In the extreme cold of winter, when the steam of every breath froze in the mouth and fell to the ground, John walked down the street, rummaging around the street and trash cans to find a piece of bread. John was only thirteen years old. He was eleven years old when he lost his parents in a bank robbery; He had neither brother nor sister. After his parents were killed, the government gave his custody to his grandmother, but unfortunately, his grandmother died a few months later, and because his family was poor, they left him nothing to make a living. After his grandmother died, the government sent him to the Kingsley Orphanage, but he did not stand it and decided to flee, and finally, on a cold winter night, he carried out his decision and fled.