Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

City of a Thousand Hills, Leningrad Railway Station.

As early as nearly two hundred years ago, this railway station was built. Although it was established in the capital region, because it is connected to St. Petersburg (Leningrad), the entire station is also named after the target city.

The mottled centuries-old history has left speckled traces on the walls of the station. Although it has been expanded and renovated several times, just like the entire country, the station can smell dilapidated everywhere.

For example, there are homeless children lying around. Some of them sit on the ground with their legs folded, some sleep on their side, some are in groups, and some are staring around alone with bare feet.

Most of these are the product of family misfortune, which in turn is largely due to alcoholism.

Alcoholism is a curse shrouded in Lucia's head. This evil habit left from ancient times is an important driver of Lucia's high divorce rate and high orphan rate, and even the culprit. Prime Minister Lucia also simply said that alcoholism is a national disaster.

After the Lucia couple divorces, the children are usually given to women. No matter which country they are in, it is a problem for divorced women to bring their children to marry. What’s more, the government’s subsidies for divorced mothers are pitiful, and the children are sent to orphanages. It's the customary option for Lucian society.

Therefore, in Lucia, with a population of more than 100 million, the number of orphans is as high as 700,000, and the number is increasing year by year, with about 70,000 new cases every year.

Homeless orphans are everywhere in this country, and only black families in other parts of the world can compare to them.

"Why are the birches rattling on the ground, why are the snow-white trees omniscient, and follow the direction of the wind..." An orphan held an accordion and sang loudly against the pillars of the train station.

The accordion is a n-handed product I don't know where to get it. The singing voice also makes people feel that it is hard to say. At a young age, she has a hoarse voice. I don't know if it is luck or other difficulties.

Most of the pedestrians walked by in a hurry, and occasionally someone was willing to slow down to listen to what song he was singing, and even fewer were willing to put money in front of him.

Everyone is a person whose pocket is cleaner than his face.

Singing and singing like this is not very effective, and the little wanderer simply stopped singing, and there was a tune of a few old songs, but there were even fewer people who were willing to give money.

"Evgeny, you should learn to tune in some new songs, so everyone is tired of listening to old songs." A homeless child walked up to Yevgeny and sat down, the soles of his bare feet A black cocoon has formed.

Not everyone has shoes to wear. After all, it is different from the clothes that can be worn on the body. If the shoes that are finally turned out from the trash can do not fit, it is better to be barefoot.

"If you don't have sheet music, you can't learn it."

"Isn't it supposed to play the tune after just listening to it once?"

Yevgeny rolled his eyes at the little wanderer: "If I had that kind of talent, would I still be wandering here? I would have joined an art troupe by virtue of my talent."

"Well, it seems to be the same." The little wanderer sighed with emotion, "Even a smart person like you can't do it, it's too difficult to think of a success, when will we be the best in a day like ours."

It wasn't long before he became a homeless child, and he still had expectations for life, but as long as he stayed in a homeless environment for a long time, it wouldn't take long for him to be completely corrupted by the environment.

This kind of corruption of despair and loss of confidence in life cannot be resisted by even adults, let alone a group of little vagabonds. Yevgeny has seen this situation too many times, and he does not know when he will become one of them. part of .

Yevgeny just hoped that this would come later, later.

"It pulls well."

While the two little vagabonds were talking, a passerby threw a banknote at the two of them.

It was just that when he was bending over, the pedestrian took a few more glances at Yevgeny. This homeless boy was surprisingly good-looking, suitable for appearing on the silver screen, but the surprise lasted for a moment before the pedestrians hurriedly prepared to board the car.

"Thank you, thank you." The little vagabond kept bending over to thank you, "The Lord will bless you."

Begging is completely freelance. The latest time to leave work depends on when the train station staff drive them away. The homeless children come to work when they want to come to work, and they leave when they want to get off work.

However, there are a lot of people coming and going at the railway station today, which is several times more than usual. In the impression of the two children, even the Orthodox Church did not have such a huge flow of people before the New Year.

Moreover, Yevgeny also observed that the flow of people this time has obvious characteristics. Most of them are young women, and many are little girls of their age.

Some of the bustling crowd's faces were cheerful, and some were quiet.

"Valentin, let's go." Yevgeny put away his accordion and slowly stood up from the ground. Unlike the stragglers in the station, Yevgeny's clothes were fairly clean, and he could see that he often Wash and take care of.

Seeing that the flow of people was getting less and less and the sky was getting darker, Yevgeny and the little wanderer packed up and rushed to the 'home'.

It was said to be packing, but the two children had very little things. Yevgeny only had an accordion, and little Valentin had only a few newspapers spread on the ground.

The newspapers were all morning news, and for Valentin it was a simple bed, and he couldn't read the Cyrillic letters on the newspapers.

"Okay." Valentin rubbed the newspaper, ready to throw it directly on the ground.

But Yevgeny took the newspaper in one hand~www.readwn.com~ Valentin is a little orphan who escaped from the orphanage. He didn't know a few words since he was a child, but Yevgeny accepted it anyway. After several years of basic education, he didn't take his eyes away from the words in the newspaper for a long time.

"Evgeny, what's the matter." Valentin knew that Yevgeny could read, and occasionally asked Yevgeny to read the words in the newspaper, "What's written on it?"

"Written..." Yevgeny didn't know how to explain the words in the newspaper to Valentin. After all, at first glance, even he couldn't understand whether the government was joking.

Although the government of this country can no longer be used, at least it will not be used as a joke.

Moreover, Yevgeny looked at the travelers who seemed to go, most of them were women, and he finally understood why it was so abnormal today.

"What did you write?" Little Valentin stretched out his neck, and his stubbornness matched the description of a gray animal.

"It has nothing to do with us." Yevgeny curled up the newspaper, and he tightened his baggy clothes and said, "Let's go, if we don't go, someone will drive us away."