Frozen heart

The little beggar was stunned, feel very strange. If this woman has no milk, why doesn't she feed her daughter with soft bread instead of begging me to be such a beggar?

But the fact has not allowed the little beggar to think much, he quickly tore off a small piece of bread into his mouth, with soft saliva. The bread is still sweet, but in the mouth, but to the little beggar is not allowed to swallow, but also spit out, that is really a very difficult thing.

"Hum!"

He gritted his teeth, and at last he wiped his hands clean with the snow on the ground and caught the bread in his mouth, which was almost liquid. To the baby girl's mouth. After her mother helped open her mouth, the beggar finally got the food into her mouth.

The little beggar kept feeding. Bite off the bread, soft, and put it in the baby girl's mouth. His stomach was still screaming, and the sweetness of his mouth was still tempting him to swallow. But he could not swallow the food in his hand as he watched the little girl's face gradually return to ruddy color.

Finally, the baby girl stopped eating. She closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep. The little beggar exhaled, looked at the hand has removed more than half of the bread, frowned. Finally, gritting his teeth, he handed the woman the only bread he had left.

"Give it to you. Don't let her starve again."

The woman looked at the little beggar in front of her quietly. She could hear the sound of his stomach, and she could see how reluctant he was to give up this little piece of bread in his hands. However, this child still handed out the food in order to save his daughter ...

After a moment's reflection, the woman pulled down her cloak and showed her whole face. With those snow fall, the little beggar finally see clearly, the true face of this woman!

She's not very old; she certainly doesn't look more than twenty! Even at the age of the little beggar, he could see that the sister was really beautiful, almost suffocating! If I were any adult man in the world, I would be immediately crazy about this face! Fortunately, however, the beggar was not old enough to be interested in the opposite sex, so he had no other ideas except that his sister was beautiful.

"Do you know me? Young."

The little beggar's expression was frozen from the beginning. He stepped back and stood aside. "I don't know you. I'm better off than you, and you're not going to use your name to make me respect you."

The woman was relieved to hear that the little beggar did not know her. She reached into her arms as if to take something, but on second thoughts her hand stopped.

(the boy doesn't seem to have a bad nature when he saves my daughter with the food he has left alive. But before that, his actions were more selfish and hostile than tolerant and forgiving. And there was the smell of blood on the knife in his arms... No, it wasn't that simple. No matter how urgent the situation is, you can't just let it go...

Just when the woman hesitated, she suddenly realized that there was something wrong with the baby girl in her arms! When she looked down, she saw that the baby's face was redder than ever, and she looked sickly and weak. Reach out and touch her forehead... God hot! It seems that the snow let her infected with the cold!

Seeing the woman's anxious face again, the little beggar was also surprised and came forward. When he saw the woman touching the little girl's head and looking sad, he knew everything at once!

" don't you have sulla with you? Hurry up and get some medicine!"

The little beggar's voice seemed anxious too, but the young mother shook her head and looked puzzled.

The baby girl's condition seemed to get worse and worse, as she exhaled and inhaled more frequently and more rapidly. The closed eyes seemed unable to open!

The little beggar bit his teeth and turned to go to the entrance of the alley. The woman saw the little beggar to go, hurriedly asked aloud: "child, where are you going?"

"Medicine shop."

"You have sulla?"

"I have a knife."

Upon hearing the beggar's answer, the female's expression immediately gloomed. But when the little beggar didn't turn his head back and ran to the drug store in the face of the snow and wind, the gloomy face of the woman gradually disappeared ...

"I can't blame the boy... That he would risk his life for you is the best promise..."

The woman picked up the baby girl and kissed her gently on the forehead. Then she stretched out her dry hand, which did not match her beautiful face at all, and stroked the snow gently, and the flakes rose and floated in midair.

"Go, protect that boy, and don't let anything happen to him or anyone else."

The snowflakes circled in the air and, like lightning, darted out of the alley toward the little beggar. After the snowflakes left, the mother reached out again and recited the mantra. A white ball of light, gradually emerged in her palm.

As the ball of light neared the baby girl, her breathing became much smoother. See, the little girl's fever slowly receded, until the daughter's breathing returned to normal, the woman was relieved, a release, the palm of the light ball also dissipated...

"Children... I'm sorry... Mom and dad can't take care of you anymore... I don't know if you're going to hate us or not, but mom may have to trust you to that baby today for your safety... Would you please... Don't resent mom and dad..."

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Cold and dark, make this street can give the only feeling. The beggar stroked the knife in mo's arms, for holding the handle gave him more courage to step into the snow again.

The coarse linen shoes on his feet were completely worn out, and his toes were sticking out of them, hard and purple from the snow. Coming out of the safe haven of the alley into the big street outside, the little beggar gave it some serious thought. Because it's too cold and unsafe outside.

It's snowing harder.

The ground is covered with a thick layer of snow, a foot down, you can step a hole.

The little beggar kept rubbing his arms, carefully putting the last piece of bread, almost the size of a knuckle, into his mouth, closed his mouth, and moistened it with spittle. He dared not bite, still less swallow. This small piece of cold, stone-like bread was his only food now, and he could not bear to eat it for nothing, but to taste it carefully, to fight the cold outside.

The little figure was walking in the street, which was really a little wide for him. He leaned against the wall, moving slowly forward like a mouse. Wasting your strength on a night like this is like killing yourself. If you don't want the soldiers patrolling the streets tomorrow to see the frozen body of a little beggar lying by the side of the road, it's safer and faster to walk slowly than to run.

Crack, crack, crack...

What time is it already? Look at the quartz clock at the intersection... It's eight o 'clock. By this time he was hiding from the wind and snow in the nest of rags under the bridge. It was like a furnace to him. But now he walked slowly here, to the pharmacy.

............... Why?

Unconsciously, the little beggar suddenly asked himself such a question.

Why should I take medicine for a baby I don't know? What's the other's business? Since born in this world, each person is responsible for his own life, not because he is a baby, she can not assume that she is still taken care of by others.

Yeah, why take care of her? She died because she was not worthy to live. It was no use taking the risk for her, and going to the pharmacy with a dull knife in my cold, numb hands. After all, I don't know what kind of medicine can cure the baby's disease. Why?

White snow, like a baptism, fell on the little beggar's head, shoulders. Like this terrible white world, the little beggar's heart also gradually cold down. Instead of moving, he stopped and turned. He no longer wanted to go back to the alley. He just wanted to get back to his nest quickly, to cover himself with the quilt, and to sleep against the cold and hunger of the outside world.

"Goo............"

So hungry... I wish I had not given her the bread.

The little beggar began to walk back. His toenails had been cracked, but the blood had been frozen for a short time. His feet grew numb and he lost feeling in his fingers. If he doesn't get back to the nest soon, he'll freeze to death.

"You wretch! Where do you want to escape to? The angel of justice is waiting for you here!"

All of a sudden! From behind came the cry of a little girl! The little beggar started, his frozen feet flew away, pushed him into a nearby alley filled with rotting garbage, and hid.

The little beggar knew his identity, a burglar, a robber. I believe that soon, I will become a murderer. Those cruel soldiers and those cruel armors have filled the world of his vigilance, making him like a cockroach who can't see anyone.

"Hum! You think I can't see you out there? Come out! You're not coming out, are you? Ok, I'll come and get you out ~~~!"

The little girl's voice rang out again. Hearing this, the little beggar reached into his arms and grasped the sharp knife. His heart was beating, not because he was nervous about the possibility of killing a little girl with the knife, but because he was afraid that if he could not kill her, if he were caught by her adult, he would die.

... The snow, continues to drift.