Ye Xiao stuffed the last bite of the steamed bun into his mouth, chewing it until his cheeks were sore. This steamed bun had been put here since noon yesterday. It was so hard that it could hit a dog, but he still swallowed every bit of it. There was something at the bottom of my stomach, and the coldness that came out from the seams of my bones finally subsided.
He squatted in a cement pipe next to the construction site. It was windy outside and the sand hit his face. The cotton-padded jacket he was wearing was sewn by his mother before she left. It was said to be a cotton-padded jacket, but in fact it was just a bit of old cotton stuffed between the two layers of cloth. There were holes at the elbows, and when the wind blew, the cold air went straight in.
