"They say they're not afraid of the cold. If I learned some kung fu and became a martial artist, maybe it wouldn't be so cold..."
"that is……"
The little boy murmured to himself as he drifted off to sleep.
But the harsh winter soon arrived, and a thick layer of frost formed on his hair and eyelashes.
The thin boy's expression flickered upon seeing this.
He subconsciously looked at the family photo in the boy's arms, but for some reason, apart from the little boy, the other two people in the photo were incredibly blurry.
When he came to his senses, the little girl was opening her arms, trying to warm the little boy with her body heat, but no matter how she tried, she couldn't grasp anything.
But she refused to stop.
"Brother Su Bai..."
The little girl turned around, her face covered in tears, her voice choked with sobs, as if she were suppressing a sob.
"I'm here."
The thin boy squatted down and pinched her small face, saying softly, "Look, you're crying. Let's... not watch anymore."
"No, Xiaozhi, no, Xiaozhi wants to see more."
"You cried."
"Xiao Zhi didn't cry. Xiao Zhi is very strong. It's just that some sand blew into her eyes."
"Really?"
"real."
"Oh well."
The thin boy led the little girl out of the cabin.
As they parted, the little girl turned back worriedly, as if wanting to see the little boy.
When she turned around again, she found herself in a school.
It was still the dead of winter.
In Class 7 of Grade 1, a pretty and gentle female teacher was giving a lesson on the podium, and the students, all wearing thick cotton-padded coats, were listening attentively.
Just then, a very thin little boy's head appeared by the classroom window. He was leaning on the windowsill covered with ice, listening to the lesson very attentively.
Despite the biting wind outside and the layers of frost covering his body, he listened intently, not daring to lose focus for even a moment.
Even though he had minimized his presence, many students still noticed him when the female teacher personally demonstrated her martial arts skills.
A burst of laughter erupted in the classroom.
"Look, it's that orphan again. He's shameless! He can't afford tuition but still tries to eavesdrop!"
"Why isn't it colder today? It would have frozen this guy to death!"
"Hey, get lost! I can smell the stench of garbage on you from this far away!"
"Haha, why is this guy still wearing summer clothes? Look at all the snow on him, he's practically a snowman!"
The merciless mockery made the little boy's face darken instantly.
He wanted to leave countless times, to escape this place that was colder than winter, but the fitness boxing techniques taught by the teacher on stage could ward off the cold.
And so, the little boy endured the students' ridicule and silently memorized the boxing technique.
On the way back, the little boy lowered his head, clenched his fists tightly, and the blood that seeped out was blown into small icicles by the merciless cold wind and fell down.
But the little boy seemed oblivious at that moment, walking on silently.
On the street, there was no one else, except for the endless wind and snow, except for his small figure, which looked like a snowman.
The little girl, her face streaked with tears, was furious. Had the skinny boy not stopped her, she would have rushed forward to teach the group of students who were mocking the little boy a lesson.
Just then, the little boy slipped and his incredibly small figure tumbled down the steep slope.
But the little boy didn't utter a sound until he regained his balance.
The first thing the little boy did after getting up was not to check his injuries, but to pull open his T-shirt.
The little boy's tense expression slowly relaxed when he saw that the steamed bun, wrapped in layers of white plastic bags, was still there.
He shook off the snow and climbed up the slope once again.
Just then, something seemed to happen, causing the little boy to stop and turn to walk in another direction.
Before long, he came to a little dog that was shivering from the cold.
Without a second thought, he took out the steamed bun, broke it into small pieces, and fed it to the little dog.
"Waaah... Brother Su Bai, why did he do this? He didn't even have any food himself..."
This scene caused the little girl in the pink dress to break down and cry instantly.
The skinny boy rubbed her little head, took her little hand, and smiled, "Perhaps at that moment, in his eyes, this little dog was more important than a steamed bun."
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