C1 Juvenile Nameless

This was an ancient city, and there were a few great families within the city. They controlled the city's economy and politics, as well as other major lifeline. This was where the story began …

In the morning, just as the sun was rising, the shops on both sides of the street had already opened. There were more and more pedestrians on the street as well. There were more and more peddlers talking and bargaining. It was getting more and more lively.

With a "peng" sound, he said, "Damn beggar, you actually dare to sleep in front of my shop. Scram!" A big bearded man kicked a small boy far away from the door.

The little boy got up from the ground and looked at the burly man angrily. The burly man said, "Get lost now, do you still need me to send you away?"

The boy turned around and limped towards a trash can. When he saw that someone had thrown quite a few things in the trash, he leaned over the top of the trash can and looked inside. Suddenly, a smile appeared on his face.

The little boy reached into the trash can and took out a piece of moldy bread. He used Xiao Hei's hand to wipe the dust off of it before walking to a corner and eating it with relish.

The little boy looked about seven or eight years old. His clothes were shabby and he was covered in filth.

This little boy was called Wu Ming, he had lost both his parents when he was young, and was picked up by a kind grandmother on the street.

It was a cold winter morning and a light snow was falling outside. The grandma had just finished selling things on the street and was pushing a small cart home. After a while, she saw a quilt in front of her. The grandmother curiously walked up to it and opened it to find that it was a baby boy. The baby boy's face was frozen purple.

With a pained heart, the grandma wrapped the blanket around herself, hugged the baby boy in her arms, and continued to push the cart home with one hand. The old granny was called Sun Xiuxiu. Her husband had died less than two months after their marriage. She had no children and no daughters. She had never sought out the other party again as she lived a poor life.

When they got home, the grandma put the baby on the kang and covered it with two quilts. The grandma opened the quilt and took off her clothes to get under it. She held the baby in her arms and warmed the baby with her body.

An hour later, the baby began to cry, and the grandmother knew that the baby was saved. Only then did the grandma take a closer look at the baby boy. The baby boy looked pretty good, with a white face.

The grandma liked this baby immediately. Since she didn't know who the biological parents of the baby boy were, the grandma gave him a name — — Wu Ming. Like this, the old granny went out to sell vegetables every day and had to cook and wash Wu Ming's clothes when she came back. Gradually, Wu Ming grew up.

However, when Wu Ming was 7 years old, the old granny caught a cold. She knew that she might not live much longer. The old granny let Wu Ming leave in fear of recruiting Wu Ming, but Wu Ming refused to leave no matter what.

From then on, Wu Ming started picking up trash, changing the money to treat the old granny's illness and buying food for the old granny. Every day, Wu Ming would leave early and return late. But when Wu Ming was eight years old, his grandma died. From then on, Wu Ming began to live his own life.

Wu Ming still left early every day and came back late. He picked up trash and sold them to support himself. However, there were only a few people throwing trash around recently, so Wu Ming wasn't as full as before.

Sometimes, they would eat a meal all day, and sometimes, they wouldn't even have anything to eat. Wu Ming had been like this for four years. Now Wu Ming is 12 years old.

Today, when Wu Ming was rummaging through the trash can, he accidentally saw a package. Wu Ming opened the package and found a book and a small ball that were neither gold nor silver. Wu Ming put the book in his pocket and looked at the ball.

Wu Ming is still a teenager, the heart of love still exists, so Wu Ming put the ball clean in his pocket. He continued to rummage, but it was this book and this little ball that changed Wu Ming's life.