Chapter 2: The Story of a Small Town

Guiyang City, a small and remote country in the southern region, is not too big or small, because the geographical location is not bad, so the city is small, but people come and go, and it is relatively lively.

On the edge of a street that was not very remote and not very lively, at this moment lay a thin, pale young beggar, about eleven or twelve years old, clutching a dirty steamed bun in his hand, and a drop of blood sticking to it, which was shed when he was fighting with other beggars, and was given to him by a kind early stall owner, and before he could enjoy it, he was discovered by a beggar of about the same age, and the beggar wanted to grab it to eat, so he fought, and he did not know whether it was his own or another beggar's.

The young beggar shifted his body, moved closer to the wall, and leaned against it, ignoring the filth of the wall. He vigorously tucked off the only torn padded jacket on his body, which he had found in a garbage heap when he first came to the city. The weather in Chu is already very cold in late autumn, and this padded jacket can just keep warm.

The young man changed to a more comfortable position and half-lay down, and the steamed bun in his hand was slowly sent to his mouth, ignoring the blood and black handprints still sticking to it, and slowly ate it one bite at a time, with relish, it seemed to be the world's food, which may be his ration for the day.

But no matter how slow you eat, there will come a time when you finish eating. A steamed bun, there seems to be some rosy on his pale face, the young man touched his belly and sighed, a steamed bun still failed to fill his stomach, but at this time, there will be no more kind-hearted people to send him food to eat, he can only wait for others to eat before he can find something to eat.

After the boy finished eating, he lay on the ground in kimono, the weather was good today, and he could bask in the sun for a while.

Looking at the blue sky quietly, the young man seemed to think of some sad past, his face was painful, hideous, confused, his face changed back and forth, his fists were clenched with green tendons, his bones were white, and it took a long time to regain his calm. The boy slowly closed his eyes, and a tear slowly flowed, dripping to the floor, with a breaking sound, which seemed to break people's hearts.

How long has it been, he has not lived a day of life, and when he came out of that place, he did not know where to go, so he had to find a random direction and walk, drink stream water when he was thirsty on the road, eat what he caught when he was hungry, and occasionally a well-wisher would give him something to eat. Walking aimlessly, he unconsciously came to this city, a child of eleven or twelve years old, helpless, did not starve to death on the road, it is also a miracle, this is the farthest place he can go at present, he has never been far away, and he has exhausted all his strength and spirit here.

However, when he arrived here, he was even more exposed to the warmth and coldness of the world, in this place where he had no relatives, no relatives, no food, no clothing, and no shelter, and he became a beggar, just like the beggars in this city.

Every day, he worked hard to find food, tried hard to find a place to keep warm, and sometimes fought with other beggars for a stinky steamed bun and a place that could block a little rain, and he didn't know how many times he slept on the streets.

But he couldn't tell the bitterness of all this, and he didn't even dare to think about what tomorrow would be like and whether there would be tomorrow.

The young man's eyes were closed, his brow was furrowed, and his face was painful, as if he had dreamed of something bad again.

"Ahh......h

The boy woke up, and before he had time to come back to his senses, he suddenly found that a dirty stinky foot was stepping on his body, and before he understood what was going on, he only heard an arrogant shout: "Hmph! Stinky boy, you can sleep very well, you won't wake up for a long time!"

Before the young man could react, the dirty foot kicked a few times and scolded: "Where is the little beggar, if you don't come to worship the ground, you dare to fight with us, and you can't find death." “

The young man knew that the little beggar who had robbed him of food just now was looking for a helper to take revenge, but he knew that it was useless for him to say anything, even in the beggar pile, he was also independent and helpless, and the more he talked, the worse the beating became, and he was used to it.

The beggar who spoke was also a fourteen or fifteen-year-old beggar, followed by several beggars of about the same age. Seeing that the young man didn't speak, he greeted him, and several people came forward and beat him hard, not worrying about his life at all. The young man hugged his head, unable to fight back, but he didn't say a word, his face remained unchanged, as if the pain was just innocuous to him.

The beggars seemed to be tired from the beating, maybe it was boring to beat, and they said fiercely: "Phew!", spat and left, leaving only the young man to lie on the ground and not move, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

This scene happens every day and everywhere, and people passing by are indifferent and ignorant, as if everything is so ordinary.

After a long time, the boy slowly moved his body to lie down again, and his body was covered with bruises, but he turned a blind eye, and only sighed at the more tattered padded jacket, and his pale little face was full of helplessness.

The boy closed his eyes again and went back to sleep, only then could he maintain his strength and have the strength to find the next meal.

"You're good!" Suddenly, a neutral male voice came.

The young man opened his eyes in confusion and found a middle-aged man with a tall figure and a resolute face standing in front of him, blocking the sunlight, like a calm mountain, with a momentum on his body, as if Heng Gu was standing here, and as if he was far away in the sky.

The man was looking down at him with a calm face.

The boy looked around, as if to determine if the man was talking to him.

"Don't look at it, I'm talking to you. The middle-aged man continued.

"Who are you?" there was a hint of caution in the young man's eyes, and he didn't know why this person was talking to him for no reason.

"Don't worry, I have no ill will towards you, and besides, you don't have anything to care about. ”

When the young man thought about it, he was a beggar, and he didn't have anything to be greedy for others, but he still said carefully: "Is there something wrong?"

Seeing that the young man was still so vigilant, the middle-aged man didn't care, and continued: "I saw everything just now, and I also paid attention to you a few times, you are very good?"

The boy was confused, and did not understand what he meant by saying yes to a beggar.

The middle-aged man didn't care, and continued: "You have a good heart, do you want to change yourself?" and did not explain in detail what was good.

The young man's eyes lit up, and then it darkened again, he wanted to change all the time, he wanted to do a lot of things, he didn't want to give up easily, and he didn't allow himself to give up easily, but who would want to help him?

"Come with me, I can change you!"

The young man's face moved, but he still looked at the middle-aged man calmly and did not speak, as if he was thinking about what the middle-aged man said about it.

"There's a lot of hatred in your eyes. The middle-aged man said calmly.

The young man was shocked: "How do you know Lu Dao?" After all, he is a child, and he does not have enough life experience.

The middle-aged man didn't answer his words, and said calmly with his eyes: "Maybe I can give you what you want!"

The young man's eyes lit up again, anyway, he had nothing, maybe he would die in an unknown corner that day, maybe this was an opportunity.

So, the middle-aged man left, and a young beggar followed, disappearing into the city.

A city has disappeared and a beggar has disappeared, and no one cares about this world.