Little Muchuan ran out of the old residential building with a belly full of anger, and kicked a stone at his feet viciously.
The old residential area did not have fixed walls. Mu Chuan stood at a huge intersection and lost his direction for a moment.
He ran out in anger, not knowing where to go.
At this time, Mu Chuan was just a little kid, not even as tall as the cart pushed by the street vendor selling yellow glutinous rice cakes.
Mu Chuan walked around aimlessly twice, not knowing where to go, but also not wanting to go back the same way.
He wanted to eat some rice cakes sold on the street, but his pockets were empty. He could only sit on the cobblestones in the street and stare blankly for a long time.
In the bustling city of Beijing, in this prosperous area, some people live a luxurious life with fine clothes and delicious food, while others are struggling to make ends meet and cannot even afford a piece of rice cake.
The sweet aroma of glutinous rice and white sugar kept coming. Xiao Muchuan felt very hungry, his stomach was empty, and he couldn't help swallowing his saliva.
A bitch won't buy him snacks.
Mu Chuan grew up with the bitch, who beat and scolded him, dumping all the misfortunes in life on this older child.
If it weren't for that pitiful blood bond that was tugging at the bitch's only conscience, Mu Chuan had no doubt that the woman would strangle him to death in a rage.
It’s better to die, life is boring.
That year, Mu Chuan, who was only seven years old, had already begun to think that he had lived enough.
Mu Chuan sat on the boulder, swinging his legs boredly, counting how many layers of clouds had passed by in the sky. The winter sunset came particularly early, and the setting sun hung in the sky like a huge salted duck egg yolk.
The bone-chilling night chill was in the air.
Mu Chuan shuddered and began to hesitate in his heart. Should he swallow his pride and go back to face the bitch's sarcasm and return to that broken family?
Just as he was hesitating, a voice as thin as a mosquito called him cautiously.
“Brother…brother, brother.”
When he turned around, a yellow glutinous rice cake almost hit his face. Behind the cake were Xu Zisheng's black eyes that were as bright as stars.
The sweet aroma of glutinous rice filled his nostrils. Xu Zisheng held the rice cake in front of him like a treasure, flattering him and said expectantly, "Brother, eat it."
The light of the winter sunset gently reflected in Xu Zisheng's pupils. The boy smiled embarrassedly, and a warm halo surrounded him.
At that moment, Mu Chuan couldn't describe how he felt. He just felt a sour sensation in his nose, and a surge of bitterness came over him.
At that time, little Mu Chuan usually wrapped his heart tightly with sarcastic words. He put on cold armor for his broken heart and tried to disguise himself as an adult.
But he was a child after all. No matter how well he disguised himself, the armor was beyond his tolerance. The sharp and hard armor weighed heavily on his heart.
Thus, a moment of tenderness can make the ill-fitting armor crumble and turn into dust.
At that moment, Mu Chuan suddenly wanted to cry. Like an ordinary child, he held his head and cried unrestrainedly, crying until his voice was hoarse and exhausted.
Xu Zisheng was a little anxious when he saw Mu Chuan didn't accept the rice cakes. He stammered and explained, "I just bought them. They are very, very clean, not dirty at all."
Mu Chuan tried to calm himself down and said sullenly, "Why don't you eat?"
Xu Zisheng was silent for a moment, then shook his head: "I've eaten, I've eaten. Give this to me, brother."
The rice cake is really fragrant. Xiao Muchuan can even imagine the taste of biting it. The soft glutinous rice melts on the tip of the tongue, wrapped in osmanthus sugar, fragrant, sweet, soft and sticky.
After hearing Xu Zisheng's address, Mu Chuan became a little angry and pushed Xu Zisheng fiercely: "Who is your brother?! Don't call people that!"
Xu Zisheng's hand shook and the yellow rice cake fell to the ground, half covered in mud. It was definitely inedible.
Xu Zisheng stared at the rice cake that fell on the ground in annoyance, and the little hair on his head drooped drooping.
Mu Chuan suddenly felt that he might have gone a little too far.
He coughed twice softly and said awkwardly: "It fell out, so don't look at it. I won't eat it."
Xu Zisheng said "Oh".
At that time, Mu Chuan didn't know that this rice cake was bought by Xu Zisheng with his saved pocket money. Xu Zisheng's pocket money was saved up a few dimes at a time and was only enough to buy one rice cake.
He used the pocket money he had saved for a long time and carefully tried to please the little brother who joined his family.
Xu Zisheng quickly calmed down, rubbed the tip of his nose and said, "...Chuan, Chuan brother, go back home."
Xu Zisheng remembered that Mu Chuan didn't like him calling him brother, so he decided to change his name.
Looking at Xu Zisheng's obedient appearance, who allowed himself to be manipulated by others, Mu Chuan couldn't vent his anger even if he was very angry.
Besides, he was really cold and wanted to go home.
Mu Chuan jumped down from the round stool. Although he was a year older than Xu Zisheng, he was already half a head taller than him. He looked down at him and asked, "What's your name?"
Xu Zisheng was a little nervous and said, "Xu Xu Xu Xu..."
Seeing that Xu Zisheng hadn't said anything for a long time, Mu Chuan became impatient and interrupted, "Forget it, stutterer. I don't care what you call me. Just listen to me. I'm not your brother. I hate you."
He suddenly paused at this point. Seeing the bright light in Xu Zisheng's eyes suddenly go out, Mu Chuan was almost speechless.
A bitch can't raise a good son. What a bitch raises is a little bastard, and Mu Chuan is the worst bastard among bastards.
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