Little Beggar
by Han Qingchen
About This Novel
There is no light, no light can be seen. The darkness outside the city is real darkness. The dark wind, the dark road, the dark wilderness and us. Like a bunch of rats in the wild, no, the rats are still free. We are imprisoned rats, juggling in the streets during the day. But there is still joy in juggling. We must kneel down and face the world. No matter how bright the sun is, it cannot shine on our hearts. We beg for a lot of money, fill other people's pockets, and turn it into mansions, cars, women, and dogs. We were cold, hungry, dirty, sick, and were always beaten, scolded, and even injured, maimed, or even killed. Are the stars twinkling all over the sky? The moons in the wilderness are always cold, and they only add to the darkness. Father Zhang chased us away like a chicken, and the small sheds in the suburbs were endlessly far away.
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