The young woman looked at the firewood, then at the child, swallowed her throat, and said embarrassedly, "Child...... I don't have any money......"

"Take it, I'll give it to you!" the child smiled through hunger and cold, and handed the firewood to the young woman, and thunderous gurgling came from his unrelenting stomach.

The young woman looked at the child, and tears flowed again, looking at the clothes in the cold wind, and the straw sandals on her feet, this child was in no way much better off than herself.

"Mother, cold ......" A fainter and weaker voice came from the room.

How could she bear to collect the firewood that this child relied on for survival, but she couldn't refuse, how could she see her child being frozen as a mother. She cried, and the cruelty of reality made her have no choice but to accept the poor child's firewood.

"Child, I ...... There is nothing of value, this is for you, Gu said that it can ward off evil spirits!" The young woman groped out a peach pit engraved with the word "Zhao" from her bosom, which was the most common and cheapest ornament for the poor to ward off evil spirits.

The child put away the small gift, tightened his belt, smiled at the young woman, and turned away.

The young woman could only look at the back in the wind and snow and cry, her child was frozen, that child was not a child, it was just an age that was still arrogant in her mother's arms.

The warmth of the people and the cold wind are still ruthless, the snow falls and covers everything, and the eyebrows have turned white.

This qiē looked at the housekeeper's eyes, driving away countless homeless people He had long been numb, but at this moment he threw a copper coin to the child without saying a word, and retreated to the mansion, the rich and noble Zhu door slowly closed, like an instant open human nature, closing the door of his heart again.

The snow is falling, the lights of thousands of homes are shining, and under the city gate in the dark night, there is a little light shining in the cold winter, and there is a small night market in this Qingniu Town.

In the small noodle stall of business, the boss lifts the lid of the pot, and the hot air is up, and the bowls of hot noodle soup are on the table, and the guests at the table are feasting, which is the supreme enjoyment in the cold winter.

"Hot beef noodles, only three pennies a bowl, baby, do you want to eat noodles?" Xuan, the owner of the noodle stall, drank business.

The children paused briefly in front of the stall to imagine the feeling of steaming noodle soup in their stomachs. The child shook his head, swallowed his saliva, tightened his belt and hugged his arms and arms, his feet were already frozen unconscious, hunger made the cold even worse, and his body began to lose strength.

At the end of the street, the owner of a pancake stall was about to pack up and go home, when the child groped for the only copper plate and said in a hoarse voice, "Boss, bring me a pancake!"

"One?" the boss closed the stall, feeling strange what is the use of buying a pancake, such a big pancake, at least three can satisfy hunger. Strange is strange, but business still has to be done, and the boss wrapped a pancake in paper that was no bigger than the palm of his hand and handed it to the child.

The boy took the pancake, his eyes lit up, as if he had obtained a rare treasure, he took two bites in his hand and nibbled half of it, chewing two nostrils and panting, not to mention three, now he can eat even five.

He chewed in the cold wind, cherishing every bite of the pancake, feeling every moment when the pancake stayed in his mouth, as if there was no supreme delicacy in the world that could surpass the pancake at this moment.

There are many things to be satisfied, but many times, some small things can get the greatest satisfaction.

The owner of the cake stall shook his head, and at first glance he knew that he was a hungry child.

"The boss is good, his kindness is rewarded, he will have good luck in the future, and the wealth will be rolling in!" At this time, a little beggar of the same age as a child walked on the opposite side, stretching out a broken bowl and trembling and came to the boss to ask for it.

A beggar like this has to meet a lot every day, and the boss impatiently drives away: "No, go away!"

"Boss, give me something to eat!" the little beggar came up, looking very hungry. ...,

"Go away, go away!" the owner of the cake stall picked up the basket and prepared to call it a day and go home.

The child held the bread in his hand, slowed down his chewing, and looked at the little beggar, whose eyes were sunken, and it seemed that he had not eaten a few full meals.

The little beggar was really hungry today, and kept pestering the owner of the cake stall, and it was very late in the day, and if he couldn't get something to eat, then he would be starved all night today.

The boss is also a businessman in the market, and he has been encountering beggars for many years, and today's small businessmen don't pay attention to these beggars.

The boss's expression was very tough, and the little beggar saw that there was no hope, hung down the broken bowl, and lowered his head to go back.

While!

Half a loaf of bread fell into the beggar's bowl, and it was the child's bread.

Yes, it was half of the pancake that the child was so reluctant to eat. The child wiped his mouth, chewed the rest of the bread in his mouth, and walked away without looking back, leaving the stunned boss and the equally stunned little beggar in the cold wind.

The hungry beggar picked up half of the bread in the bowl like a wolf, and gulped it down, and from time to time cast an infinite grateful look at the figure in the darkness and distance.

The boss looked at the departing figure for a long time, and then looked at the little beggar who had eaten the bread cleanly and licked the crumbs at the bottom of the bowl.

The owner of the cake stall did not speak for a long time, he was also a man who had lived most of his life, and he was accustomed to seeing the indifference of the world in this ruthless world, and now, he slowly put down his burden, opened the covered basket, and took out a cake and put it in the beggar's bowl.

The beggar looked at the boss with a kind of flattery, but the owner of the cake stall did not speak, but silently picked up his basket and walked back.

"Wait a minute, boss!" the little beggar called out to the owner of the cake stall.

"What?" said the owner of the cake stall turned back.

"Look at the cracks in the rocks behind you......"

"What?" the boss looked at the pile of stones behind him and then at the little beggar, who looked at him and nodded.

The owner of the cake stall put down the basket of burdens suspiciously, and dug in the stone pile, and a copper-colored item fell out, which was a key, and he suddenly touched his body, where was there a trace of the key, and dug out that this was his house key.

"I saw you fall in the morning!"

The owner of the cake stall gasped, if he didn't have the key when he got home, he would have to break into the door at least half the night outside the house, and the matter was not over, and he would have to repair the door and change the lock tomorrow. Without saying a word, he took out several loaves of bread from the basket and put them in the little beggar's bowl.

The little beggar filled his stomach to his heart's content, and this night was no longer a hungry night. The owner of the cake stall quietly put the key in his pocket, and this night was no longer a night full of troubles.

The two couldn't help but look in the direction where the figure disappeared at the same time......

It was late at night, the wind and snow were more violent, and the child walked with difficulty on the dark mountain road, and the snow was knee-high, and he struggled to walk.

The night was terrifyingly dark, except for the ghostly shadows of the trees all around, and the chilling howl of wolves came from the deep mountains. In an environment like this, a child of this age would have been scared to cry long ago. But the child didn't, he faced his fear, gritted his teeth and moved forward step by step. From Qingniu Town to the village, there are more than ten miles of land, and he has a lot of running on this mountain road in order to live.

Back in the village, the lights had been extinguished, and the children dragged their exhausted bodies back to their homes. It was a simple thatched hut, and perhaps its structure could no longer be described by its simplicity, it was just a thatched hut supported by a few tree trunks.

Behind the door, perhaps the only thing the child had brought back today, he poured half a scoop of cold water into the water tank and drank it to relieve his hunger.

The house was deserted, the walls around it were full of tears, and the cold wind was pouring in. The child carefully took off his straw sandals, his feet were already frozen and unconscious, but the blood blisters on his feet were stuck to the straw sandals, and it was difficult to take them off. As the saying goes, selling salt and drinking light soup is like this child who chops wood for a living, and there is no wood fire at home. The quilt on the bed, which was as thick as a blanket, was all that the child relied on.

The night was getting colder and colder, and the cold and hunger still tormented the poor child. He was tired under the quilt and endured with unimaginable perseverance......''''''