Fourteen years ago, it was in this dark and damp alleyway that she met a beggar boy covered in blood and with a chain on one ankle.

The afternoon sun was just right that year, and in this corner, the young man stumbled along the corner of the wall in embarrassment.

His cheeks were covered with dust, and he couldn't see his original appearance, only those dark and vigilant eyes, which were impressive.

Even his clothes were in tatters, his white shirt was stained with dirt and blood, his trousers were worn and holed, and the iron chain that was locked to his ankle was about half a meter long, and the other end was carried by him in his hand, making it difficult to walk.

It was the first time she had seen such a tragic teenager at the age of ten.

When Yan Shiqi woke up from his memories, he sighed, "I don't know if that beggar was rescued later." ”

She sighed, and the images hidden deep in her memory became clearer and clearer.

I don't know, the help she extended back then was useful to him?

The sun was gradually setting in the west, and the wind passed through the low houses of Pingsu Village, sweeping across his cheeks and curling up the lifeless desolation.

Then, the man's low and obscure words were blown into his ears by the wind.

He said, "I'm the beggar!"

Yan Shiqi's eyes were still lingering at the mouth of the dilapidated alley, and when she heard the words sent by the wind, she was stunned.

After a few seconds, she slowly turned her head to meet the man's inky dark eyes, incredulous.

His eyes, separated by the boy's eyes, seemed to coincide with each other through the alternating years.

Heartbeat, disordered stall.

The picture of fourteen years ago is like a rewind frame by frame, making a comeback.

At that time—

Yan Shiqi followed the team led by the teacher to the streets and alleys of Pingsu Village.

She walked at the back of the line with great interest, looking around with a pair of large, beautiful and moist eyes.

Children who have lived in the city since childhood have always had a lot of curiosity and reverie about the life in the village.

The chickens, ducks, white geese, and mud-brick roofs in the yard had never been seen in her young years.

For her, it's like another world full of novelties, waiting for her to explore the joy of it.

Therefore, she walked slower and slower, and gradually fell behind, nearly twenty children in front of her, also chattering non-stop, five accompanying teachers, at the moment only three people were busy organizing the line ahead, and the other two went to the accommodation meeting place first.

In the many houses passing by, some villagers always walked out from time to time, or looked at them inquiringly.

Those gazes are not friendly.

At least in the eyes of ten-year-old Yan Shiqi, there is no hospitable side of adults.

She grabbed the shoulder straps of her small pink backpack and lowered her head a little nervously, walking in a hurry.

In the blink of an eye, when she raised her eyes again, she could only see the student team in front of her, and she was about to turn into the alley.

She was a little anxious, and ran forward with the schoolbag behind her back.

As soon as she rounded the corner of the alley, she didn't catch up with the group, but crashed into a pair of vigilant eyes like a falcon.

She was horrified and stood in front of him at a loss.

"You, you ......"

She was small, her voice trembled, the young man's shoulders and waist were stained with blood, and her eyes were sharp, which made her afraid and uneasy.

She is the little daughter of the Yan family, and all the impressions since she became sensible are beautiful and simple, even in Licheng, she rarely sees beggars.

What's more, what appeared in front of her at this moment was a young man covered in blood and sharp eyes.

He must be a beggar, otherwise how could he be so downcast?