drunk spring branch

The tangerines are cold and the people are cold, and the old sycamore trees are in autumn.

Coming out of the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, it was already overcast and cloudy, and it seemed that a shower was about to come.A gust of cold wind blew by, and Jing Zhu couldn't help shivering. He rubbed his shoulders to keep warm and realized that the clothes were really too thin.

Before the weather gets colder, we must try our best to pick up more rags to exchange for money, so that we can buy clothes that can keep out the cold.

"Brother, do you still want this bottle? And this pot, that bowl."

Jing Zhu rubbed his hands together and smiled.

Guessing that at this point, he could find some good things, after coming out of Zuixian Pavilion, Jing Zhu went to several taverns near the market, rubbing his hands and stamping his feet behind the building and waiting.Finally, after counting how many fallen leaves were swept away by the autumn wind, someone from a tavern finally came out from behind the building to clean up the garbage.

The boy in the tavern saw this rag picker with a handsome face, wearing a thin shirt, his eyes gleaming strangely, staring at the broken bowls and basins he had just thrown out, he was taken aback for a moment, then simply waved Wave your hand and let him take it all.

Thank you happily, Jing Zhu giggled silly, and skillfully picked up those unwanted things into the back basket.

Young and handsome, how can you be a fool?The boy frowned and looked around, then left in a daze.

I harvested a lot today, and I sold these things, and I should be able to exchange some rice and go home.Finally, I can eat white rice after a long absence!Buy some side dishes, have a full meal, and go home with Zui Chunzhi.Thinking of this, Jing Zhu carried a basket of rags on his back, shook his head and happily went to sell the rags.

In exchange for money, Jing Zhu happily listened to the clang of copper plates, and strolled on the way home.After passing the market, I saw the familiar stalls again.The peddler selling mung bean cakes was still yelling, and with the sound of selling, the aroma of the hot cakes lured Jing Zhu closer.

Although the white rice is delicious, and it has been a long time since I had a decent meal, but... Douzi's grandma has been ill recently, and Douzi has also suffered a lot to take care of her. He loves the mung bean cake here, even with his Grandma also likes to eat it.

At first when he came to the slums on the outskirts of the city, everyone was too busy to take care of themselves. Only Grandma Douzi extended a helping hand and took Jingzhu home to shelter from the rain. He was hungry for a few days, and the first meal he ate was Douzi and grandma handed it together. A piece of mung bean cake for him.

Recalling all kinds of past events, Jing Zhu couldn't help but have mixed feelings.Rubbing his nose, he walked towards the mung bean cake stand.When the peddler saw the person coming, he first smiled happily, and after confirming his eyes, it was someone he didn't want to see, so he suppressed his smile and frowned.

"Boss, my brother, dear brother! No credit this time, really no credit! Didn't you think it? I'm a young man today, I have—money—! Hahahaha!"

As he spoke, Jing Zhu dug out the copper plate he had just exchanged from his pocket, and handed it over with his head held high, trying to experience the wealth and confidence brought about by a normal transaction.

The peddler pursed his lips, his eyes almost rolled to the sky.Young and fair-looking, how can he be a fool?

A long time ago, I didn't want to get what I wanted, but there were people chasing after me to help pay.But since leaving that place where home doesn't feel like home...

Don't mention the past.

There is still a chance to eat white rice. As long as we work harder in the future and pick up the tatters without fear of hardship or tiredness, we can still eat them. But right now, Douzi and grandma are having a hard time. The old and the young have to do their best. Can help some is.

Carrying the mung bean cake he just bought, Jing Zhu continued to walk through the bustling crowd.Not long after walking, there seemed to be some small commotion ahead.This aroused Jing Zhu, who liked to watch the excitement since he was a child, so he slowed down and began to observe with interest.

It was a little boy about the size of a bean, but his clothes were ragged, his face looked dirty, and his hair was fluffy and unkempt, like straw soaked in rain.

The little boy staggered as he walked, like a reckless fawn.If you accidentally bump into someone, apologize politely.

The reason why there was a small commotion was because the market was already lively, and there were people coming and going on this road, and a little collision was inevitable.But the little boy met a lot of people, and he deliberately didn't walk well, which aroused dissatisfaction from everyone.

It was originally a trivial matter that can be forgotten in the blink of an eye, but a figure caught Jing Zhu's attention.

The man that the little boy just bumped into was dressed in white clothes that were unearthly and elegant, and his black hair was high and flowing. Even though there was still a short distance away, he seemed to be able to imagine the elegant sandalwood beside him, like walking in the world. fairy.He is like a touch of color accidentally added to an ink painting, even if it is only snowy and frosty, it is still eye-catching.

So, Jing Zhu stopped, admiring everything in front of him with great interest.

The little boy stumbled at first, and when he was approaching Ming Xuanyu's side, his big eyes rolled around, and then he staggered and fell over.

Heh, good guy, come prepared?The corners of Jing Zhu's lips were raised, and he leaned on the pillars of the small wooden shed erected by the vendors with folded arms and watched.

Seeing the excitement, Jing Zhu rummaged through his pockets, and wanted to take out some peanuts to eat, but he didn't want to put his hand in, so he accidentally went through his pocket and touched his thigh directly.I didn't expect this dress to be torn too... It seems that I don't want to eat rice tomorrow, and if I pick up some tatters, it's time to buy some decent clothes to keep out the cold.

Sighing in disbelief, Jing Zhu curled his lips and folded his arms and continued to watch.

I saw that Ming Xuanyu's reaction was really quick. When the little boy fell and jumped towards him, he caught the little boy with quick eyes and hands, so as not to let the child fall on the cold ground.Following the inertia of his movements, the little boy rolled half a circle on Ming Xuanyu's body, apologized and thanked repeatedly, touched the broken hair on his sideburns, and hurriedly prepared to run away as if he was ashamed.And Ming Xuanyu just patted the dust on his clothes casually, and didn't say much.

interesting.

It seemed that the person who was hit didn't think much of it at all, Jing Zhu couldn't help laughing, and grabbed the collar of the little boy running past.

The little boy was suddenly strangled by the back of his neck, his feet were unsteady and he almost fell to the ground, and then he couldn't help coughing violently because his throat was strangled.As if picking up a kitten, Jing Zhu lifted the little boy up and stared at him with a complicated expression.

"You! Cough, cough...you are sick! What are you doing, let me go!"

The little boy's voice was a little hoarse, his little arms and legs kept punching and kicking, struggling to escape.

"Give me back."

Jing Zhu raised his eyebrows, and spread out his palms in front of the little boy.

"It's not yours, why pay you back...ah no! What are you talking about, why pay you back?"

Seemingly knowing the reason for being arrested, the little boy blushed, but he still started to argue.

"What's his is mine, come back."

The hand holding the collar was obviously not fooled by pretending to be stupid, the palm was still spread out in front of him, asking for something.

"Brother, woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

Suddenly, the little boy seemed to have changed his style of painting, tears fell as soon as he spoke, from choking and crying to howling.

And at this moment, Jing Zhu, who was holding a strange little boy by the collar, looked a little abnormal in the eyes of passers-by.People passing by frowned and looked at him, and some militants even shouted, clamoring to let them go.

But Jing Zhu remained unmoved, and insisted that the little boy return everything he took out.

"what are you doing?"

A distant voice approached, it turned out that Ming Xuanyu had already walked over with a frown.Both Jing Zhu and the little boy raised their heads, but their expressions were quite different.

"What do you think I'm doing?"

Jing Zhu raised the corners of his lips proudly, like a child who was waiting for a compliment, and was almost elated.

However, the little boy started to get nervous, kept avoiding Ming Xuanyu's eyes, turned his head and cried even more sadly.

"Although there was some trouble, there was nothing wrong with it. Why bother to be angry with a child? Let him go."

Seemingly very dissatisfied with the situation in front of him, Ming Xuanyu looked at Jing Zhu at this moment with disgust, as if he was examining a local hooligan who bullied men and women.

Well, this is good intentions being treated as the liver and lungs of a donkey.Jing Zhu felt a bit of suffocation in his heart, so he took a deep breath and planned to speak clearly.

"Touch your wallet. If I did something wrong, I will recognize you as your father on the spot. If you blame me wrongly, I will recognize you as your father!"

Jing Zhu was calm with a smile on his face, but his heart seemed to be full of galloping horses.Heh, don't meddle in my own business next time.

The listener was dubious, and didn't want to waste time on boring word games, so he reached out to explore in the white clothes room, and his movements suddenly stopped.

He was right, the purse was gone.

It's very uncomfortable to be looked at with disgust by a good-looking person, especially this beauty was kind and friendly to me before.

The little boy yelled a few times, and with a feeling of breaking a can, he took out a brocade money bag with gold thread and cloud pattern from his ragged rags, threw it to Ming Xuanyu, and began to break free even harder. .And Jing Zhu was not ignorant, he let go of his hand and let the little boy stumble and run away covering his face.

"Now you should believe it?"

Pursing her mouth, Jing Zhu's face even showed a bit of coquettish grievance.

"I blamed you abruptly and wrongly just now. I'm sorry. Thank you for your help. I will give you this money bag."

Ming Xuanyu pulled out a polite smile, pushed the money bag into Jing Zhu's hand, and bowed very politely to express his thanks.

"Hey, it's a small thing. It's not for your money."

Clutching the purse at a loss, Jing Zhu scratched his head.

Now Ming Xuanyu's face was colder as if another layer of frost had fallen on the iceberg.Why, do you really want to recognize him as your father?The dignified King Xiang, calling him father, I'm afraid he won't be able to bear it.