Chapter 10 The Story of Big Nose.2

Among the three million people in "Great Shanghai", we don't know how many children like our protagonist here are. On the other hand, among the 3 million people in "Great Shanghai", how many children are sleeping in fragrant quilts, and their tired and broken toys are thrown in the trash can, causing our protagonist to crawl in and find them, so We don't know much about those who have been kicked by the gatekeepers.Maybe the number of the two is not much different, or the number of people sleeping soundly under the quilt is less, we don't care for the time being.

But we know with solid evidence: Among the three million people in "Great Shanghai", there are about 300,000 to 400,000 children who are about the same age as our protagonist, working in silk factories, match factories, and light bulb factories. , and in factories of all kinds, to have their blood sucked by machines from six o'clock in the morning to six o'clock in the afternoon!It is their blood, to say something that is not too much, to feed the children and their parents who are sleeping soundly in bed. Our protagonist has also seen the children working like human wax slowly coming out of the gate of the light bulb factory or other factories.At that time, if his stomach was growling, he was envious of them. He knew that when they came out, they would at least have a "home" (even if it was a straw hut) to return to, at least a big pie to bite, and at least To be able to sleep until five o'clock tomorrow morning under something called a roof.

He certainly didn't expect that the children he envied before him would be sucked by the machine to the point of being useless in a few years, and then they would be spit out and thrown on the street, so he didn't even have the ability to compete with wild dogs for meat and bones, even "pull" The scalper doesn't have the strength to cross the bridge, even... However, let's not talk about this aspect, let's go back to our protagonist. He was not born without a "home".What kind of "home" he couldn't remember.He only vaguely remembered that a war broke out in Shanghai that year, and the "big iron bird" dropped countless bombs in the air, some of which fell on tall houses, but more fell on the slums where his "home" was. , so he has no "home".

At the same time, he has no father and mother.He doesn't know why there are no more; he can't remember what his parents looked like now, he was only seven or eight years old at that time, which was too young; moreover, he never saw clearly when his parents were in Japan. over their faces.They go out when it is still dark, and come back when it is dark again, and they also feed some kind of machine. However, he had parents, and how he became without parents, and who took his parents away, he will never forget.He also clearly remembered: After losing his parents, he was sent to a place among a large group of old women and children, and he had a little thin porridge or moldy flatbread to eat.About half a year later, one day a decent gentleman asked them all to go into a room and ask them one by one. When he was asked, he remembered something like this:

"Do you have a home?" He shook his head. "Do you have any relatives?" He shook his head again. Then the decent gentleman shook his head too.Draw a stroke on a piece of paper with a pencil, and call another number. After that, in a few days, he was thrown on the street in a daze, and he was in the company of other children in the same situation in a daze. Sometimes they were friendly, sometimes they fought, and he also kept company with wild dogs. He also fights with wild dogs; it has dragged on for a few years, and he is used to it. He just thinks that people like him probably have to live like this.