When I was four years old, famine was raging.
Zhang Dehou used a butcher's knife to dismantle his brother and stew him.
Liu Hua picked me up on her shoulders and cried, "Yaoer, mother is sorry for you."
She sold me.
There is a "human market" on the market, and people are sold by the pound.
The night I was bought, I chewed the bag of wheat chaff my mother gave me, and my mouth was filled with blood. The pebbles mixed in with the wheat chaff rotted my gums, but I swallowed hard. Only when you are full can you have the strength to run.
I stumbled and ran into someone's arms. Everyone calls him Qian Suiye.
He took me in. There is food to eat, books to read, martial arts training, and money. He takes in many people - regardless of their background or past, as long as they are willing to abandon their past, he will give them a bite to eat. Everyone said he had a bodhisattva heart.
Such a kind person would be willing to die for him.
Later I learned that people like me are called dead soldiers.
It turns out that kindness can be sharpened into a knife and stained with blood.
Intention: Good and evil come from the same source and come from the heart; the knife can kill people, but it can also save people.