The night frost
sha.. sha.. ! sah... !!!!! sha.. !!!!!!!!!
The footsteps approached. The small beggar slowly retreated to the alley, lifted the lid of the garbage can, hiding in the dirty smell.
sha.. sha.. ! sah... !!!!! sha.. !!!!!!!!!
But strangely, the sound of footsteps gradually went away. When the little beggar breathed a sigh of relief that he could live on --
"Ha ha! There you are! Big bad egg, see me today not good tidy up you ~~~!"
The girl's delicate voice rang out in the wide street. In addition to the girl's voice, four or five more children began to laugh.
The little beggar did not come out at once. He knew that patience and carefulness were the best way to see if a trap had been set. After about 30 minutes of waiting for the sound of the little girl still outside playing with her friends to come in, he slowly crawled out of the dumpster, leaned his back against the wall, and moved to the entrance of the alley.
On the street where a dozen adults with lights stood, a brown-haired girl of about ten in a big fuzzy coat and high thermal shoes was outside, playing with a group of children of similar ages. It seemed as if she was the center of the game, and everyone obeyed her, even the grown-ups, laughing at her commands.
Originally, is a game.
The heart of the little beggar put down, he put the knife into his arms, silently out of the alley, his back to those and he had no border with the big family of children, ready to step...
"Hey! Look at me! See you, you wretch, don't surrender! Surrender to the voice of justice, miss Ben walnut!"
"Ouch! Ouch! The male... Miss, please forgive me, please forgive me ~~~!"
An older boy ran in the direction of the little beggar as he dodged a snowball thrown by the girl. As the boy moved, the little girl immediately bent down, picked up a large piece of snow in her hands, slapped it, and chased the boy. She looked at the boy's body, had sex, and the snowball flew out.
The boy dodged, and with a snap, the snowball broke open the wall in front of the little beggar. The popup snowflakes hit the little beggar in the face.
The cold.
Snow, for the rich, is just a fun toy. But for those who struggle to survive, it is so cruel.
The little girl smiled and made a snowball and ran past the beggar. When she smelled a bad smell in her nose, she turned her head and a look of disgust came over her small face. She stopped, took three steps back, and then, centered on the little beggar, made a long circle and then ran away again, after the boy who played the villain.
When the little girl moved, all the others moved with her. The person who dress lavishly runs by the side of small beggar, formed a playground again in front of him, blocked his way home.
There was no expression on the little beggar's face. His eyes were as sharp and cold as before. He didn't think anything of it because it was normal. A rich man can do anything. How can a little man like himself stop playing and get out of the way and let him go back?
In his not very long life, he had seen his own life through and through. Low, low, no different from a rat, living every day just to live, waking up every morning thinking only about how to get today's food. Beyond that, he had no hope. Because that is not realistic, in addition to feeding their own belly, any other "hope" is just a rich man's own ridicule, he is impossible to achieve.
The road is blocked. The little beggar had to turn around again and walk on. His heavy steps, numbness and cold had driven away his sense of touch. Are your legs still there? He asked himself this question many times, even when he saw the ground moving beneath him.
Flying snow, erosion of the life of the candle fire. The consciousness of the little beggar became more and more confused. Just as his eyes were losing sight, a Red Cross sign caught his eye.
herbal medicine shop
He was standing in front of the "once upon a time" destination.
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The little beggar looked at this medicine shop coldly, its door had been closed, the thick rolling door was he could not open. He was standing in the middle of the storm, arms folded, hunched over like a hesitating dog.
Low trash just needs to take care of itself. Even if the biological parents, to save their own life can also be abandoned, let alone a pair of mother and daughter do not know? It was a stupid thing to do. There are only two ways in this world for such a fool, one, to be killed by nature. Two, was captured by the officers and men, and then killed by them.
The little beggar would not be such a fool. He stepped out again, ready to go round the apothecary, and return to his nest at the crossroads ahead.
Today's snowstorm, isn't it particularly violent?
Just as the little beggar stepped out, a blizzard suddenly hit him! The feet of small beggar is paralytic, through wind and snow a bump, be mothboned on the ground, dozen after a few roll, hard bump on the wall of medicine shop edge.
He can't walk any further.
If he stays here any longer, he'll freeze to death!
Death, it's terrible. It was dark and cold. Even the most humble life, also let the little beggar fear death. He struggled up against the wall. He wanted to find a place with a slightly higher temperature that would allow him to escape the storm. With this in mind, he looked up and looked about.
Soon he found it. Over his head, on the wall of the pharmacy, there was an ungrated window...
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The shop was dark and empty. The little beggar took out the knife and tapped the glass with the handle. After making sure no one was out, he made a slight effort, broke the window near the bolt, opened it, and climbed in.
The room was still cold, but much better than the wind and snow outside. The little beggar was sneaking along the shelves with a knife. He waited until he was tucked away in a dark, unassuming corner, where he crouched, waiting with bated breath...
One minute... Two minutes... Three minutes...
Five minutes... Ten minutes... Fifteen minutes...
Fifteen minutes passed and no one came out. The door between the drugstore and the boss's room, which was in charge of isolation, was closed as if dead, and there was no movement. Under this, the little beggar just stood up from the corner, shaking off the body has formed a small icicle, carefully walked to the pharmacy shelf.
"Who did I think it was, a thief?"
Is there anything more frightening than hearing a stranger call you in the dark?
The theft was found, the little beggar did not care about anything, turned around is a stab in the past. But the other side obviously knows how to deal with a boy with a blunt knife, only a twist, the little beggar's knife fell, and press to the ground.
"Well, don't be nervous. I don't want to hurt you."
The little beggar's brain was racing, thinking of the meaning in the other person's words. It was not the apothecary's voice, to be honest, and the strength of the other's hand was not like that of the portly one. Now is forced, it is better to calm down first, wait for the other side to relax and then take the knife to escape.
With that in mind, the little beggar stopped struggling. And the other side saw the little beggar did not struggle, is also a cold hum, his body turned over.
He was a man of about thirty. His thick eyebrows were his most striking feature. The man leaned in, looked at the little beggar and snorted again, saying, "who are you and why are you here?"
The little beggar did not answer. It is always the most convenient thing to be dumb before confirming the other person's intentions.
Thick eyebrow again hummed 1: "don't answer? It doesn't matter. Your name doesn't matter to me. Now, stand up."
His thick eyebrows pulled the beggar by the back of his neck and lifted him up. Then he dragged the little beggar straight up to the door that led to the shopkeeper's room and pulled it open...
The pungent smell of blood.
With the help of the flashlight in the hands of the thick eyebrows, and then, the scene of the dead medicine shop owner lying on the bed covered in blood, reflected the sight of the little beggar.
He was killed. But before the little beggar could react, he thrust something into his hand with thick eyebrows, pushed him into the room, and laughed. "this guy is a competitor of another drugstore owner," he said. I am so lucky to have your little angel to help me. Then, please come and deal with the officers and men. Oh, by the way, senagar is a border city with a reputation for bad security. So would the soldiers listen to you and scout... Well, I can't promise."
With that, the door banged shut. Then the little beggar heard the shrill alarm in the shop, and the eardrums were deafened.
The little beggar got up from the ground and looked at his hands. It was a bloody knife, with blood all over his hands. Then he looked at the shop owner next to him, his lifeless body slumped on the bed, his eyes wide open, his eyes closed in death.
The little beggar did not panic or swear at his situation. Because it's normal, it's common sense. The weak have to be killed, no brains and ability of the people deserve to be framed. The person who is deceived should not blame the deceiver, but only himself for not being careful enough. Being able to kill someone and then blame it on someone else and run away is the right thing to do in this dog-eat-dog world. He would have done the same.