The young woman looked at the firewood and then at the child. She swallowed her throat and said embarrassedly: "Child...I have no money..."

"Please accept it, give it to you!" The child endured the hunger and cold and squeezed out a smile, handed the firewood into the young woman's hands. Another thunderous grunt came from his unscrupulous stomach.

The young woman looked at the child and tears flowed out again. Looking at the clothes that were laid in the cold wind and the straw sandals on her feet, the child's situation would never be much better than herself.

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

How could she bear to collect the firewood that this child relies on for survival, but she could not refuse. As a mother, how could she see her child being frozen? She cried, and the cruelty of reality made her accept the firewood that this poor child had no choice.

"Child, I... have nothing valuable. I'll give you this one to ward off evil spirits!" The young woman found a peach pit with the word "Zhao" engraved from her arms, which is the most common and cheapest ward off evil spirit ornaments for the poor.

The child put away the slightly slim gift, tightened his belt, smiled at the young woman, and turned around and left.

The young woman could only cry at the back in the wind and snow. Her child was frozen. The child He Chang was not a child, but he was just an age who was still arrogant in his mother's arms.

The warmth of human feelings is still ruthless, the snow falls and covers everything, and the eyebrows have turned white.

All this was seen in the eyes of the butler. He had already been numb to drive away countless homeless people. At this moment, he threw a copper coin at the child without saying a word and returned to the mansion. The rich and powerful door was slowly closed, like a humanity that was instantly opened, closing the door of his heart again.

It was snowing heavily, and thousands of lights were shining under the city gate in the dark night, a little light shining in the cold winter, in this small night market in Qingniu Town.

At the small noodle stall where business, the boss uncovered the lid of the pot and blew up the hot air. Bowls of hot noodle soup served on the table, and the guests at the table feasted. That was the highest enjoyment in the cold winter.

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

The child stayed in front of the stall for a short time, imagining the steaming noodle soup, the full feeling. The child shook his head, swallowed his saliva, tightened his belt and held his shoulders and arms to continue moving forward. His feet were already frozen unconsciously. Hunger made the cold like snow, and his body began to lose strength.

When we arrived at the end of the street, the owner of a pancake stall was about to pack it up and go home. The child found the only copper plate and said in a hoarse voice: "Boss, give me a pancake!"

"One?" The boss kept the stall and felt strange what a pancake was used to buy. At least three pancakes like this could satisfy their hunger. It was strange but the business still had to be done. The boss wrapped a pancake less than the size of his palm in paper and handed it to the child.

The child took the pancake and his eyes shone. He took it in his hand and nipped half of it with two bites. He chewed his two nostrils and breathed. Not to mention three, he could eat even five of them now.

He chewed in the cold wind, cherishing every bite of pancake, and 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.

People have many things to satisfy, but many times, some small things can be satisfied with the greatest satisfaction.

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

"The boss is good, good intentions will be rewarded. Good intentions will bring good luck in the future, and wealth will come!" At this time, a little beggar who was similar to his childhood walked past the opposite side, stretched out his broken bowl and walked over to ask the boss for it.

The boss encounters many beggars like this every day, and the boss drives away impatiently: "No, go away!"

"Boss, give me some food!" The little beggar pestered him, and he seemed very hungry.

"Go away!" The owner of the cake stall carried a basket of loads and prepared to finish work and go home.

The child held the cake and slowed down his chewing speed. Looking at the little beggar, he saw that the little beggar's eyes were sunken, and it seemed that he had never had a few full meals.

The little beggar was really hungry today and kept pestering the owner of the cake stall. It was too late that day. If he couldn't get something to eat, he would be hungry all night today.

The boss is also a businessman in the market. He has been meeting beggars who are asking for money for many years. Today's small businessmen will not pay attention to these beggars who are asking for money.

The boss's expression was very tough. The little beggar had no hope when he saw it. He lowered his broken bowl and was ready to go back.

when!

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

That's right, it was half a pancake that the child was cautiously reluctant to eat. The child wiped his mouth, chewed the remaining pancakes in his mouth, and left without looking back, leaving behind the cold wind, the boss and the little beggar who were also stunned.

The hungry beggar picked up half of the cake in the bowl like a tiger and wolf, swallowed it in big mouthfuls, and occasionally cast infinite gratitude towards the distant figure in the darkness.

The boss looked at the leaving figure, stunned for a long time, and then looked at the little beggar who ate the cakes clean and licked the cake residue at the bottom of the bowl.

The owner of the cake stall didn't say anything for a long time. He has lived for most of his life. He is accustomed to the indifference of the world in this ruthless world. Now, he slowly put down his burden, opened the covered basket, took out a cake and put it in the beggar's bowl.

The beggar looked at the boss with a sense of pancake. The owner of the cake stall silently picked up his basket and walked back.

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

"What?" The cake stall owner turned around.

"Looking through the cracks of the stone pile behind you..."

"What?" The boss looked at the pile of stones behind him and then looked at the little beggar, and saw the little beggar nodding at him.

The owner of the cake stall suspiciously put down the basket and dashed the pile of stones. A splash of copper items fell out. It was a splash of keys. He suddenly touched his body, and there was no trace of the key. The splash was exactly the key of his house.

"I saw you fall in the morning!"

The owner of the cake stall sucked and gasped. If he didn't have a key when he got home, he would have to be cold outside the house for at least half a night before breaking into the door. This matter is not over yet. He would have to repair the door and change the lock tomorrow. Without saying a word, he took out several cakes from the basket and put them in the little beggar's bowl.

The little beggar filled his stomach with all his heart. This night was no longer a hungry night. The owner of the cake stall quietly put the key in his pocket. This night was no longer a night full of troubles.

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

It was late at night and the wind and snow were even more violent. The child walked on the dark mountain road with difficulty. The snow had passed his knees and he was rubbing hard.

The night was terriblely dark, with only the shadows of ghostly trees around them, which were full of chilling wolf howls from the mountains. In an environment like this, children of such age would have been scared to tears. But the children did not. Facing the fear, he gritted his teeth and moved forward step by step. From Qingniu Town to the village, there were at least ten miles, and he was running around on this mountain road for the sake of life.

When they returned to the village, the lights of the houses were gone, and the child dragged his exhausted body back to his home. This was a simple thatched hut, perhaps the simple structure could no longer be described, it was just a thatched hut supported by a few tree trunks.

After the shoulder pole was placed on the door, perhaps this was the only thing the child brought back today. He drank half a scoop of cold water into the water tank and drank it with his teeth to relieve his still hunger.

The house was deserted and the walls were covered with broken walls, and the cold wind blew into it. The child carefully took off his straw sandals. At this time, his feet had already frozen and lost consciousness, but the blood bubbles on his feet were stuck together with the straw sandals, so it seemed a bit difficult to take off his shoes. As the saying goes, sell salt and drink light soup, and like this child who chops wood for the sake of giving birth, there is no warm fire at home. The quilt on the bed, which is as thick as a blanket, is everything the children rely on.

The night was getting colder and colder, and the cold and hunger were still suffering this poor child. He was tired in the quilt and endured with unimaginable perseverance...`````````````

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