Seeing a figure crouching in the corner, the man's arms shook with fright, and the car hit the wall. He braked quickly and jumped out of the car.

"You little baby, what are you doing here so late at night when you're not sleeping at home? Where are your mom and dad?" When the man saw that he was a child, he immediately yelled and cursed, and he was half drunk.

The child in the corner moved, and his thin shoulders slowly turned around. At this moment, the streetlight flashed quickly again, and the young man took a step back in fright, and swore a curse word in his mouth.

The little girl looked very smart and cute, but her face was as pale as if she hadn't been exposed to sunlight for a long time, and her voice sounded timid, "I don't have a home, only this."

She looked down at a small box in her arms and said in a very soft voice, "I have no home."

The man sighed. During the Wenhua Revolution, too many people had their wives and children separated, and the most pitiful ones were these children, who lost their families without understanding anything.

"It's too dangerous to be alone at night now. Let's do this. You stay at my house and you leave tomorrow. I'm poor too. I have nothing and I can't afford to support you." The man sighed and pushed his bicycle from the corner.

He walked a few steps on his own.

A cold wind blew behind him, and he felt a chill on his back. He subconsciously turned his head and saw the little girl standing holding the small scarlet box.

Half of her face was in the orange light of the street lamp, and half of her face was in shadow. The dark blue cotton robe she was wearing seemed to be hidden in the darkness.

"Are you going yet?" The man was startled and couldn't help but take a step back, thinking to himself, this is not like encountering the living dead.

The little girl nodded gently and followed him with the scarlet box, her footsteps so light that she could not hear the sound.

The man looked at her feet specifically and saw that they were actually stepping on the ground and there were shadows. Then he really felt relieved and pushed the bicycle and took the child back to his small, dilapidated apartment.

"You sleep on the bed, I'll sleep on the sofa." After entering the apartment, he lit a candle. Looking at the little girl's face that was dimly illuminated by the candle light, he lit another candle and felt that the room was much brighter.

, he then walked towards a very broken blue sofa next to the window.

He watched the little girl walk to the table, put the red box on the table, then turned around and walked to the bed, without taking off her shoes, and just slept in her clothes.

"Why don't you take off your shoes?" He muttered in the dark, but he was a little afraid of hearing the little girl's voice, so the other party just turned his body face up and did not speak.

The man watched the little girl lying on her back on the bed, her hands folded on her chest, motionless. He suppressed the strange feeling in his heart and fell asleep in a daze.

In the middle of the night, he woke up for the first time from his usual deep sleep. He swallowed hard and felt as if his throat was burning.

He got up. One candle had been burned out, leaving only the flickering flame that was about to go out. The other candle was almost the same. He walked quickly to the edge of the table, grabbed the cup next to the table and took a sip of water. He felt

Sensing that the water tasted wrong, he lowered his head.

"What is this?" He reached out and stirred the wine glass, then put his finger close to the firelight and looked carefully. He saw some granular white powder standing on his finger.

At this moment, he caught a glimpse of a small voice from the corner of his eye, "Ah!" He yelled and ran to the side, looking at the little girl standing behind him in surprise and anger, who had been looking at him quietly.
Chapter completed!