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Chapter 7 Li Huai's Home
01
Far mountains, mountain cities.

I don't know which year's New Year's Day morning, the sound of firecrackers in the distance kept ringing.The silver-white auspicious snow on the ground symbolizes a good harvest this year. For most people, this year is undoubtedly a year full of joy.

But to the child, that year was like many others, nothing but humiliation, misery, and hunger.

In this world, he doesn't have a close person, and he doesn't have a day of peace and prosperity.

In this world, he has nothing at all.

The happiest and happiest time for others is the most painful and lonely time for him.

He hid alone in a grass hut at the foot of the mountain, red flowers, fresh fruits, new clothes, firecrackers, dumplings, braised pork and lucky money, all of which belonged to other children, and he never dreamed of getting them.

Although a little girl in red wrapped a chicken leg, two pieces of roast meat, three oil cakes, four marinated eggs, and five or six rolls of sugar cakes in a red silk scarf, she came quietly and gave them to him. But he was driven away.

He doesn't want others to pity him, and he doesn't want others' handouts.

The little girl left crying, and scattered chicken legs, roast meat, oil cakes, marinated eggs, and sugar cakes on the snow-covered hillside. As long as he went out, he could pick them up and eat them. ridicule.

But he didn't pick it up.

Although he was dying of hunger, he didn't pick it up, even if he would starve to death, he would never pick it up.

He was born with this temper.

In his blood, this kind of blood flows naturally, never compromise, never surrender, never bow his head.

02
A tall, mighty, silver-haired old man suddenly appeared in front of him, and he had been quietly watching and observing him for a long time from a distance.

The child was also staring at him, and asked in a fierce manner:
"On the first day of the Lunar New Year, you are not at home with your children for the New Year. Why do you come here and stare at me? What am I looking for?"

The old man's attitude was very serious, so serious that it was almost painful.

"What's your last name?" the old man asked the child.

"I do not know."

"You don't know? It turns out that you don't even know your own last name."

"Why do you have to know?" The child pouted, squinted his eyes, and puffed out his chest, "I have no father, mother, or surname. That's my family's business. It has nothing to do with you. Why do you ask me?"

The old man looked at him, the pain in his eyes deepened.

"How do you know that it has nothing to do with me? I came here to find you."

"Looking for me? You don't know me, why are you looking for me?"

"I know you."

"You know me? How did you know me?" The child was suddenly a little surprised. "Do you know who I am?"

"I know, of course I know." The old man's voice was full of sadness and mourning. "I also know your father. Without him, even if I'm still alive, I'd be worse off than you."

The child looked at him in surprise for a long time.

"Who are you?" the child asked the old man. "What's your last name?"

"My surname is Tie."

"What about me?"

"Your surname is Li." The old man said, "Your name should be Li Shan."

The child suddenly laughed.

"Li Shan, my name should be Li Shan? For a person like me, even if his surname is Li, he should be called Li Huai."

(End of this chapter)