Dressed in rags, I walk barefoot in the streets full of mud and sewage. Every time before the tsunami, the sanitary environment here always becomes worse than usual. The unknown substance under the foot is thick but extremely slippery, which makes people feel entangled in the ankle by sea snakes. However, even if there were sea snakes under his feet, he would not be afraid. He was tired and hungry enough to make people forget his fear, because his attention was hard to concentrate, let alone to deal with and associate with.


    The usual bustling street, at this time has become desolate to describe. The signboard in front of the tavern, which was hung by two short iron chains, has lost its popularity. One of the iron chains has been broken due to corrosion. The rough signboard with wine cup and machete pattern is dangling in the air, as if it could be smashed down at any time. The child carefully avoided the bottom of the sign. He didn''t want to be smashed by the board from the sky.


    Nevertheless, the child stayed for a few seconds in front of the once tavern building. In normal times, people like him will be severely repaired by the thugs in the tavern as long as they appear on the street, and the reason why they repair him is not that he will infect diseases or affect the mood of drinkers in and out. Just because they can have fun with it. But being able to get into pubs is still the dream of these street children. It seems that another child once swore that he would become a regular tavern one day. What happened to him? Was it chopped up for dog food, or was it thrown to the bottom of the harbor? Forget it, the so-called dream here is such a ridiculous thing.


    Recovering from thinking about the pub, the child reexamined his position. He knew that the stone fortress where the witches were located was in the middle of lost heart Bay, just as all heartless people knew. But the closer you are to the witch''s fortress, the more you need your identity and status to walk. To the poor little fellow, it was as strange as another world. So give up? If the chef can''t find enough food in time, it should be in the back.


    No, I''ve seen too many bodies floating in the water. I don''t want to be like that myself. The child gritted his teeth, not thinking about the food that might be in the pub, and continued to march towards the center of the city. When he got to the nearest inner city where he had been, he thought of a question: if the tsunami was coming, would the witches still be in their fortress? Or did they go to sea as early as those rich people?


    Looking at the cleaner Street ahead, he was lost. At this time, there was a noise in the street. The child followed the survival instinct and hid in the shadow. The dirty words mixed with the unique tone of fish harbor gradually became clear, and the child immediately realized that it was the sound of the scavenger. The so-called scavengers, also known as scavengers, will do a final round of cleaning up the city before the tsunami, and bring things of certain value to the port and sell them to those who are willing to buy them. This is a distinctive industry, or they are not enough to be called an industry, because the tsunami is not always visited every year, so most scavengers are still doing other work. Like pirates or thugs.


    What to do? Do you want a detour? The child hesitated to hear the approaching footsteps and cursing. He looked around to find a safe escape route. Although he felt that these people should not waste their time beating themselves, he did not have the capital to take risks. where? Where can I escape? Eyes, anxiously looking for, finally fixed frame in the wooden box and barrel on one side, if you can climb to the pile of debris, you may be able to climb to the roof. It was a bold idea because he had never tried it before. But now in order to survive, it''s worth trying.


    Two scavengers were carrying a small wooden cabinet of exquisite workmanship. They found it at the home of a merchant who apparently had not been able to get the furniture on board before going out to sea. There are bound to be many captains who want to buy the gold-plated and silver inlaid wooden cabinets and put them in their captain''s chambers. If they are lucky, they will make a lot of money. However, the interests that may be obtained can not alleviate the dissatisfaction during the transportation. Neither of the two scavengers is willing to contribute, which leads to the shaking state of the wooden cabinet they are carrying.


    Finally, one of them couldn''t stand the laziness of his companion, even though he was doing the same thing himself. "Hey, if we throw this thing on the ground, nobody gets the money, right?" Another snorted, "maybe you should do more, because I found it in that damn house! And you''ll just go through the closet


    "Every dress with lace can be sold at a high price, idiot! And we must have made more money with a few clothes than with this heavy box! You idiot The first man began to curse. As soon as the second man heard this, he immediately pulled down his face and let the wooden box fall to the ground. "What about the result? Did you find the clothes! No, You only know how to complain. Everything except drinking is... " "Bang Dang!" As he talked more and more excited, a large number of collisions came from the alley far away. It sounds like a bunch of barrels and crates scattered together.


    "Who!" "Who is there?" At once the two sailors drew out their weapons and arched towards the lane. Then they saw the wood products scattered all over the floor, and a child who was pressed on the ground by a wooden box. The latter''s thin and ugly right hand was struggling to remove his wooden box, but it was obviously too heavy for him."Ha, a sick chicken." The scavenger played a knife flower, and his tone was full of disdain and contempt. "It''s just that I''m angry. Maybe something will make me feel better." He said that he wanted to go up, but was stopped by another person, "kill a sick chicken can''t get money. We''d better move the cabinet to the dock to change the money, and we can search it again in the afternoon. As for the little fellow, let him be pressed here, starved and thirsty. " The first man spit on the ground and nodded his head to agree with his companion.


    Step sound, gradually far away. Only the child who was pressed under the wooden box gave up the struggle and looked at the sky in the lane. His ears are full of muddy water. Maybe the mud has been poured into his brain along the ear canal. I''m so hungry. As a result, I didn''t have a full meal in the end. If only I had just searched in that pub. There may be some wine left there. What''s the taste of it? It''s said that it''s similar to horse urine. Why do people want to drink horse urine? Ah, I can''t think about it. I''m so sleepy


    "Look what I found! A sick chicken


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