The uncle said that they could no longer adopt the little sister and pay for her medical treatment, as they had already spent all their savings.
The aunt said that the only option was to send the younger sister to an orphanage, and told him that there were many children without parents there who would receive good care.
At five years old, he was already sensible and knew that it was not easy for his uncle and aunt to raise him, so he agreed.
They were on their way to take their younger sister to an orphanage when they met a young man who immediately recognized her serious illness and said he could cure her.
The uncle and aunt were overjoyed. They didn't even bother to take the little girl to the orphanage. Instead, they took her home and brought out all the good food to treat the young uncle.
They called him Doctor Zhuang, and he called him that too.
Dr. Zhuang treated him using a very strange method. He would fall asleep before each treatment, and when he woke up, he would feel much better.
After about a month of treatment, he was completely cured. He could run and jump again and felt no discomfort at all.
Dr. Zhuang also taught him boxing and left him a book with many little figures practicing boxing. Dr. Zhuang told him to practice with the book every day, saying it would improve his health.
His illness was cured, and Doctor Zhuang was about to leave.
I don't know what he said to his uncle and aunt, but when he left, Dr. Zhuang took the little girl with him.
He couldn't bear to part with his little sister, even though they had only spent a month together, he already considered her his own sister.
His sister left, and he cried for a very long time.
My aunt and uncle said they would meet my sister again if they were destined to.
He didn't know what fate meant; he just wanted to see his sister again once he was inside. He looked forward to his sister's return every day.
They waited and waited, but their sister never came. Instead, they received news of their uncle and aunt's deaths.
A drunk man ran over and killed his aunt and uncle who were on their way home from get off work.
The other party paid a sum of money as compensation, which was all taken by his uncle and aunt. They also kicked him out of his home and occupied his uncle and aunt's house.
He was only eight years old that year.
He had no school to attend, nowhere to live, and only a few dollars of pocket money in his pocket.
He began a life of homelessness, often going hungry, scavenging for food in garbage dumps and from stray cats, being beaten and scolded by children with families, and driven away and humiliated by adults.
They called him an unwanted little beggar, disgusted him with his filth, and told him to go die.
They were dressed so cleanly and looked so respectable, yet the words they uttered were so vicious and offensive.
If he hadn't known some martial arts skills, he probably would have been beaten to death on the roadside long ago.
The only saving grace was that he met a fellow homeless beggar boy. He had no name, and his face was covered in pockmarks; everyone called him Pockmarked.
Ma Zi was very thin and small. He had been homeless for several years before him and was often bullied.
He helped Ma Zi fight off the people who were bullying him, and Ma Zi has been following him ever since.
He's alone anyway, so having someone to keep him company is good, so we'll just let him come along.
Having companions is definitely better than being alone. At least they can get more food when competing with stray cats, and those kids who used to bully them don't dare to lay a hand on them anymore.
For the first time, he understood the power of numbers.
He and Ma Zi began to befriend the local beggars. They banded together, tried their best to keep themselves clean and tidy, and even looked for jobs they could do to earn money to support themselves.
He had developed a daily reading habit while living with his uncle and aunt, and he didn't change it even after becoming a little beggar.
Whenever he has free time, he takes out the books he picked up from the garbage dump and reads them with great interest.
My uncle once said, "There are houses of gold and millet in books."
He believed that reading could change his destiny.
In fact, reading really did change his destiny.
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