Junior brother, he is both wild and fierce

Luoan City.

It's snowing heavily.

In the ruined temple in the east of the city.

A little girl with a pale face and thin body, about six or seven years old.

She huddled in the corner, her eyes numb.

She rubbed her belly which hadn't eaten for a few days, and said to the young boy who was huddled with her:

"Brother, Ying'er is so hungry. Can we get food tomorrow?"

The young boy next to him gently rubbed the top of his sister's head.

"Of course you can. I'll take you to West Street tomorrow. Every year, there are great people who give out porridge there."

The little girl's numb eyes finally showed a glimmer of light.

She said happily:

"Really? Brother."

“Is there really a kind-hearted person giving out porridge?”

The young boy nodded heavily.

"Yes, Ying'er."

"Brother, I made some inquiries today. There will be a kind-hearted man named Li giving out porridge on West Street tomorrow."

The little girl forced a weak smile.

"That's great, brother. We'll have porridge tomorrow."

"By the way, brother has a gift for you."

The little girl looked expectant with an innocent look on her face.

"What gift? Brother."

The young boy smiled gently and took out a slightly cleaner piece of linen from his worn cotton coat.

The little girl then noticed that her brother's hands were swollen and red, covered with frostbite, and the festering wounds had begun to ooze pus.

Her voice was a little hoarse and her eyes were redder than a rabbit's.

"Brother...Brother, why are your hands so cold?"

After hearing what his sister said, the young boy immediately wanted to hide his hands.

Oh no, my sister saw it.

The little girl's warm tears kept falling from the corners of her eyes.

She's a burden.

It snowed heavily these days, and her brother went out for several hours every day to find food for her.

If it weren't for her, my brother would be living a much better life than he is now.

The little girl cried loudly.

"Brother, Ying'er is sorry for you. Ying'er is a waste and a burden."

"Brother, don't worry about Ying'er. Let Ying'er fend for herself."

The young boy was worried and anxious, afraid that his sister would do something stupid.

"Ying'er, don't talk nonsense. You are not a burden."

"You are my brother's last relative in this world, not a burden."

"Brother, please don't think too much, okay?"

"Ying'er, brother is fine, don't cry."

"Brother is really fine, it doesn't hurt at all."

The little girl's crying gradually stopped.

She stretched out her skinny hand and wiped away the tears from her brother's eyes.

"Brother, Ying'er is not crying anymore, and you shouldn't cry either."

The young boy nodded heavily and held his weak sister in his arms.

"Ying'er, brother will definitely keep you alive."

After a while, the two separated.

The young boy opened the sackcloth and said to the little girl with joy:

"Ying'er, look, what gift did your brother find for you?"

There were grass roots of varying lengths and covered in mud in the sackcloth.

The little girl's eyes lit up.

"Brother, isn't this the root of sweetroot grass?"

"There is so much snow outside the gate, where did you find it, brother?"

When the roots of sweetgrass are chewed, a hint of sweetness will ooze out.

The young boy's eyes were soft.

"Today is Ying'er's birthday. I don't have the ability to buy Ying'er a gift, so I can only try my luck and find these sweet grass roots as birthday gifts."

The little girl pursed her lips and her eyes were filled with tears again.

These sweet grass roots are extremely hard to find in winter.

The ground was covered with snow, and it was all white. My brother didn't know how many places he would have to search to find so many sweet grass roots.

The young boy picked up a sweetgrass root, rubbed it on his clothes, and then put it into his sister's mouth.

"Today is Ying'er's birthday, we can't suffer any more."

"Girls' golden beans are very precious, they can't flow too much."

The little girl also picked up one, wiped it, and put it into the boy's mouth.

"Is it sweet, brother?"

"Sweet, really sweet."

He held his sister's hand tightly.

"Our lives will become sweeter and sweeter in the future."

The next day.

Two figures, one big and one small, walked out of the ruined temple.

They braved the wind and snow and kept on walking, hoping to reach West Street as soon as possible.

When the brother and sister arrived, the line for the porridge was already very long.

The little girl was pleasantly surprised and said, "Brother, they are really giving out porridge today."

The two quickly lined up in the queue.

After waiting for more than an hour, it was finally their turn.

I have good luck today.

The brother and sister received a portion of porridge and two steamed buns.