She didn't know where she was; everything around her was unfamiliar.
She walked aimlessly down the unfamiliar street, carrying her little schoolbag, calling out for her mother.
She didn't know how long she had been walking; it had gotten dark, and the crowds around her had gradually thinned out.
Finally, when the streetlights came on, she was so hungry and tired that she didn't have the strength to cry anymore.
She doesn't remember how she spent that night. Fortunately, it was a hot summer day, and she seemed to have cried herself to sleep in the bushes.
When she woke up the next day, she was still in an unfamiliar environment. She started walking again. By noon, she had been hungry for a day and a night and had no strength left. She was dirty and disheveled and squatted on the curb, looking like a homeless beggar.
Later, two adults with accents from other places came to talk to her. She remembered what her kindergarten teacher had said about not talking to strangers, so she pursed her lips and ignored them.
They pulled at her, but she was too weak to resist the two adults, and she cried and screamed.
Just as they were about to take her away, someone stopped them. She opened her eyes, which were now swollen from crying, and saw a young man in white.
His face was cold. He held his phone and said one sentence to the two men, after which they put her down.
She was terrified and kept sobbing.
The boy seemed impatient with her crying and threatened in a cold voice that if she cried again, he would give her to those two men.
As a result, she cried even harder.
The boy clearly didn't know how to handle the situation and stood there frozen.
The sight of the two, one big and one small, attracted onlookers, with many criticizing him for making his sister cry.
In the end, he had to give in and pick up the dirty little bean.
He was already fifteen years old at that time, and 175 cm tall, so it was easy for him to hold a little kid.
But he was clearly strong but inexperienced, holding her tightly with his body stiff.
She felt uncomfortable being held and squirmed against him, only to be met with his fierce shout: "If you move again, I'll throw you off."
She didn't know what was wrong with her at that time. Even though the boy and the other two were strangers, she instinctively felt that this cold-faced boy was approachable.
The boy asked her where she lived and what her parents' names were, but she didn't know any of it.
She just cried and said that her house had burned down and her mother was missing. Later, the boy took her to eat something, and somehow found out her home address. He then carried her onto a bus and took her home.
Sure enough, he led her to a familiar street.
He put her down, patted her head, and let her walk back by herself.
She held up her little hands and grabbed the hem of his white shirt, not wanting him to leave.
The boy squatted down, adjusted the small schoolbag on her shoulder, patted the dirt off her clothes, and coaxed her home in a less-than-gentle manner.
She stubbornly refused to let go, her little face contorted as if she were about to cry.
The boy quickly picked her up again, and seeing a cotton candy stand nearby, he bought her a pink one.
The child was naturally delighted to see the cloud-like cotton candy, and she had seen He Cuiyun buy it for Ni Ziqi but not for her, which she had longed for for a long time.
Once I got it, all my unhappy feelings turned into smiles.
With the cotton candy in hand, she immediately forgot about the boy and happily began to eat it.
After she had taken a couple of bites and wanted to share with the boy, she only caught a glimpse of the corner of his shirt before the bus doors closed.
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