Jidao Kuangyu

I'm just a gangster on the street; they all call me "Yu". I'm 11 years old this year. I have never met my parents, they gave birth to me and left me on the roadside , it was a kind-hearted old man who took me home. He has no son, and I often ask him about his son; he changes the subject. He never told I am concerned about the whereabouts of his son. Later, he unfortunately fell ill and died. I bought his house, took care of his funeral arrangements, and buried him. I'll start I have to live a wandering life. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.