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    In the winter of 1986, eight-year-old Hu Jiaying came to X City barefoot.

    At that time, she was not called Hu Jiaying, her name was Xu Han.  When Xu Han came to this city for the first time, he saw college students filling the streets.  She wanted to cross the bridge, but she saw that the bridge was crowded with people, standing or sitting, holding flags and banners carried on bamboo poles with many large characters written on them.  Standing stupidly at the end of the bridge, she felt that the bridge under her feet was trembling with their footsteps.

    Someone saw her and dropped two coins at her feet, which made her run away in fright.

    She was only wrapped in a dirty singlet, and there were bright red rashes on her exposed skin. Her messy hair was full of black mud and fleas, and she smelled like a rat emerging from the sewer.

    But Xu Han knew that those on the bridge did not treat her as a mouse.

    They treat her like a beggar.

    Ten days later, the deep winter in the south came quietly.

    The shops under the old arcade street hung up New Year¡¯s goods and opened before dawn. The shop owners took bamboo brooms to sweep away the dust in front of the door, and also swept away the beggars huddled in the corridor.  They usually use the sky as their quilt and the earth as their furnace.  Occasionally, I would put two newspapers under my body, sleep in the smell of ink, and die in the smell of ink.

    The proprietress of the steamed stuffed bun shop brought out the steamer and caught a glimpse of a small figure huddled at the foot of the wall beside the shop. The newspaper under her body was rustled by the wind sliding across the floor.  She walked out of the shop and took a closer look, and found that it was a girl, huddled motionless with her knees in her arms, her bare feet covered with hideous frostbite.

    "Hey, Xilu?" The proprietress picked up the rolling pin and carefully bent down to poke her, "Is it dead?"

    The unkempt little girl still didn't move, her thin body was stiff, and she didn't know whether it was just skin and bones or her limbs had been frozen.  At this time, the boss came out, stretched his neck and took a look, "What's the matter?"

    "I don't know" He patted the girl's arm with the rolling pin again. Seeing that she didn't respond at all, the boss lady hesitated and muttered: "It seems to be dead"

    It¡¯s really unlucky to encounter a dead person just after opening.

    The boss quickly wrapped himself in his coat and ran out to find someone to carry the body.  The proprietress turned around and went into the shop to wash the rolling pin. When she came out, she could no longer see the hard body of the little beggar, only the cold newspapers tumbling away towards the end of the corridor.

    When I looked up again, I found that the steamer piled higher than a person was missing steamed buns.

    Xu Han hugged the steamed bun and ran forward as hard as she could.

    The scalding heat came out of the cage, soaking her clothes and burning her chest red.  The sharp stones on the roadside pierced the purple chilblains, pierced the soles of her feet, and dug into the soles of her feet.  Her toes were curled up in pain, but she didn't dare to cry out in pain, let alone stop.

    But she didn¡¯t run past the second corner in the end.

    The boss brought someone back and happened to bump into her head-on.  The buns were scattered all over the floor. Xu Han closed her eyes and felt fists hitting her. The buns were rolling, and so was she.  The difference is that Baozi can't bark, she can bark.  He screamed until his throat became hoarse and there was no sound anymore.

    They threw her to the smelly ditch under the bridge pier.  After nightfall, something slippery crawled across her face. She woke up and realized she was still alive.  The moonlight was cold, and what slipped through her fingers was an earth-colored water snake. She raised her eyelids and saw a man swollen by sewage lying next to her, with fat white bugs coming out of his eyes.  , arching the body bit by bit.

    She wanted to vomit, but her stomach was so empty that she couldn't even spit out a sip of sour water.

    After a long time, she moved her fingers and slowly climbed onto the man whose face was so swollen that her facial features could not be seen clearly.

    She found a fifty-cent coin in his trouser pocket.

    There is a steamed stuffed bun shop in the night market in Qiaoxi. There is a piece of cardboard standing at the door of the shop. It says: Meat buns are 10 cents or 1 tael, 1 or 2 taels.

    Xu Han gave the 50-cent coin to the proprietress, and the proprietress gave her two steamed buns.  She broke open the white dough with red, swollen and trembling hands, revealing cabbage inside.

    There was a big black dog standing at the entrance of the alley, barking at her.  She ran and the dog chased her.  The stuffing dropped from the opened buns, and the cabbage fell to the ground. The big black dog stopped, stretched out its bright red tongue and licked it into his mouth.

    In the end, Xu Han hid under the bridge pier and looked at the swollen corpse in the dark, shivering, gagging, and wolfing down the cold buns.  The buns are salty, half dough and half tears.

    It was the coldest night that winter, and Xu Han fell asleep in the stench.

    At dawn the next day, she opened her eyes.

    She found oneI climbed up the bridge with a stone like an awl, staggered towards the quiet market on the west side of the bridge.

    By the time it gets slightly brighter, the breakfast shop gradually becomes lively.  Someone found the big black dog owned by the tailor's shop dead in the alley.  Something made a big hole in the dog's neck, piercing its purple tongue, and scarlet blood gurgled out.

    The old tailor ran out, threw himself in front of the big black dog and howled like he was mourning his heir.

    At noon, he cooked a big meal for his grandson.

    The little grandson ate the meat fed by his grandfather and wiped the oil off his fingers: "Grandpa, what kind of meat is this?"

    The old tailor wiped his mouth and told him with a smile that it was dog meat.

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    In those years, when she died, no one cried for her.

    When a dog dies, it is like mourning a heir.

    Her life is worse than that of a dog.

    But when the dog dies, no matter how sad the owner is, he will still smile when he kills it and feeds it to his beloved, who is more important than the dog.

    Only oneself knows whether the world is warm or cold.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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