My parents had passed away early, and I was dependent on my frail grandmother, and our sole source of livelihood was a 13 square meter grocery store. But I don't feel any misfortune, not to have been to heaven, hell is good.

The first thing that made me feel happy was the things my grandmother picked up. There was no extra money to buy them, so picking up was the best way to replace them. So I had dolls with broken arms, galoshes that didn't fit, and a brother.

It was a stormy day.

I saw from the window grandma pulled something back, I thought I picked up the gift, happy to meet at the door, so I saw him. I have recalled this scene for countless times: his clothes were ragged, his face was dirty, and he could not see his eyebrows clearly, but his eyes were very bright. Without saying a word, water dripped from his eyelashes, and he stared at me without blinking. Strangely, I was not surprised, as if I had foreseen that he would come into my life at this time.

"Wash your face."

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"HMM."

This is our first conversation.

"For days, sleeping in the garbage, what a pity!" Grandma coughed and said, "Let's share it. We're a boy."

"What's your name?" "I said, looking into a basin of black water and his increasingly clear eyes.

"Wei." "He whispered.

"Wei? David?" I asked.

He shook his head and said nothing. Grandma took the rice and said, "Wei, no name."

I turned my eyes and said: "That is called like the wind! My name is Picture-perfect!"

He nodded, and I was pleasantly surprised, for he listened to me.

At night, Grandma hung a curtain in our originally not spacious room, my brother slept on my c yellow, my grandma and I slept on the other side.

When the yellow was on, I opened the curtain and said to the wind, "Are you afraid? If you are afraid, come to us!" Like the wind shook his head and said: "Not afraid." I "oh" turned around, want to frighten him, and suddenly from the side of the curtain, out of a loud voice, like the wind scared into a ball, back against the wall, looking at me in terror, beautiful little face turned pale. I didn't think he'd be so scared, you know? Grandma fell asleep, I quietly reached over to his side, whispered: "Don't be afraid, hand to me, I pull you to sleep!" As the wind began and did not respond, my hands in the bed outside a little cold, just want to recover, as the wind but gently pulled me. I was so happy that I held his hand tightly and soon fell asleep.

Night, the first night we met, so hand in hand.

That year, I was 12 years old, Wei Rufeng was 11.