Sir, would you like a cigarette?

By the time Zhang Tran walked out of the village committee aunt's house, the sky had already darkened.

The aunt is very good at chattering, and she dragged him to talk for a long time.There are a lot of things related to children and things that have nothing to do with children.

Zhang Quan didn't go back to lie down and play with his mobile phone, but went to the child's house again.

Just arrived at the door of the child's house, the child was about to close the wooden door.

The wooden door was being pushed halfway, making a harsh sound.

"Hi!" Zhang Yan yelled.

He found that the aunt of the village committee hadn't mentioned Zhang Quan's name from the beginning to the end, and kept calling him Xiaozamao.

Zhang Chuan didn't want to call him Xiao Za Mao, but he really didn't know what to call him.

The harsh sound of closing the door stopped immediately.The child seemed to be taken aback, and hid behind the door, only poking out a pair of eyes to look out warily. After seeing that it was Zhang Quan, he relaxed, thought for a while, and opened the wooden door again.

Zhang Quan covered his ears and walked to the door: "Can I go in?"

The kid nodded quickly, and stood in the doorway.

Zhang Quan walked in.

There was an unpleasant smell.

In the dim light, the child saw Zhang Quan frowned slightly.He clasped his hands tightly behind his back, looking a little unhappy and a little nervous.

Zhang Quan looked at the child.

"That little bastard... was bought by the old drunkard in the east of the village. The old drunkard didn't have a wife, and he didn't have much money. He happened to be a half-breed, and no one wanted it. The traffickers gave it away half-sold and half-given away." old drunkard."

"Why buy it? The old drunkard is an old widower, he must find someone with a handle to pass on to his family!"

"What seven or eight years old? Already 11 years old! He looks young. The old drunkard didn't give him anything to eat."

"...only three or four years... the old alcoholic passed away with liver cancer."

"It was in the middle period when I discovered it. The old drunkard didn't believe in the big hospital. The hospital asked him to pay a lot of money, but he said that the hospital was a lie. He bought medicine powder from a doctor in the village and soaked it in wine. drink."

"Unlucky, I still left. I left not long ago."

"That little bastard is the only one left... I don't know how much money the old drunkard has left. I guess it's not much. He used to buy alcohol when he was alive."

"Hahahaha, Mr. Zhang, don't think that this place is the same as your big city. How can there be any welfare or orphanage? We don't have any here."

"Hey... how can the village committee take care of everything? Funds are too tight, and it's too difficult to apply. The money donated by your father the year before last has already been used up. We don't take care of everything."

Zhang Quan squatted down and looked up at the child.

"Why did you give me cigarettes that day?" Zhang Ji asked him, "Where did your cigarettes... come from?"

The kid ran into the room and took out a crumpled, empty cigarette case.

"Why did you give me this?" Zhang Chuan looked at him, and asked softly word by word: "Do you know what this is? It's the last one left. Why did you give it to me?"

The child didn't speak. He held the empty cigarette case in his arms and squeezed it nervously. The cigarette case made a little noise.

Zhang Yan looked at the child for a long time, and then said something mysteriously: "I'll take you out to play, do you want?"

Zhang Quan rode a women's electric scooter borrowed from him by the villagers, and took the child to that shopping street again.

He first took the child to a small noodle shop to eat noodles, and then bought fish tanks and fish food.Then I took the child with a bulging stomach to buy clothes.

"Pleasant Goat, do you like it?" Zhang Quan picked up a piece of clothing.

The child was a little dazed, and a little bit of anticipation and excitement flashed in his eyes.

He nodded blankly.

"Do you know Pleasant Goat?" Zhang Quan took the clothes and compared them casually to him.

The child lowered his head, looked at the Pleasant goat clothes on his body, and shook his head.

"Oh," Zhang Quan said, "children don't seem to watch this anymore. So what do you watch? Bear Big Bear Two? Or Little Pig Pei..."

Zhang Tran suddenly got stuck and didn't say any more.

He thought of the dark and dark home of the child, without even a TV.

"What... what little pig?" The child held on to the Pleasant goat clothes that were on him, raised his head shyly, looked at Zhang Zuan with a pair of beautiful eyes, and asked in a soft voice.

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