The Little Beggar

Tang Yu smiled. "Then just don't let him find out. Come on, let's go. I'm off to eat and drink my fill."

After that, Tang Yu ignored the system and went looking for a restaurant. He didn't need food to survive, but in the past, he'd only skipped meals because the plain, meager food wasn't worth eating.

Tang Yu found a restaurant that looked fairly clean and went inside. After looking over the menu, he ordered a whole tableful of meat dishes. As the food was brought out one dish at a time, he suddenly noticed a little beggar squatting by the entrance. She was filthy, but her eyes were very large and bright.

The little beggar stared fixedly at the food on Tang Yu's table. It wasn't her fault she couldn't take her eyes off it; the restaurant was empty by then, and Tang Yu was the only customer left.

Seeing the little beggar stirred a trace of pity in Tang Yu. Just then, the waiter spotted her, then turned to Tang Yu. "Young sir, this little beggar has no parents. The owner takes pity on her and gives her the customers' leftovers every day. But there aren't any leftovers today. You ordered so much that you surely won't finish it all. Could you give her what's left?"

Tang Yu shook his head. The waiter sighed to himself, but then Tang Yu spoke again. "Why give her leftovers?"

As he spoke, Tang Yu walked over to the little beggar. She shrank back in fright, her body trembling uneasily as she lowered her head.

Tang Yu did his best to speak gently. "Would you like to have a meal with me?"

The little beggar looked up at Tang Yu in confusion. She looked to be only five or six years old, and was about as tall as Tang Yu. Looking into her eyes, Tang Yu couldn't help admiring how beautiful they were.

When the waiter heard Tang Yu, he immediately smiled. "Hurry up and say yes, young lady. Otherwise, you'll go hungry today."

The little beggar clearly wasn't afraid of the waiter. She promptly nodded, and Tang Yu smiled as he took her hand, not minding the dirt on it at all.

He led the little beggar toward the table. Tang Yu didn't notice the strange look in her eyes. She had never met anyone who didn't look down on her before. The restaurant owner and the waiter were both kind to her, but neither would ever take her filthy hand.

What the little beggar didn't know was that Tang Yu had been an orphan in his previous life, too. She was far luckier than he had been as a child. At least someone was willing to give her leftovers. Back then, Tang Yu had survived by rummaging through one garbage can after another for something to eat. So it was absolutely impossible that he would look down on orphans and beggars.

And because of what he'd gone through as a child, whenever Tang Yu saw someone bullying an orphan or beggar after he grew up, he would charge in and throw a punch without hesitation. It was impulsive, and he'd done it many times. Once, it had even landed him in jail. But he'd never regretted it, because he knew all too well what it was like to be an orphan or a beggar—especially an orphan. The world had already treated them unfairly from the moment they were born, so what gave anyone else the right to bully them?