The narrow alley is both sheltered from the wind and quiet, a place he likes for its lack of disturbance.
Because wherever there are people, he is despised, and if he meets someone with a bad temper, he often gets beaten.
In the alley, he found some discarded newspapers, and covered himself with weeds, intending to spend the night like this.
This was much better than winter, when, in a frozen world, he couldn't find a place to keep warm, and several times he nearly froze or starved to death.
But his life force was strong, even heaven wouldn't take him.
Every time, when he was on the brink of death, he miraculously survived.
Afterwards, even he was surprised.
Could it be that this small fortune was heaven's way of abandoning him, even rejecting his death?
That night, he thought he hadn't found anything to eat, but he could still sleep well.
