachs, and have worked hard for a livelihood since childhood.

Can children who grow up in such an environment compare their thinking with those who sit in the school, holding the books of sages and sages, and learning the great truths?

In other words, in a pool of ink, can you count on a piece of pure and unsullied white paper to be fished out of it?

The gangs of thugs would come out on patrol once a day, and the hour was almost up, so the boy was terrified of running into them.

If you really do, the buns can only be eaten in your dreams at night.

The boy quickened his pace, and went around a corner, and a small low house came into view.

The boy reached out and opened the old wooden door, slipped into it like a slippery loach, and closed the door with a very quick backhand.

The movements are unusually skillful, and it seems that he is a veteran.

Because there was not much light coming in from the back of the window, and there was no money to light the lamp, the house was very dark. The boy relied on the faint light and the furnishings in the room to find the table in the dark and put the things in his arms on it.

In the darkness, a timid voice suddenly came from the direction of the bed in the boy's memory.

"Brother? You're back? ”

The boy looked up and mumbled.

In the faint light, a small figure could be seen poking its head out, climbing out of the bed and walking towards the table. The little nose sniffed, "It's a bun!" ”

The young man was noncommittal, "What about Ah Yue?" Asleep? The movement in his hand did not stop, and he took out the bun and put it on the oiled paper bag to cool.

"I just slept, I didn't sleep long." The two round eyes were bright, staring intently at the steaming bun.

The young man looked at the appearance of the sister in front of him, and couldn't help but smile helplessly, but he didn't say anything out loud.

Living in Lingding Alley, and being a child, there is no ability to make money, so eating has become a big problem.

This is true for everyone in Lingding Alley.

They are all old, weak, sick and disabled, young women and children, and it is already a great happiness to be able to have a good stomach. How can we delusionally think about what to eat?

As long as you can eat it!

The same is true for teenagers, who often have a meal without a meal, and it is common for them to be hungry.

He hadn't eaten for two days, and his stomach was starting to hurt a little.

It should be that I was too hungry in the early years and fell into stomach problems.

"Wake up Ah Yue, lest you can't sleep at night." The boy shook his head, no longer thinking about what was there and what was not.

Now you have to eat, that's it.

"Hmm~" There was a soft dream sound from the bed, and then, a weak voice came: "Is the big brother back?" ”

"Get up and eat steamed buns, and go to bed after eating." The boy smiled softly, picked up a bun that was not very hot and handed it out.

"Yay! The buns are so good! The little girl from before took the bun, took a bite of it urgently, her eyes were bent in satisfaction, and she said vaguely with excitement on her face.

The movement of the mouth does not stop.

From the bed, a small figure slowly floated - the reason why I said floating, because when she walked, the footsteps were so light that they were almost negligible, just like floating over.

It was weak to a certain point, and the footsteps were on the ground, like stepping on cotton, soft and fluttering.

The young man looked at this little guy and couldn't help but tremble in his heart, but he could only sigh and didn't say anything.

When he was about to pick up a bun to eat, there was a sudden thunderous knock at the door, which was urgent and violent, and he looked like a grumpy.

The boy glanced at the doorway, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly.

Seeing this, the second sister of the young man stopped the movements in her hands and mouth, and looked at the young man in a daze, her two round eyes full of confusion.

The little guy who had just woken up was still a little dizzy and couldn't figure out the situation, just sitting on the chair and staring at the buns on the table.

The boy didn't make a sound, just silently picked up the oiled paper bag, took out two buns from it and put them on the table, then turned and walked towards the door.