Night is synonymous with tranquility, even those bright flower streets are only pinned on the hustle and bustle under tranquility. In the old town in the southwest corner of Prontera, most of the people living here are poor and poor, the people here go to bed early after a day's work, and the nights here are quieter and darker than in other places...

"Woo woo..." a sobbing sound came from a very ordinary house. The sound didn't alarm anyone else, not because it was quiet, but because it was too frequent in the old town.

The dim candle flame flickered in the room, and a little boy with red hair dressed in patches and looking to be only four or five years old stood by the bed. In the boy's hand, he held a bowl of rice soup with only a few grains of rice floating on it, and stood at the head of the bed with red eyes.

"Mom... Drink a little," the boy begged his mother on the bed, choking up.

The woman in bed was still very young, and she looked no more than twenty-four or five years old, but because of long-term malnutrition and hard work, her cheeks were a little sunken, her face was full of sickness, and even her long golden hair was covered with a layer of gray.

The woman didn't seem to hear the boy, she didn't respond to the boy, her body was motionless like a stone statue, only a pair of brown eyes with tenderness. It's just that what those eyes are looking at is not a boy, but a picture frame in her hand.

In the frame, there is a photo of her and another man, it is a man with red hair like blood, his appearance is impeccable, the lines of his face are delicate to the minute, impeccable even women will be jealous when they see it, and that evil smile makes all women feel excited when they see it.

"Mom, you can eat something... It's going to get cold in a moment...", the boy said again, and then carefully handed the rice soup to his mother, which had been put away for a long time.

However, the mother still didn't pick it up, or she didn't see it at all. The boy stubbornly held it up on the side, but his hands were already shaking with soreness because of the weight of the rice soup stretched forward.

"Tick" a drop of rice soup popped out of the bowl because of trembling arms and landed on the face of the man in the photo. At this moment, the woman's eyes, which were originally full of tenderness, suddenly widened, and the tenderness was immediately replaced by horror, and she waved her hand away from the boy's arm holding Miyu, and wiped the photo with her sleeve.

With a cracking sound, the rice soup scattered all over the ground, and the last wisps of warmth were swallowed up by the cold ground.

The tears in the boy's eyes could not be stopped any longer, and he crouched down, clasped his hands around his knees, and began to cry bitterly. Since my mother was seriously ill and bedridden, the mother who once loved her was gone. The mother didn't pay attention to herself, just looked at the pictures all day long, neither ate nor drank.

The boy cried, but was never comforted by his mother, as if the mother who had tried everything to make him laugh when he cried was gone.

"Why is this so?" the boy cried, thinking that he had blamed his mother for the illness he had caused at a young age.

"Yes, my mother must be sick, that's why she ignores me, as long as my mother is well, she will be fine!" thought to the boy, and his sadness was much less. He cheered himself up and told himself not to be willful, just persevere.

However, just as he was about to stand up and clean up the spilled rice soup and broken bowls, a voice came to his ears.

The sound was not loud, but it was clear, and the boy hurriedly looked up to see a picture frame lying in front of him, and the sound was the sound of the glass that was used to protect the photograph from breaking.

"Isn't that Mommy's favorite thing?" the boy was shocked, this was his mother's most precious thing, and he had seen his mother staring at the person in the picture more than once.

"How did it break?" the boy hurried to see his mother, but when he looked up and saw his mother in the hospital bed, his little heart suddenly seemed to be clutched by his hand. Mother's eyes were closed for some moment, and her hands were still shaking slightly on the edge of the bed.

At this time, a cold wind burst open the window, broke into the room, blew out the remaining candle, and plunged the whole room into darkness in an instant.

A pair of eyes snapped open, a pair of pale golden eyes, full of fear, and then a thin body sat up sharply.

A hand covered the frightened eyes, and in the midst of rapid breathing, the boy's voice sounded, "I haven't dreamed of this for a long time... What's wrong with me? By the way, it's Mom's death day..."

Looking at the overcast sky outside, the boy rolled over and got out of bed...

Compared with the quiet of the night, the people in the old town get up very early, even on this snowy day, and many people are already out of work at dawn, and the boy leaves the house early in the morning.

"Little Star Scar, are you early enough today?" A middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties and was a little thin, but with a kind smile, greeted the boy.

Starmark also nodded politely at the man and said, "Good morning, Uncle Joseph! ”

"Well, go ahead. Joseph said with a smile.

"Then I'm leaving!" Starmark smiled and waved his hand, and ran off into the distance.

"Well, run slower!

Looking at the boy's back, Joseph suddenly remembered something, and shouted behind the star mark: "By the way, it is said that the boys in the shopping street are looking for you, you should be careful!"

Starmark turned around and ran backwards, waving at Joseph and saying, "I know, don't worry!"

......

It was the first snow of the year, and the goose-feather snow soon covered the streets of Prontera. Despite the heavy snow, there are still many pedestrians on the streets who walk on the white snow and go about their busy lives.

A seven-year-old boy huddled on the side of the road in his torn clothes.

"Kind uncle, beautiful young lady, I haven't eaten for a few days, let's get some money. His voice was faint and almost drowned out by the wind and snow. The little beggar stretched out his hand and trembled to a pair of brightly dressed men and women.

Isn't the little boy a starmark, but compared to when he went out, he looked so helpless, so weak. His fiery red hair, ruthlessly pressed under the snow, could only shrug his head in submission. There were tears in the big pale golden eyes. The wind passed, and his thin clothes were as if he hadn't worn them at this time, unable to resist the invasion of the cold, and his weak body had to tremble stubbornly.

The man in the fine mink trench coat glanced at Starmark, frowned in disgust, and raised his hand to push him away. However, at this time, I heard my newly met girlfriend say next to me: "What a poor child, you have become a beggar at such a young age, you must have not eaten for many days... Honey, shall we help this child?" the woman tugged at the man's sleeve, looking at him tenderly with blue eyes, pleading in her voice.

The woman leaned her delicate body against the man, seemingly helping the little beggar to seek help from her boyfriend, but in fact she secretly took a step back and widened the distance between herself and Starmark, even though she had fully shown her beautiful "love", but Starmark knew in her heart that this woman was more afraid that she would stain her bright clothes.

When his girlfriend speaks, men will naturally not be stingy, and for him, he feels very proud to have such a "kind" girlfriend. The man quickly fumbled for his wallet, he looked at the star mark, then at his girlfriend, and after biting the back molars, he pulled out three silver coins from it and pressed them into the trembling hands of the star mark.

After doing all this, the man looked much more relaxed, he raised his eyebrows proudly at his girlfriend, and then pouted, motioned to his girlfriend to look at the three silver coins in the little beggar's hand, and then smiled: "My dear, he is really a lucky man, he met us, and this money is enough for him to eat for a week." ”

The woman's eyes lit up when she saw the silver coin in Xingji's hand, and a generous boyfriend was very compatible, and after saying "dear, you are so good", she kissed the man on the cheek and buried her head shyly.

The man was kissed by the woman like this, laughed stupidly, and under the continuous thanks of the star trace, he hugged his girlfriend's waist and walked away in a dashing manner.

Starmark looked at the pair of lovers who had left away, and suddenly stuck out his tongue playfully, and then quickly put away his smile and continued his begging work. The targets of Starmark's opening are all young lovers, or women in their twenties who have just entered the palace of marriage, and then mothers, expectant mothers and the like. The star mark that inherited the appearance of his parents is very cute in itself, and coupled with the stains on his immature face and the clothing added by the cold, he naturally has a feeling of wanting to be loved. And after the collection of all these elements, it is very useful for those men who pretend to be generous for money with their girlfriends, or for those women who are motherly and full of love. Although Starmark does not frequently ask for money, he is always successful, and he gets a lot of alms, unlike many beggars, who beg with almost everyone who passes by, but is always ignored, rejected in disgust, or ignored.

Half a day passed quickly, and Starmark saw that the number of people passing by had decreased, so he left the street and walked into a small alley between two tall buildings on the side of the street. After looking around, Starmark saw that there was no one around, so he took out a bag from his arms, which was his "trophy" today.

Looking at the cloth bag full of silver and copper coins, the feeling of pity before the star mark disappeared in an instant, and he immediately turned into a fanatical believer, his eyes shining, and he gently touched the coins in the cloth bag.

Starmark then began to take a closer look at his work.

"One, two, three... Ten, twenty, one hundred..."

A few minutes later...

"Huh, people are really getting more and more picky now, and I only received more than three hundred silver coins today, and there are even people who are embarrassed to give me copper coins, hey, it's only more than three gold coins. It's cold, there are fewer people outside, and it's not easy to ask for this money. Starmark grumbled, however, if it was to be heard, there would be many people scolding the contented little fellow. You know, in an ordinary family in Prontera, the monthly salary income is nothing more than ten gold coins, and he earns three gold coins a day, but he is still complaining.

However, as Starmark complained, the sound of hurried footsteps suddenly sounded behind him.