Slippery moss covered the low walls of the old houses on both sides, and in the middle was a narrow alley less than three feet tall. This is a sunny area, making the whole alley dark and damp.
Because of this environment, few people would choose to live here.
This is the famous poor alley, Lingding Alley. Everyone living here is a poor person who is forced by life and is struggling to make ends meet every day.
Here, people die of starvation and illness every day, robberies and murders occur every day, and the murderers walk by in a dignified manner. Here, a bowl of leftover soup can cause a riot, and a corner of pancake can lead to a bloody fight.
Here, everything everyone does is just to eat and survive.
Such a wish is simple yet difficult.
It seems simple, but in reality, it is a luxury.
Because you never know which one will come first, tomorrow's sun or your cold body.
The young man stepped into Lingding Alley, kicking lightly on the left and deep on the right, jumping up and down to find a flatter stone slab to avoid getting scratched by the broken stone slabs caused by disrepair.
"Huh~ Fortunately I made it in time, otherwise it would have been a disaster."
The young man looked around and made sure that the situation was stable before letting out a sigh of relief.
In every poor area, there will be a group of poor and vicious people who specialize in bullying and oppressing others. Poor people are generally cowardly, or they don't want to cause trouble, or they are superstitious about a certain thing. These poor and murderous people take advantage of this and run rampant and bring disaster to the countryside.
They relied on their physical strength and strength to exploit the people of Lingding Lane like crazy. There were disobedient resisters, who ranged from pushing and intimidating to beating, smashing, looting, and even beating people to death, but no one dared to speak out or report to the urban management.
I am just afraid that they will come back and take revenge on the person involved.
That is to say, they have grasped the mentality of the poor people, and this group of talents is so unscrupulous and domineering.
It’s unclear when this group of people or this organization came into existence. Anyway, it existed a long time ago, long before this generation of Lingding Lane people lived here.
Although the government has come forward to deal with the problem, it only treats the symptoms but not the root cause.
The long existence, the harsh oppression, the pain of exploitation, and the difficulty of life have given the children in Lingding Alley an extreme idea since they were young.
Be proud to join them and work hard towards your goals.
Although this idea is extreme, it is somewhat sad when you look deeper.
If you don't learn well at a young age, you will have this kind of thinking. It will inevitably make people think that it is difficult to have a noble son from a poor family, and there are no good products in the slums. No wonder they live in poor alleys like Lingding Lane. This is what happens to these children in their lives.
But if you think about it carefully, there is also sadness behind it.
A group of children who are not familiar with the world. They have never read a book of saints since they were young, and they have never learned a little bit about how to behave in the world. They live in a harsh environment full of intrigues and dirty words every day, racking their brains all the time. In order to fill his stomach, he has worked hard for a living since he was a child.
Can the thinking of children who grow up in this kind of environment compare with those of children who sit in school, holding books from sages and learning great principles?
In other words, from a pool of ink, can you expect to fish out a pure, stain-free white paper?
The gangsters would go out on patrol once a day, and it was almost time now, so the young man was extremely afraid of meeting them.
If we really met him, we would have to eat the buns in our dreams at night.
The boy's pace quickened a little, and when he rounded a corner, a small, low house came into view.
The young man reached out and opened the old wooden door, got in like a slippery loach, and closed the door quickly with his backhand.
His movements are extremely proficient, he seems to be a veteran.
Because there was not much light coming in from the window, and there was no money to light a lamp, the room was very dark. Relying on the faint light and the furnishings in the room from his memory, the boy found the table in the dark and put the things in his arms on it.
In the darkness, a timid voice suddenly came from the position of the bed in the boy's memory.
"Brother? Are you back?"
The young man raised his head and hummed.
In the dim light, a small figure could be vaguely seen sticking his head out, climbing out of the bed and walking towards the table. The little nose sniffed, "It's steamed buns!"
The young man said noncommittally, "Where's Ah Yue? Are you asleep?" He kept moving his hands, taking out the buns and placing them on the oil paper bag to let them cool.
"I just fell asleep, I didn't sleep long." The two round eyes were bright, staring at the steaming buns.
The young man looked at the appearance of the younger sister in front of him and couldn't help but smile, but he didn't say anything out loud.
Living in Lingding Alley, as a child, with no ability to make money, eating became a big problem.
Everyone in Lingding Alley is like this.
They are all old, weak, sick and disabled, young women and children. It is a great happiness to be able to feed themselves. How can we imagine what to eat?
As long as you can eat it!
The same is true for teenagers. They often miss a meal and are hungry.
He himself hadn't eaten for two days and his stomach was already starting to hurt.
It must be that I was too hungry in the early years and suffered from stomach problems.
"Wake Ah Yue up so that you won't be unable to sleep at night." The young man shook his head and stopped thinking about what was and was not.
As long as you have something to eat now, that's fine.
"Hmm~" A soft sleepy sound came from the bed, and then a weak voice came: "Is the big brother back?"
"It's time to get up and eat steamed buns. After eating, you have to go to bed." The young man smiled softly, picked up a steamed bun that was no longer very hot and handed it out.
"Yeah! The buns are so good!" The little girl from before took the buns and took a quick bite. Her eyes were bent with satisfaction and she said vaguely with excitement on her face.
The movements in the mouth are non-stop.
A small figure slowly floated over from the bed - I say "floating" because when she walked, the sound of her footsteps was so slight that it was almost negligible, just like floating over.
It was so weak that the ground felt as soft and light as stepping on cotton.
The young man looked at this little guy and couldn't help but feel a tremor in his heart, but he could only sigh and said nothing.
Just as he was about to pick up a bun to eat, there was suddenly a thunderous knock on the door. It was urgent and fierce, and he looked like he had a bad temper.
The young man glanced at the door, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly.
When the boy's second sister saw this, she stopped what she was doing in her hands and mouth, and looked at the boy blankly, her round eyes full of confusion.
The little guy who had just woken up was still a little dizzy and couldn't figure out the situation. He just sat blankly on the chair and stared at the buns on the table.
The young man didn't say anything, but silently picked up the oil paper bag, took out two buns and placed them on the table, then turned and walked towards the door.
