: The first year story 001, the overture to the cold

Dark city, dirty city.
Senag, such a small border city, seems to be the abbreviation of this world. Those with money, those with power, all have those gorgeous homes, surrounded by attendants, delicious food, and warm beds to enjoy at night. And if there is no money and power, then you are a dog and a worm. Sometimes, you are not even as good as bugs and dogs, just like garbage. And such people can basically only be dismissed as poor by those high-ranking rich, or—
criminal.
Today, there is also a small figure hiding in a dark alley. A pair of cold and merciless eyes, looking coldly at the crowd coming and going outside. In his arms, he held a sharp knife.
This is a boy about ten years old, with long black hair almost covering his face, only showing the pair under the hair, so that everyone who has seen it can't help but shake eyes.
He is a beggar. A little beggar in ragged clothes and dirty, with black dust on his hands. Those obviously still a little immature faces, but there is a kind of experience and vicissitudes that ordinary boys of the same age can't match. Especially his eyes, these eyes have lost their innocence prematurely, and they are full of desire and ruthlessness at the moment. These eyes stared at every pedestrian in the past, stared at their wallets, stared at the pocket watch on the man, stared at the jewelry on the woman. All kinds of valuable things have become the target of his eyes scanning.
"Goo..."
The belly of the little beggar was crying. The feeling of hunger made his eyes colder and sharper. Today, he is no longer a ten-year-old child, but a hungry wolf. What laws and ethics are all left behind by him now. Those things are just the fallacies used by the powerful to suppress him, but they can't fill his stomach at all!
Finally, the prey of the little beggar appeared. His goal is a well-dressed obese woman in her thirties. At this moment, the woman stopped in front of a grocery store, leisurely choosing goods. After she had chosen the product she was satisfied with, the fat woman took out her purse from her arms and opened...
At that moment, he moved!
Like lightning, this little beggar is like an attacking wolf, rushing towards the fat woman! Before the fat woman could react, she grabbed the wallet in the fat woman's hand and was about to flee! The fat woman was startled at first, and then immediately noticed that her wallet had been robbed, and began to call loudly!
Pedestrians all around looked sideways, and a patrolling soldier was even more precise, stepping forward and grabbing the little beggar. The soldier gave a wicked smile, opened his big fan of his hand to the little beggar's face with a palm, and immediately hit half of his face into red and swollen.
"Sucky boy, stealing things? Don't kill me!"
The little beggar didn't make a sound, and the eyes covered by the long hair did not have the slightest fear, on the contrary, there was a layer of hatred. Without hesitation, he drew the knife from his arms, raised his hand, and stabbed the soldier's thigh. The soldier only felt a cold on his legs and hurriedly let go of the little beggar and backed away! With a touch of his hand, the blood in his hand immediately made his eyes red! But when he looked up again, where was the shadow of that little beggar?

There is nothing else in this town, but the dark alleys are always its main theme. The little beggar was panting, hiding in the alley, watching the situation outside vigilantly. After confirming that no one was coming after him, he randomly wiped the blood-stained knife on his dirty clothes and put it in his arms.
He opened his wallet with excitement, but only found a magic crystal card. In response, the little beggar gritted his teeth bitterly, and directly broke the magic crystal card with his hand. Without the identification of the owner, even if there are a million Sura hidden in the magic crystal card, it is still impossible to retrieve a single child!
"Goo.............................."
The stomach is even more hungry.
The little beggar dropped his wallet casually, and after a short rest, he started looking for a new target again. He had no father and no mother, he knew from the time he was sensible that he could not fill his stomach without money in this world. In order to survive here, in addition to your actions fast enough, your heart must be ruthless.
Must have... the fierceness to be ready to kill at any time.
He turned over the knife from a trash can. So far, the knife has been stained with blood from countless people. There were the blood of other beggars who fought with him for food, and the blood of the owner who lost his wallet. Of course, there is also the blood of those soldiers. Because people are weak and weak, so far, the little beggar still cannot kill with this blunt knife. However, this day is probably coming soon. As he grows older, as he grows stronger. The moment of real "killing", it won't be far away.
The little beggar squeezed the knife in his arms, he had already prepared everything to survive, and he had done enough psychological preparations for "killing". As long as he can fill his stomach, he would rather do anything!
Time, walking every minute and every second. As the sun gradually reached dusk, the little beggar still did not find a suitable prey again. The number of soldiers patrolling the streets gradually increased, and some beggars who, like him, robbed and robbed in order to survive, were caught by the soldiers. And the most refreshing punishment the soldiers gave to the thief was to draw out their swords and chop off their hands on the spot. In those scenes, the little beggar has seen it many times since childhood.
Calm, patient, attentive, and cruel. This is what he learned from the blood lessons of his "companions".
The sun has become more inclined. And the number of soldiers on patrol on the road has become more and more. If this continues, I am afraid that there will be no gain today. Without gain, it means that you have to be hungry, endure the cold and hunger, and welcome the slow fall of night.
Cold and hunger are the prelude to death. The little beggar has seen too many people, and under the threat of these two things, he never moves.
In the sky, a heavy snow drifted slowly. The snowflakes in the dark always carry a hazy beauty...a murderous beauty.
The little beggar shivered, and hunger was gradually depriving him of his little power. He looked up at the sky, rubbing his hands, and sneaked out of the alley in the dark.
There were not many people on the street. Even the soldiers on patrol hid in the camp under the threat of the heavy snow, and did not dare to come out. Only in a blink of an eye, the street was covered with a thin white carpet. The little beggar rubbed his hands, stepped on a pair of thin cloth shoes that had long been worn and could not be broken, and walked to the other side of the road...
In the fragrant bakery, there is the food that will allow him to survive tonight.
The little beggar rubbed his hands and hid in the corner. Those calm eyes stared at the bakery. The toast in the glass showcase was exuding an attractive fragrance, which made his stomach scream louder.
"Oh, you are welcome to come again!"
A customer walked out of the bakery, and the paper bag in his arms was filled with bread. The shop owner sent him out with a big smile, rubbing his fat hands on the apron.
The little beggar snorted, took out the knife in his arms and followed behind the guest. His eyes were fixed on the man walking with the paper bag full of bread, and he looked at the paper bag for a while and his waist for a while. He is thin and thin, and this guest seems to be tall. If he wants to successfully capture the bread, he must knock him down with a single blow.
The little beggar followed behind the man and walked slowly. The snow in the sky is falling even more, and the big snow almost completely freezes people. The man tightened his leather jacket, reached into the paper bag, took out a round bread, and took a bite. Seeing him eating the bread, the little beggar's eyes became colder and his hand holding the knife tightened. Finally, when the two of them walked to an alley with no people, the little beggar suddenly activated his speed, straightened the knife in his hand, and stabbed the man in the back!
"Puff!"
With a soft sound, the knife hit the handle. A hint of joy flashed in the little beggar's eyes. But before he was happy, the man suddenly yelled and jumped forward, all the bread in his hands was scattered on the ground! He turned around, looked at the little beggar holding the blade in horror, and reached out to touch his waist. After he felt the blood, his eyes were filled with hatred and curse! He picked up a stick on the side of the road, waved and called the little beggar!
It turned out that this man was wearing a thick leather jacket. But the little beggar's knife was too frustrating. This sting only hurt the opponent's flesh, but did not completely bring the opponent down! The little beggar was shocked, facing the wooden stick he hit, he hurriedly rolled on the ground and avoided. Looking at the person in front of him who was waving a wooden stick, he knew that if he was caught by the opponent, he would be killed immediately!
At this moment, the little beggar first thought of escape. However, his footsteps stopped immediately after taking a step. His eyes fell on the bread that was scattered on the ground. Without them, even if he had escaped, he would be destined to die tonight! After thinking about the flash, the little beggar turned his head and rushed over, picking up a piece of bread on the ground under the chase of the man, stepping on the snow, and fleeing like flying away.

The little beggar grabbed the piece of bread covered with snow and hid in the dark alleys panting. At this moment, the sky is completely dark and the snowflakes are getting bigger and bigger. He held his breath and listened to any movement outside. After he was sure that the person was not chasing him, he was truly relieved and collapsed on the snow.
The most dangerous time has passed. The night will provide him with the best refuge. The little beggar walked into the depths of the alley and sat down behind a pile of garbage. It's dirty and messy here. But the messier the mess, the more it can be guaranteed that no one will come here and disturb his eating.
The little bread had been frozen and stiff, and the little beggar with his fingers numb could not even detect the softness of the bread. However, these do not matter. He looked at the prey in his hand, swallowed his saliva, opened his mouth with joy, and was about to bite...
"Woo-! woo-! woo-!"
suddenly! A burst of baby crying refreshed the little beggar's spirit! Like a wild dog protecting food, he put the bread into his arms, and his alert ears and eyes looked straight in the direction of the cry. Through the hazy snow light, he could vaguely see that a man covered in a black cloak was sitting deeper in the alley. And the cry of the baby seemed to come from that person's arms.
Hearing the baby's cry, the person in the black cloak immediately seemed a little nervous. From the sound of constant humming and comfort, it seemed to be a woman. Moreover, she is still a young woman. The woman continued to comfort the cry in her arms, her voice seemed a little anxious. Through the black cloak, the little beggar could vaguely see a small body exposed from the cloak.
A baby.
The little beggar looked at the woman silently, alert. The bread in his arms is his food. If anyone dares to grab it, he will never stingy with the knife in his hand! Even if the other party is a woman!
After a long stalemate, the little beggar found that the woman didn't seem to come over to her own bread. She just kept coaxing the baby in her arms, but her voice became more and more choked. It seemed that something sad was sinking in her chest and couldn't let go.
The little beggar breathed a sigh of relief and didn't bother about the woman again. In this way, countless people starve to death on the street. As long as you are a human being, you only need to take care of yourself. If others are dead or alive, what do they do?
He took the loaf of bread from his arms again, looked at the oily crust, swallowed greedily. This piece of bread is not too big, he has to chew it slowly and eat it, and definitely not waste any detail worthy of taste. After appreciating, he opened his mouth again and was about to bite...
"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!"
The baby's crying became louder than before! And this cry also stopped the hand that the little beggar was about to send into his mouth abruptly! He turned his head and looked at the woman over there. I saw her face even more anxiously coaxing the baby in her arms, as if trying to prevent her from crying! But the baby was crying louder and louder, and he didn't mean to stop at all.
The little beggar looked at the woman and then at the baby in her arms. Finally, his eyes focused on the piece of bread in his hand.
This piece of bread is really small...almost only the size of a ten-year-old's slap...If you eat it whole, you may not starve. But if you share it with others...
The little beggar shook his head fiercely, then turned around and turned his back to the woman and the baby girl. Ruthlessly, he put the bread into his mouth and took a big bite.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
The bread is very fragrant, it has been completely cold, and the hard bread that is still frozen is so sweet in the mouth. But after just such a bite, the little beggar realized that the cry of the baby coming from behind was slowly weakening. At the same time, there was the woman's increasingly anxious tone.
The little beggar swallowed the bread in his mouth, and his stomach became even hungry. But before continuing to bite, he turned around and looked at the woman behind him. I saw that her expression was obviously in a state of panic, and the baby in her arms became lighter and weaker...
The little beggar turned his head and looked at the bread in his hand. Afterwards, he turned around again and looked at the woman over there and the baby in her arms...
The little beggar turned his head fiercely, squatted over there resolutely ignored, and continued to hold this little piece of bread. He kept telling himself that there is no warmth in this world. Everything depends on yourself! If you starve to death, you must not blame others for not giving yourself alms, but you must blame yourself for not being able to shoot, steal, or cheat! When he was hungry and cold, did anyone give himself a piece of bread, a sura? No, no one! This is how I came here since I was sensible, and that's how I saw it! He has seen this world clearly, this is definitely not a world that allows people who give charity to others to survive!
The baby's cry finally disappeared. A cruel smile appeared on the corner of the little beggar's mouth, as if revenge, and took another bite of the bread.
The bread... is still so sweet. Its skin is still so crisp and the taste is still so full. But why, this bite does not have the satisfaction of the previous bite?
The little beggar looked at the piece of bread in his hand with doubts. It still has more than half left. At this time, the cry of the little girl behind her finally disappeared...
The little beggar raised his head suddenly! He turned around quickly, looking at the direction the woman was in almost incredible! The woman had already cried into tears, her dry fingers protruding from under the cloak tremblingly stroking the baby's cheek. The falling snow has dyed her black cloak white.
It was... desperate white.
The little beggar stood up abruptly and rushed to the woman's side at a faster rate than before! He leaned his head and looked into the woman's arms, and saw that the little baby lying in it was already pale, closed his eyes and stopped crying. The little beggar was startled, and an inexplicable sense of guilt immediately ignited in his chest. Then, without thinking about it, he handed the remaining bread to the woman.
"Eat it and breastfeed him."
The woman raised her tearful eyes, and when she saw that there was a beggar about ten years old standing in front of her, the original warning in her eyes disappeared. She looked at the bread in the little beggar's hand, but shook her head. Instead, she picked up the baby in her arms slightly and said anxiously: "Child, can you soften the noodles and feed my daughter? She...she's going to die!"