Dragon?

[Jing'an 43 years, the capital city]

In the 43rd year of Jing'an, the winter of that year was extremely cold.

The streets are sparsely populated. If it is not for livelihood, no one will come out to do business in such a snowy day.

The freshly steamed steamed buns are so white that they glow, and the smoke curls up, revealing the face of a little boy.

Relying on his short stature, he has been hiding by the steamer without being discovered, and now the steamed buns are out of the pot...

Aiming at the right moment, he jumped up and grabbed a steamed bun with one hand.

"Hey! Little bastard!!"

The shopkeeper who noticed it raised his hand and was about to call, the boy dodged and quickly ran towards the middle of the street.

"Stealing in broad daylight!!" Rolling up his sleeves, the shopkeeper chased after him angrily.

The child's legs are short, just one section, round like a white radish.

The two pieces of radishes struggled to move with humming and humming. They were not as fast as adults, and they were overtaken in two or three strokes.

"You've been caught!" The shopkeeper lifted the boy's collar and said viciously, "The steamed buns are here!"

I didn't see the child handing over the steamed buns, but I heard him humming with his head down.

"Why are you crying?" The unsympathetic shopkeeper slapped the boy's forehead hard: "Is it reasonable to steal?"

But not crying.The boy was eating steamed buns, and the whine was because he was choking.

He was fat and hungry for a long time, and he seemed to eat without chewing.Take a bite of the steamed bun on the left, and another bite on the right, the speed is extremely fast, the more you choke, the more you swallow.The cheeks are always bulging, and it is hard to tell which is the cheek meat and which is the steamed bun stuffed in.

"You...!! Come again!!"

Seeing the frenzied shopkeeper stretch out his hand, even wanting to take away the last bite of steamed bun, the boy's mouth opened to an unprecedented degree.

"Wow--"

The steamed bun was pushed in quite reluctantly, and his mouth was tightly closed, leaving no room for chewing.

Holding back all his energy and having nowhere to go, the shopkeeper kicked the boy hard in the abdomen.

"There are bastards who are born and no one raises them!!"

The child squatted down clutching his belly, half of his body was immersed in the snow, and his back took the place of the last few kicks that followed.

"Damn, unlucky little bastard! Get lost, don't let me see you again!"

The boy spat out a piece of steamed bun uncomfortably, and the shopkeeper was disgusted by him.

Seeing him squinting at himself, the boy thought he was going to grab his own food, and hastily swallowed the steamed buns back.

"Tsk, you're not wrong at all, what a beast." ——It's no different from cats and dogs, who can eat their own vomit without changing their expressions.

Thinking that one more look would cloud his eyes, the man lifted his feet and left.

The fat kid stayed where he was, until the steamed buns in his mouth fell safely into his stomach, and then he stood up crookedly.

"Steamed bun……"

He wrapped his clothes tightly and muttered to himself aftertaste the deliciousness just now: "It's just out of the pan, so warm."

"And," licking the corner of his mouth, he laughed heartlessly: "It's so sweet."

Going to the outskirts of the city, there is a dilapidated thatched shed near the mass grave.The owner of the hayloft has gone somewhere, and now it is occupied by a child and a hen.

A hen is stolen by a child.

He was alone in this world, and at the beginning he was begging like a homeless kid; the skinny kid next to him wanted money, but no one gave him money.

He was so hungry that he could only learn some petty and unsavory methods to obtain food... Although the goal is big and the skill is not dexterous, some food is better than nothing.

Waiting for the hens to lay eggs is the most time-consuming recreational activity of a child's day.

Since the hen was stolen back, she hasn't laid an egg once.He always feels that it is saving, and one day it will lay eggs, and it will lay many, many eggs.

——But the boy guessed wrong, not a lot, but a lot.

That day, he was beaten for stealing steamed buns. When he returned to his "home" in the snow, he found that the hen had laid a giant egg.The egg was a circle bigger than the hen, and the shell was white, covered with bits and pieces of sundries.

It chased behind the hen's buttocks, rolling over and over in the grass shed.

The hen was so frightened that it fluttered its wings desperately, and the egg followed her up and down, as nimbly as if it had eyes.

In the end, the hen had no strength to toss, and the egg obediently put its huge self under its body. ——Looking eager to be hatched.

—clearly not a hen's offspring...

"Wow, this egg..."

The boy's eyes lit up, and he opened the door of the hut.

"It's so big, it can be eaten for a long time!!"

The desperate hen spread her legs, passed the boy, and ran out of the shed.

So, the child with shining eyes and the egg with shit on its shell each occupied a corner of the hut.The depressing footsteps and the slightly swaying egg body announced that the human-egg battle was imminent.

"Shua—" The boy swiped a white radish to sweep his legs, creating a gust of madness.

The hay flew, instantly covering the surface of the egg.

Thinking that he has the chance to win, the boy hurried over, ready to pick up the egg...but he saw that the forage swayed, and the egg flew into the air!

It leaped to the top of his head, knocked "bang bang bang" several times, and the pain caused his brain to crack.

The child instinctively covered his head with both hands, raised his head and aimed at the position of the egg, ready to retaliate... As a result, his exposed forehead was hit hard by it again.

A fight...

"Don't hit it! Don't hit it! You'll be broken, don't you know it!" the boy shouted with tears in his eyes.

—If it broke, he would have nothing to eat.

Hearing this, the egg in mid-air paused for no reason, and was caught by the boy's hand waving wildly in the sky.

It made a gesture to break free, and his reaction was one step faster than it.He took it into his arms, used his back as a cushion, and flew towards the corner.

In order to prevent the egg from flying up and hitting him again, he hugged it with hands and feet.

"Hu-hu-"

The gale of snow whizzed by my ears.

Tired of playing, both sides.

The boy gasped for breath, and the snowflakes fell on his face, turning into tiny water marks.

He hugged the egg that became quiet at the moment, like hugging a round hand warmer. ——When he was in the palace before, he used the hand warmer.Although it has been too long, the feeling at that time is no longer accurate, but in retrospect, it is such a comfortable feeling.

The small thatched shed that leaks wind and rain, looking up from the corner here, you can see a large expanse of blue sky.

Dan was surprisingly honest, and he didn't even move after being hugged.

"You fell from the sky, didn't you!"

The child didn't know where he got the inspiration from, and suddenly said: "I've never seen such a big egg..."

"I've never heard of it... eggs can hit people..." His voice was muffled, but he had no choice but to touch the back of his painful head.

"You are so warm," the boy swallowed, and looked at the egg: "Are you cooked?"

"..." Dan pushed his chin, looking lively.

It is saying - I am alive!

The atmosphere, which was tense not long ago, was strangely calmed down now.

The egg stopped moving again.

Regardless of the species, cubs need to be cared for and yearn for warmth, and the egg obviously likes to be hugged like this. ——It is very strong and safe, as if staying inside, it can be hatched and grown up properly.

A strange egg suddenly appeared in the house, and the boy felt very novel.

It's been a long time since anyone talked to him, let alone played with him.

Now he seems to be talking to himself, but he feels that the fierce egg in his arms... can understand.

In fact, the sum of the few hits by it is not as good as the kick from stealing steamed buns, and it is not very painful to feel it carefully.

"My name is Qiao Zhi, what's your name?"

They don't know each other without a fight, and there is an undisguised intimacy in the child's tone.

"..."

"Haha, I forgot you can't talk anymore."

"So, you don't have a name..."

He thought about it for a while, and then he had an idea: "Hey! Then, shall I name you?"

"I'm Qiao Zhi, you are Dandan who fell into my house, so you are called Qiaodandan!"

The egg shakes violently left and right twice, which represents "excitement"?or something else.

The child said to himself, with every word and sentence clearly: "You have to be obedient, if you are obedient, you are good Joe, if you are not good, you are bad Joe."

His cold left hand touched the top of the egg, drawing some warmth from it.

"If you are very good now, you can call Qiao Haodan!" Because of the comfortable warmth, he couldn't help squinting and laughing.

The egg that was stroked and called a good egg became strangely quiet.

"Don't hit me again!"

The child muttered and whispered, "I won't eat you for a while..."

"temporarily……"

Drowsy from the sound of the wind and the warmth, the little boy Qiao closed his eyelids slightly.

"temporary……"

The hand touching the egg gradually slowed down.

In snowy days, sleeping is a luxury for him. He never dared to sleep too deeply for fear that he would freeze to death in his dreams.

But, good egg, it's so warm.

Qiao Zhi had a dream, dreaming about what happened when he was very young...

The academy in the palace had big pillars and a high roof. It was the first time he entered the academy, and he was bullied by the princes who were older than him.

When he returned, A Niang ordered his servants to bring eggs to apply to his wound.

The hot egg rolled and rolled on the bruise, and A Niang coaxed him in a low voice: "A Zhi, bear with it, it's okay, it will get better soon."Ah Zhi had a sore nose, he wanted to cry, but he held back because of that sentence.

The urge to cry loudly has been accumulated in his heart, and it has been suppressed until today, and it seems that it has not dissipated.

"It's okay, it'll be fine...it'll be..." The vague dream started out of nowhere, and gradually dissipated into the air.

Dan thought that he was hugging him more and more loosely, so he sneaked into the boy's obscene pants.

After drilling, it silently put itself in the posture of being hatched by a "hen".