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"Squeaky~"

"Squeaky~"

The wind is blowing the small branches of the trees in the cold night.

Under the pale moonlight, an old black swan flew over and landed on a dry tree branch.

The dry and unpleasant sound suddenly stopped.

A thin figure shivered under the tree, looking up at the old black bird, then lowering his head, leaning his legs together, and huddled up.

Someone was talking in the room: "Master, take a look, is that little bastard dead?"

A man in cotton-padded clothes came out in response. He took a breath of cold air, walked under a small tree branch, and kicked the thin figure. When he saw that he was still trembling, he took a sip.

"A dog's life is tough."

Then he entered the house.

A man and a woman inside the room cursed several times and then extinguished a weak light.

The figure huddled under the small tree again.

On the branch, the black old bird's dark eyes were moving, with a bit of strangeness.

"Baby, how old are you?"

A hoarse voice sounded from nowhere, echoing in the child's ears under the tree.

The thin child raised his head and looked around, but saw nothing.

But he was honest by nature and still answered: "Twelve years old."

"Twelve years old, so thin and small, he has endured a lot of hardships... He is a child with a hard life."

The hoarse voice sounded again: "What's your name?"

"Han Yu."

The child answered, and looked around again despite the coldness. He saw the black old bird above his head tilting his head and looking at him under the white moonlight, and asked: "Is it you who is talking? Black Old Bird?"

"Haha..."

The hoarse voice laughed and continued: "Little boy Han Yu, why were you thrown in the yard and didn't come into the house? Are your parents in the house?"

"It's not my parents inside the house. My father died while hunting, and my mother remarried to another village."

Han Yu replied: "This is my home. They don't let me live in the house anymore..."

"Who are they?"

"The eldest son and his wife."

"Why?" the hoarse voice asked.

"I don't know why, but they kicked me out, saying that if I die in this courtyard, everything will be easy." Han Yu replied in confusion, and then looked at the black old bird. He had never seen such a big crow.

The hoarse voice laughed again: "So, they want to take over your home, but they don't want to be involved in a life-threatening lawsuit, right?"

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