李仲明蹲在背街巷口，嘴里叼着半截狗尾巴草，眼神却直勾勾地盯着垃圾桶。不是他怂，实在是巷子太偏僻，连个野狗都不上，垃圾桶都显得格外精神——孤零零戳在那儿，跟个倔强的老头似的。

今天运气不错，倒是丢了件东西。就是那块儿烂银鸦。李仲明皱了皱鼻子，捡起来在袖口蹭了蹭。银鸦不大，也就指甲盖大小，颜色灰扑扑的，边缘还有道豁口，活像被什么东西硬是给齁住了嘴。 school dropoutAlthough he's only fourteen, he doesn't have a bad temper for his age and is a little clever. Last time he went to Changshao to buy snacks, he was beaten by a group of street urchins. He actually learned how to fight from the person who beat him. He also found this broken silver sparrow, which he secretly taught himself to "fly" every day, and it was cheaper than buying snacks. He never expected that the silver sparrow, which he had been proudly playing with for a few days, would attract a date with the whole world.

"Damn luck," muttered Li Zhongming, lighting a cigarette from the street stall. The smoke curled up, forming a white plume in the air. The street stall owner, a burly man with a ruddy face, puffed out his chest. "See? I told you I'm the best shoemaker in this area. I make shoes that match your feet perfectly."