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The cold wind poured in from the hole in the wall, making the temple as cold as an ice cave.

The little beggar curled up in the corner still shivered with cold even though he pulled a lot of dead leaves on his body.

He has a pale face and is thin and has poor development.

He was injured in his right leg and his wound became suppurated.

His lips turned blue, but his face showed a strange flush - this was a symptom of worsening abscess and a high fever.

It is obvious that the little beggar will definitely not be able to survive this winter night by relying on himself alone.

But he was lucky.

Because someone will come to accompany him soon.

With a creaking sound, the dilapidated temple door was pushed open, and a disheveled man held his left arm and staggered in.

It turned out to be an old beggar.

Hearing the movement, the little beggar turned his head with difficulty and glanced at the old beggar.

The old beggar was also looking at the little beggar.

"You are..." The old beggar stared at the little beggar's right leg and said, "Is it bitten by a dog?"

"You...you are..." said the little beggar weakly, "Is it bitten?"

The old beggar was slightly stunned and glanced at his injured left arm.

"Haha, yes, I was bitten." The old beggar laughed self-deprecatingly, "You kid, you really don't even want to calm down when you die."

"I'll calm down... I can't live longer, either." said the little beggar.

"Yes." The old beggar said with certainty.

"If I can't speak, I'd rather not live that long." The little beggar said with struggle, his eyes seemingly regaining a hint of spirit.

"Good words!" The old beggar slapped his thigh, "I can't speak, I can't speak, I can't speak, I can't speak, what's the difference between being a human being like this and a bamboo pole?"

Having said that, both of them fell into a long silence next.

finally……

"Boy, are you dead? Say something." The old beggar suddenly said.

The little beggar opened his eyes, and starlight reflected in his eyes.

"What should I say?" said the little beggar.

"Whatever you say," said the old beggar.

"Now... it's midnight?" asked the little beggar.

"It's been halfway through the middle of the hour." The old beggar calculated with his fingers.

"Then..." the little beggar smiled slightly, "I wish everyone a good New Year."

In the sky, bursts of firecrackers were faintly heard...

Although the procrastination disease in the north has occurred repeatedly recently, at this critical moment, I still have to climb up and say: Every festival is three pounds, so everyone is happy, hahaha.

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