My name is Ryoko, and I am an orphan. So the first sentence I learned was neither father nor mother, but "get away!" Yes, it is this sentence. The aunts in the orphanage are not as loving as everyone thinks. It's already lucky if you scold it.
If it were just scolding, I might have grown up in an orphanage enough to be a small worker, but I couldn't bear the contempt of those people's eyes. That’s right, it’s just contempt. Even though I’m only eight years old, I still understand the malice in the eyes of those who think that they are superior. They spray cold water with a rubber tube to bathe us, hide their dishes and chopsticks high, even because of their own. The child shook hands with me and wanted to soak it with disinfectant, as if it had touched some virus. In fact, we are all children, but they have a happy family, and I am the child who was brought back from the garbage dump.
I want to pursue the equality and freedom that belongs to me, and I want to seek the respect of others. So on that cold rainy night, I ran out, with only the two hard-toothed buns that I saved, and a single coat. The icy rain on my head makes me feel happy. Does God shed tears for pitying me? Let this heaven-sent tears wash away the humiliation over the past eight years, and let these tears witness the self-esteem of a beggar! Yes, I got my wish and became a little beggar.
When I first went out, I felt that the sky was big and no one could control me, so I was at ease. But when the cold at night made me unable to sleep, and I couldn't get food hungry, I realized that being a beggar turned out to be so difficult. And that orphanage, I never want to go back again. I hate those wicked people who use charity as an excuse. They spend money to build the orphanage and torture the children for their own desires!
I still remember clearly that the first meal I asked for was a whole sesame seed cake. Perhaps the owner of the sesame cake shop watched me standing there for a full afternoon, and stared at a pan of sesame seed in a daze. , Maybe because I didn't disrupt his business, or maybe because I was a child, in short, when the last hot biscuits came out of the pot, he picked up the first hot biscuits and handed it to me: "Eat, no money. "
After being hungry for a day, I really moved my index finger when I smelled the tempting fragrance of sesame cakes, but I still wrapped the sesame cakes carefully, and then ran away with a "thank you". I know someone is hungry than me, an old beggar with a broken leg. From the third day I became a beggar, I found a gang of beggars. In other words, everyone just found a lot of cement pipes to shelter in. I met this old beggar there.
There are not many scholars and children among the beggars, especially those who come out of the orphanage like me. Others say that I don't know how to enjoy the blessing and run out of the orphanage where I can eat and drink without having to work, but the old beggar's eyes are full of sympathy and appreciation, yes, an appreciation from the beggar's eyes.
"Come here, kid, let me see." The old beggar waved his hand and didn't move. I noticed that his legs and feet seemed uncomfortable.
"Your leg?" I slowly moved over and asked, "Is it injured?" From the outside, there was no blood stains, it should not be a new injury.
"The old problem is sick." The old beggar didn't seem to care. He was really old. He looked 70 or 80 years old, with white eyebrows and beard, and his clothes were clean even though they were ragged. A little bit of an outsider's appearance. "Why ran out of the orphanage, where there is food and drink and a place to sleep."
"People there don't look at people with straight eyes. They are not free and unhappy." What I came back to was simply and neat. In fact, when a beggar, no one looks at you straight. "I want to be recognized by others, and I want to live with self-esteem."
"Is it self-respect? Even a beggar should live with self-respect." The old beggar murmured. Before I had time to ask the beggar's self-esteem, the surrounding beggars exploded, "Come on, I'm not dead. I'm also preaching your fallacies and heresies, don't delay other people's children filling their stomachs, we are a beggar, and it's the most beautiful to sleep in the sun when you are full."
"That's it, a beggar who still chews words can fill his stomach?" the other guy quarreled.
As if to cooperate with the ridicule of the people, the old beggar's stomach rang out, he said embarrassedly, "Well, you really can't read books as a meal." I can guess him by looking at the dishes on his face. In the dilemma, one of the injured legs has been raining again recently. I am afraid that I haven't eaten anything for a few days.
"Well, I still have half a steamed bun here, if" I stretched out my hand timidly and handed over half a steamed bun. That is my last ration, of course before I get my first meal.
The old beggar was not welcome. He accepted the half of the steamed buns calmly, and said to me after eating slowly, "Do you want to learn to read? This half of the steamed buns is considered a teacher's ceremony." It's funny, half a steamed bread's teacher's ceremony. Which teacher of worship is this? But it's pretty good. I like to read words since I was a kid, but it's a pity that the people in the orphanage didn't bother to teach us.
The first thing the old beggar taught me was not how to read. He had to teach me how to beg for food. In fact, the most annoying thing is precisely the beggar that pesters people, pulls your trousers or blocks your way forward. People's only little compassion is also lost because of disgust and unwillingness. This way The beggar may be tired every day but not necessarily the person who wants the most. The second is the kind that pretends to be disabled. Such beggars may have been useful a few years ago, but now most people have a precautionary heart, disability = liar, so although such people are onlookers, they seldom bend over to pay. Of. The old beggar taught me how to read people's minds, how to judge the probability of successful begging from the eyes of others, and not to do unnecessary struggles. This is the first lesson he taught me.
So today I got to the first sesame seed cake, and then returned to the old beggar carefully with the still hot sesame seed cake, and respectfully broke off half of it. The old beggar was not in a hurry to eat, but first asked me: "What do you feel? ?"
I replied as I ate, "It seems to be a little moved. The eyes of the people who are willing to give you have some distinctive light, which is different from those in the orphanage." At the time, I didn't understand it, it was buried in my heart. The thing is called kindness. What a beggar has to do is to discover this kindness, and to find the begging object at the corner of his mouth is the guarantee of income.
Since then, I have never worried about whether I will be hungry, because I once had to go to a whole Roujiamo, and in the eyes of those beggars, I was a genius in this line.