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    When Su Zhe took the baby home after eating, he carried the baby home on his back.  Maybe the baby was really exhausted. After purring a few words on Su Zhe's back, the baby fell asleep unconsciously.

    After discovering that the baby was asleep, Su Zhe's every movement became softer and slower, and he walked home slowly.  It usually only takes more than ten minutes to travel, but it took him almost an hour to get home.  When he got home, his waist was already sore and sore that he could hardly stand straight up.

    Su Zhe carried the baby to a small room and gently placed her on the bed.  This is his sister's room, his room is next door.  The baby was sleeping soundly. His eyes, which were like black gemstones, were now tightly closed. There was a slight smile hanging on the corner of his mouth, and a drop of crystal saliva flowed out from the side.

    Su Zhe smiled, stretched out his hand to wipe the baby gently, and arranged the quilt for her.  He stretched his body. He didn't feel much when he was carrying the baby. After putting it down, he felt that his entire back was almost paralyzed and his hands were extremely sore at the moment.

    He walked out of the room, took a stance in the living room, and punched a few times before his body relaxed.  He found that when the divine power was not used as an auxiliary set, although practicing the first pose did not significantly enhance physical fitness, it had an excellent effect on restoring physical strength and divine power. Basically, if he practiced it once, he could clear away the negative symptoms of the body.  After practicing a few times, he can restore his exhausted physical strength to its peak.

    After the boxing, Su Zhe went back to the room to get a set of clothes, took a simple cold shower, and then lay on the bed.

    Time passed by bit by bit, but Su Zhe couldn't fall asleep in bed.  He thought of someone, a girl he had deliberately forgotten.

    From time to time, my mind thinks of the innocent girl's smile and the happy days with her. The memories of each scene flashed one by one, as if it had just happened not long ago, and finally settled on the scene of her coldly leaving.

    It has been half a year, but he still clearly remembers every word of what the girl said that day. The more he wants to forget, the more clearly he remembers it.  Those ruthless and cold words seemed to turn into a sharp sword and stabbed deeply into his heart. From time to time, they would be stirred, preventing the wound from healing.

    "Four years later, I began to understand what I want. What I want is a life without worries about food and clothing, and you can't give me that. Forget me, let's break up here."

    That day was the rare time they had time to get together, when he went to the appointment in a happy mood.  Before he could say anything, the girl spoke first, and then turned and left.  Su Zhe kept watching her leaving figure from behind. He didn't say anything, didn't try to persuade her to stay, he just watched her silently.

    He saw the girl getting into a car not far away, and soon the car started to leave.  The car drove further and further away, but Su Zhe felt that the car was getting closer and closer to him. Finally, it hit him straight and broke his heart into pieces before leaving.

    In the end, he hid in a corner and got very drunk. It was his first time drinking and also his first time getting drunk.  People are drunk for girls, but not for broken hearts.  He laughed wildly, but the tears couldn't stop flowing.

    He cried. Except when his parents passed away, he cried once. He cried when he had never cried at other times.

    When he was living on the streets as a child, he was all alone and lived a life of food and hunger, but he did not cry.  He didn't cry when he was beaten and tortured by the villains.  In the winter when he was 10 years old, he was unjustly accused of stealing. A group of people gathered around and beat him violently. He was kicked, punched, and stoned. They even lifted a stone and hit his hand. His fingers were bruised and bloody.  He didn't cry when the wound continued to bleed.

    With his fingers connected to his heart, the pain penetrated deep into his bones, covering up other injuries in his body. He still did not admit the theft, nor did he cry.  Maybe if he had admitted the theft and begged for mercy, he wouldn't have been beaten so miserably, but he didn't.  In the end, the group of people probably got tired of fighting, so they dispersed and let him go.

    He was thrown into a corner while wearing thin clothes. He was bleeding profusely and was overly hungry. He lay on the ground and couldn't even turn over.  He remembered that the winter that year was particularly cold.  The water was starting to freeze, and the colder the weather, the more painful his injuries became.

    People were coming and going on the road. Many people passed by but pretended not to see him. Some people even looked at him with disgust. Maybe those people thought that his presence tarnished their noble eyes. No one went up to help. Then  I'm afraid to help him get into a good position so that he won't feel so uncomfortable.

    No one is willing to do it.  His heart was getting colder and colder than his body.

    ¡°Perhaps most people would not be able to hold on for a long time, but his desire to survive allowed him to hold on tenaciously from day to night. His consciousness began to blur, and he gradually could no longer feel the pain in his body.  He couldn't hold on any longer and wanted to just fall asleep.  He was thinking that living would be suffering anyway, soIt's easier to be relieved this way.

    Just when he gave up on survival, he felt a trace of warmth and heard what he thought was the most beautiful voice in his life.  He opened his eyes desperately, trying to see the person who brought him warmth.  Although it was very blurry, he still saw it. It was a girl, a very small girl.  She turned him over, took off her coat, and covered him, driving away a bit of the cold.

    The little girl was still very young, she didn¡¯t know what to do, she just held him in her little arms.  Her little face was pressed tightly against his, and she kept talking in his ear.

    Later, when she put him down, he thought she was leaving, but he didn't blame her. She had done a lot. At least he could feel the most rare warmth in the world before he died.  But he felt very lost and sad.

    But just after a while, he felt his body being moved again, and a childish voice came again to his ears. He couldn't hear it clearly, but he could vaguely hear the word "go home."  It turned out that the little girl did not give up on him, but wanted to take him home.  Although the little girl was still young, she knew that if she continued like this, he would never wake up.

    The little girl had very little strength and it was difficult for her to drag him away.  No one came to help her on the road, and no car was willing to take them. Perhaps they were afraid that it would be unlucky for him to die in the car, or they were afraid of getting into trouble.  During this period, the little girl fell down several times, and her hands were scratched by the sand on the road. The weather was so cold, and the wounds were even more painful.  But once she got up she continued dragging him away.

    And although he couldn't see it, he could feel that someone was working hard for him.  She infected him and he began to regain consciousness.  And his only thought was "I can't die. If I die, she will be very sad." In this way, he survived.  He was brought home by the little girl and taken to the hospital by her parents.

    When he was sent to the hospital, the doctors had already judged that he could not be saved, so they were just doing their best.  Unexpectedly, since he survived tenaciously, the doctors called it a miracle.

    When he woke up from danger, the first person he saw was the little girl, who was sleeping next to him.  He looked at her and secretly made the first oath in his life to protect her forever.

    After that day, he had a sister, parents, and a home, a home where he no longer had to be homeless.

    That year, he was 10 years old and the little girl was 8 years old.
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