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It was impossible to give money, and even if the wallet was not taken away, it would not be possible for this old guy who was taking advantage of the situation to take advantage. Since this old guy has no morals and no conscience, it is no wonder that I do not respect the elderly and love the young.

He twitched the corner of his mouth with a sneer, then grabbed a jade pendant from the stall that was so brightly colored that it looked like a fake, and held it in his hand.

Seeing this, the old man hurriedly opened his eyes, his eyes bright and unusually bright, and shouted to Mengyu:

"Let me tell you, this is duck blood stone produced in South Africa. It will change color when it is stained with sweat. If you touch it, you have to buy it."

Why don't you call it duck blood stone? The color will also change if it is stained with sweat. It is probably because the paint on the surface has faded.

Meng Yu ignored the old guy's clamor, but his smile became more and more malicious.

I saw that his hand holding the jade pendant suddenly exerted force, and blue veins appeared on the back of his hand. The sound of breaking stones began to come out intermittently from the palm of his hand. When the old guy heard this sound, his unwilling mouth suddenly closed. .

Meng Yu stretched out his hand in front of the old man and slowly unfolded it. The jade pendant seemed to have been broken into more than a dozen pieces. The inside of the broken jade pendant was also gray-white, and there was no bright red on the surface.

The old man looked at the remains of the jade pendant in Meng Yu's palm and swallowed deeply. His mouth seemed to have been stitched with dozens of stitches and he could not speak a word.

Looking at him with a half-smile, Meng Yu teased:

"Duck blood stone? It's from South Africa? Looking at the color, you seem to have been deceived by the black chief who sold you the stone!"

The old man smiled stiffly and said sarcastically:

"Strong man! Well, young man! It's just me who can't see Taishan. I didn't read the almanac before going out today. You, sir, don't care about the faults of villains, just treat me like that stuffy fart!"

The material used to make this jade pendant was actually a piece of discarded stone picked up from a mine in the s and s in the neighboring suburbs of this city. It was really embarrassing for Mengyu to see through it, but what really made this old guy compromise was Mengyu's performance. Out of power.

Good guy, although this jade pendant has been exposed to the wind and sun in this stall for several years, it is still a stone. If you say it, crush it. If you give it to your old arms and legs, you will lose half your life. Gone.

Seeing the old guy's bottomless flattery, Meng Yu felt a burst of disdain in his heart. He didn't care much about it and snorted coldly and asked:

"Where did the people go?"

The old man immediately said flatteringly:

"Went to the west, about two or three minutes ago."

Meng Yu nodded and believed the other party. After all, the other party's stall was still here, so he didn't dare to lie to himself.

After learning the direction of the little girl's film, Meng Yu immediately chased to the west. The old man watched Meng Yu disappear at the intersection, and then he breathed a sigh of relief and slumped on the chair.

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In an alley not far from the job market, a little girl with a ponytail ran in panting. After making sure that no one was chasing her, she stood at the door of several inconspicuous bungalows and reached out to the door. Knocked lightly on it.

Not long after, a sound of footsteps approached the door. An eye was pressed against the middle seam of a pair of wooden doors that had been in disrepair for a long time. The eye looked around outside the door and confirmed that the little girl was alone before opening the door. He opened a crack and let the little girl into the house.

The person who opened the door was a man in his thirties or forties, slovenly dressed and with half a bottle of beer in his hand.

After closing the door, the man took a sip of beer and looked at the little girl and asked:

"How's it going? Did you find the goods?"

"Have."

The little girl nodded. The man was overjoyed and couldn't wait to reach out his hand and said:

"How many did you touch? Give them all to me."

She reached out and took out the mobile phone and wallet she had stolen from Meng Yu. The little girl looked at the big hand stretched out in front of her and did not hand over the things immediately. She said solemnly:

"Can you give me fifty yuan? Xiao Tao's birthday is coming soon..."

"There's so much bullshit! I feed you, drink you, and it's her mother's birthday!"

Before the little girl finished speaking, the man interrupted her and snatched the mobile phone and wallet from her hands.

Leaning against the wall, the little girl was so frightened by the man's yelling that she didn't dare to say a word.

Cursing and counting the cash in his wallet, the man turned around and walked into the courtyard.

"Damn, you only have so little money, how can you touch these poor people! This mobile phone can be used as an antique, how can you sell it. Damn, what a fucking waste, go and wash the clothes, that kid still has it in the morning I smashed a bowl, and if you can’t finish it before noon, you don’t want to eat anymore, it’s a waste of food.”

With tears in her eyes, the little girl looked at his back with helplessness and hatred, but she was helpless.

Watching the other person completely disappear from sight, the little girl suppressed the tears in the corner of her eyes, stretched her head and took another look to make sure that the other person had entered the house, and took out a piece of paper from the old pair of travel shoes under her feet. After carefully stuffing the hundred-yuan red note into her pocket, she walked to a wing on the south side of the courtyard. In the wing, a seven or eight-year-old boy was laboriously rubbing a lot of dirty clothes in the basin. The girl quickly took the basin of clothes from the little boy's hands.

"Let me do it. You hide this money."

Listening to the sound of the three people drinking in the back room, the little girl secretly handed over the money. The little boy took the money and immediately ran to a pile of firewood in the corner. He fiddled with the pile for a while and then squatted down again. Returned to the little girl.

"Sister, we have almost saved enough money, when are we leaving!"

The little girl carefully looked into the inner room and said to him softly:

"Little Tao, we have to wait for a good opportunity, otherwise we will be caught again like last time."

The little girl's words reminded the little boy of the last time he was captured and beaten, and his body trembled because of fear.

"Okay, then let's wait for a good opportunity and never get caught again like last time."

After saying this, the little boy named Xiao Tao leaned against a pile of straw by the wall, stared at the straw on the ground in a daze for a long time, and suddenly said:

"Sister, I miss the director! I miss my friends in the orphanage!"

Hearing this, the little girl's hand washing the clothes was silent for a long time, but in the end she didn't answer him anything, but her hand washing the clothes became harder and harder.

Although the little girl didn't say anything, it doesn't mean that she misses the life in the orphanage less than Xiao Tao. The time in the orphanage was the happiest and most worry-free time since she grew up. If it weren't for The fire destroyed the orphanage and claimed the lives of the director and six or seven of his companions. They should have been living a carefree life with the support of caring people, so how could they be wandering on the streets and be picked up by these gangsters? Instigated by him, he committed the crime of crowing and stealing.

But all this will be over soon. She and Xiao Tao have almost saved their travel expenses. From the old man at the door of the job market, they can find out the route to the city where Xiao Tao's mother lives. As long as they find a chance to escape, This nightmare is over.

The only thing that worries the little girl is that Xiao Tao's mother has not come back after being married for so many years, and she wonders if she can still accept Xiao Tao. The answer to this question can only be answered after we go there. If Xiaotao's mother really doesn't want him, then...then she can continue to steal and there will always be a way to survive.

Thinking about this matter, the little girl was a little distracted, and the little boy by the wall was also leaning on the straw and fell asleep.

A gust of breeze blew into the side room, waking the little girl up. She lowered her head and resumed her washing posture. But at this moment, Xiao Tao, who was also awake next to her, suddenly shouted in a panic with a trembling voice:

"Sister, sister, look quickly, look quickly."

The little girl frowned and looked at Xiao Tao on the straw pile in confusion, and found that he was pointing behind her with a ghostly look on his face.

Looking back with confusion on her face, the little girl was so frightened that she dropped the clothes in her hands and jumped onto the straw like a frightened rabbit.

"You, how did you get in? Are you a human or a ghost?"

Beside the firewood pile, Meng Yu, who had entered the wing like a ghost, was looking at the little girl on the haystack with a cold face. He said angrily:

"If I were a ghost, could you steal it? Please return my wallet and mobile phone to me."

After taking a few quick breaths and calming down a little, the little girl regained her composure and said:

"I don't have the stuff, it's in the hands of those people in the back room."

As the little girl said, there was also a rush of footsteps outside the wing. It was the three gangsters who also heard Xiao Tao's exclamation and rushed out.

"Who are you? How did you get in? What do you want to do?"

Meng Yu looked at the three men with ruffian faces in front of him, listened to their standard three-part routine, reached out and dug his ears, but did not answer their questions at all.

"Is my mobile wallet with you?"

Meng Yu's rhetorical question let the three of them know the purpose of his appearance here. It turned out that he was a "debt collector"!

But who gave you the courage to chase me here! Liang Jingru is very busy, okay?

The three of them looked at each other and couldn't help laughing. The man in his thirties or forties in the middle said arrogantly:

"You've eaten too much gutter oil and your brain has been muddled, haven't you? Don't you look at where this place is? You're tired of living, aren't you?"

"Also, there are more than three hundred yuan in the wallet, and you have the nerve to take it out. It just so happens that you are unlucky. Tell me the passwords of the cards in the wallet. I will spare you today, otherwise, hehe, I I will discipline and discipline the lawbreakers like you who 'trespass into private homes' on behalf of Director Zhang."

As he said that, the three of them had already gathered around Mengyu with eager eyes. Mengyu yawned impatiently as he looked at the three rotten garlics, and he said:

"First of all, let me correct you. There are more than in the wallet, not more than . Secondly... you have finished what I want to say. Take out my wallet and mobile phone honestly, and I will spare you. Otherwise, hey, your Director Zhang won’t be able to save you.”

"what?"

The three of them looked at each other, laughing as if they had heard some fantasy story.

"Save us? Haha, let's see who can save you."

The middle-aged man's face suddenly changed while he was laughing, and he punched Meng Yu directly in the face.

As a group of gangsters, they naturally have a lot of experience in fighting. They know that attacking the parts of the opponent's face can have the effect of knocking out a punch. Therefore, there is no doubt that if an ordinary person received such a powerful punch from a man, he would probably lie down directly on the ground. , but it is a pity that Meng Yu, who has the magical weapon next to him, is not an ordinary person.

The wind of the fist had lightly ruffled the hair on Meng Yu's face, and one of his arms with superhuman strength moved at this moment. The middle-aged man suddenly felt a force without even seeing the movement of Meng Yu's arm clearly. It wrapped his fist, and then it was difficult for his arm to move forward at all.

Meng Yu firmly held the man's sandbag-sized fist, looked at the man with a look of disbelief with a smile, and said:

"It's my turn now!"