When the wind in Canglan Prefecture blows across the bluestone road in Qingyun City, it always carries the musty smell of the dilapidated earth temple in the south of the city.
That year, Awen had just turned one year old. He was wrapped in an old washed linen cloth and was thrown on the threshold of the City God's Temple. His cry was as weak as a dying kitten. It was the lame old beggar Ma who picked him up and brought him back to the leaky and ruined temple. Old beggar Ma has no name, and others call him Ma Cripple. When he was young, he broke his right leg while carrying work for others. He also suffered from a disease in his waist. On rainy days, he was so painful that he gasped. But he was very kind to Awen with all his heart.
Not bad, pretty good-looking