I’ll Pick Up Trash to Support You, Little Brother!

To Shen Quanquan, there was no better place in the world than the junkyard.

There, he could unearth half a can of preserved fruit, half a loaf of bread, or a stuffed teddy bear that was only missing one arm.

Best of all, you could even find a big brother in the junkyard!

—A half-a-brother whose legs couldn’t walk! A remarkably handsome, remarkably clean brother. The kind of brother Shen Quanquan wouldn’t trade away even if someone offered him ten whole glass marbles.

Shen Quanquan had picked up a kitten once, but it ran away on its own.

He had picked up a puppy once, and that ran away, too.

Then he picked up this lame big brother… Ha! He didn’t have usable feet, so he couldn’t run anywhere.

Still, Shen Quanquan couldn’t quite shake his worry. Seeing that this brother didn’t remember anything anyway, his big eyes darted around, and he leaned close to the boy’s ear to whisper: “Your name is Shen Miaomiao. This is our home. You like me so much, and you swore you wouldn’t leave with anyone else even if they gave you a hundred glass marbles.”

In the first twelve years of his life, Chu Ya never imagined he would end up washed ashore in the slums of the Abyss—crippled in both legs, and kept in a garbage dump by a six-year-old child like a pet.

“Shen Miaomiao, I’m heading out to work now! Be a good boy at home, okay? Don’t tear apart our couch!”

Even less could Chu Ya have imagined that throughout those desperate years of struggling just to survive, never once did he contemplate abandoning Shen Quanquan.

Shen Quanquan was his everything.

I Scavenge Trash to Support You, Big Brother!