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Chapter 118 Meng Po, Too Much Soup (8)

She hopped off the branch and rolled her eyes.

There was a wicked smile on the corner of his lips, and he reached out and waved his sleeve robe.

Following her instructions, a gust of wind suddenly blew up, and this gust of wind blew up the children on the ground. Except for the little beggar, everyone else was wrapped in the whirlwind and circled around in the wind.

The children didn't know what happened, they were surrounded by the hurricane, they only knew that they were afraid, and they shouted for help loudly in mid-air.

The little beggar squatting in the corner was not frightened by the Mu picture, as if he could neither see nor hear.

Holding the corner of the wall to stand up, after stabilizing his body, he left without looking back.

Gu Qian, who was sitting on the old locust tree, looked at it and let out a boring "tsk".

With another wave of the sleeve robe, the wind stopped.

The children fell to the ground one after another from the mid-air which was not very high. They cried out in pain and couldn't care less about crying. All the children turned around and ran away as soon as they landed tacitly.

Shouting while running.

"There are monsters—"

"The little beggar is a monster—"

Hearing their yells, Gu Qian suddenly felt that she had acted lightly, and that she was still in the mood to curse.

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Here, the little beggar ran crookedly back to a haystack under the bridge with short legs.

There lay an old beggar dying.

The old beggar breathed a sigh of relief. Hearing the sound of footsteps, he shrank subconsciously.

He didn't relax until that little figure appeared.

He smiled at him with difficulty, "The dog is back."

Sitting next to the old beggar, the little beggar took out half a dirty steamed bun from his wide cuff and handed it to the old beggar.

He pushed back, "The dog eats, grandpa won't live long, don't waste food."

As he said that, tears flowed from his eyes, looking at the child's bruised face, he was full of sadness.

This is only the face, the body suffered more injuries.

"The dog suffers with grandpa." The old beggar regretted it very much. If he hadn't moved his selfishness at the beginning, maybe this child would have been picked up by a good family.

You don't have to live and sleep with yourself, and be beaten and insulted every day.

He is too lonely, begging all his life, always alone by his side.

It was the dog that gave him a touch of human warmth, even though the child couldn't speak.

The little beggar shook his head while holding the steamed bun.

He tore off the corner of the steamed bun and handed it to the old beggar's mouth.

The old beggar refused to eat, so he stubbornly raised his hand.

The two were in a stalemate with each other, and in the end the old beggar couldn't reach him and swallowed with tears.

This warm scene moved Gu Qian who followed him all the way.

Of course, the feeling of being touched only lasted for a second.

It's just a half-sized steamed bun, and the two of you take a bite of each other, Gu Qian sighed as he watched it for a long time, and really wanted to grab it and stuff it into the old beggar's mouth for the little beggar.

For the next few days, she quietly followed the little beggar dog, watching his daily life.

His life pattern is very good, and he went out to beg with a broken bowl before dawn.

Gu Qianlai glanced down at the little figure from the tree, and then looked back with just one glance.

He yawned lazily on the tree, saying that it is good to be young, and then squinted his eyes and fell asleep.

This sleep lasted until noon.

Seeing that the little beggar was about to go out again, Gu Qian hurriedly floated behind him and followed him unhurriedly.

These days, he has been squatting on the bustling streets, watching those passing by eagerly.

The little beggar couldn't speak, couldn't scream, and didn't shake the bowl like other beggars. He just quietly squatted in his place holding the bowl, watching the people coming and going.

If it weren't for the dirty face and body, it would be very dilapidated.

He really doesn't look like a beggar like this.

(End of this chapter)