罗成哆哆嗦嗦地蹭到街角，看着那辆三轮早点摊， Early morning sunlight barely touched the cobblestone road, casting long shadows that seemed to swallow the few passersby whole. The smell of morning pancakes and soy milk filled the air, but it did nothing to warm罗成's stomach. Two copper coins? He讷讷地看了看老板，人家连眼皮都没抬一下，手上的铜板就跟烫手山芋似的。

“滚蛋！”老板嘟囔了一句，声音不大，却让罗成脸一阵红一阵白。他灰溜溜地绕开，心里又冷又酸。 Liangshan is proud, but dignity is dignity. Unable to bear it, he took a deep breath and walked to the riverfront. The river was wide, the water was black, and the wind was biting cold. The frost on the river surface was like broken glass, reflecting nothing but the cold sky.

He sat on the embankment, legs crossed, and stared blankly into the distance. The wind blew past, ruffling his already ragged hair. Just then, a rowboat rowed slowly toward the shore, with an old man at the oars. The man saw罗成, paused, and then rowed to the岸.罗成 did not move, nor did he show any intention of moving.