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Seeing that it was a cute child, the old man narrowed his eyes with a smile: "Whose family are you from? Where do you live?"

"I am the young master of my father's house, living on the mountain."

Wang Hang and the old man looked at each other, why did the child speak so strangely?

"Grandpa, why don't you tell stories about martial arts?" The child changed the word and continued to ask.

"This..." The old man showed embarrassment, so he had no choice but to cast his eyes on Wang Hang.

Wang Hang softened his voice: "The city of Suzhou is full of ordinary people, and those who fight and kill in the martial arts will more or less scare them."

The child tilted his head and thought for a while: "What are ordinary people?"

Now, even Wang Hang didn't know how to explain it. The kid in front of him looked like he lived in a rich family, and he didn't even have the impression of the name of the dish in his head. How should he explain the huge world and the life of ordinary people the difference?

Seeing that he didn't answer for a long time, the child asked stubbornly, "Is it because ordinary people don't know how to act chivalrously?"

That clean gaze directly shone on Wang Hang's face, somehow touched his heartstrings.

"It's because..." He squatted in front of the child, "The person who wrote the manuscript has too little knowledge to write a heart-stirring and heroic story. I can only leave it to you children to think about it."

For the first time, he blinked in front of the child: "I'm sorry."

"So that's how it is..." The child nodded sensiblely, but asked back with a look of reluctance: "Then why didn't the book writer study? Uncle Hou said that if you don't like learning, you don't want to make progress."

Wang Hang laughed: "Well, I will definitely urge the writer for you, let him make progress earlier and write the story you want."

The child is smart, and immediately grabbed the topic: "So uncle knows the book writer?"

Wang Hang coughed twice in embarrassment, as if he was a little annoyed at being choked up by a small child, and the storyteller immediately took over: "Every child, why do you ask so many questions?"

"Can……"

"Okay, okay," the storyteller stopped the child, "We are all tired after this day's story, and we want to go back to rest early. If you like listening to stories, come back tomorrow."

The child looked up at him, and felt that it was useless to talk, so he said goodbye to them listlessly, and then ran into the crowd, not knowing where to go.

Wang Hang watched him disappear into the crowd very quickly, and felt a little worried unconsciously. Although the child lacked a lot of common sense, his words and deeds were extremely polite. If he came back tomorrow, he must teach him a lesson, don't call him someone with ulterior motives Take advantage of the loophole.

But Wang Hang did not expect that he would see this child again so soon.

In the middle of the night, just as he took off his coat and was about to blow out the candles, there was a sound of "duk tuk tuk" from the window.Wang Hang immediately became vigilant, walked slowly towards the window with a candlestick in his hand, and lowered his voice, "Who is it?"

"it's me!"

Wang Hang's face softened when he heard the voice, he suddenly opened the window, stared at the child who was not up to his waist, and couldn't help stretching out his hand to hug him in.

"Are you lost? Do you remember where your home is?" Wang Hang squatted in front of him subconsciously, and smiled, "If you don't go back so late, your family will definitely be worried."

The child's dark eyes stared at him, gradually glowing, until after he finished speaking, he suddenly stretched out his arms and wrapped them around his neck, and his small body stuck to Wang Hang's body without warning.

He didn't react for a while, the unique fragrance of children came to his face, lingering at the tip of his nose, and his heartbeat passed into his chest.

He was stunned for a while, then raised one hand to wrap around the child, and said with deep affection, "What's wrong?"

The child's hands around his neck tightened a little, and his voice was muffled: "I don't know."

Wang Hang simply carried him to the bed, and asked him with a smile, "Could it be that you ran out by yourself?"

The child's black eyes moved up and down in a circle, which was regarded as acquiescing.

"Why did you run out?"

Hearing this, the child suddenly got a little excited, and threw himself on Wang Han again, lying on his waist, as if crying: "Father doesn't like me."

Wang Hang patted his head subconsciously, "Why do you see that?"

The child shook his head and fell silent again.

Maybe it is a child born to a concubine, who has not been favored since childhood.Wang Hang turned a few corners in his heart, no wonder he sneaked out, he would rather live on the street than stay at home.

"What about your mother?"

The child froze, as if he had been touched: "I don't have a mother!"

Now Wang Hang probably had a solid idea in his mind. He sighed and patted the child on his back, "Even if your father treats you badly, he still has the grace to raise you. In any case, you shouldn't Sneak out."

"But I don't want to go back."

"You'll stay here tonight, and I'll send you back tomorrow morning." Ignoring the child's watery eyes, Wang Hang smiled and pinched his face twice, "That's it, go to sleep .”

The child pursed his lips and lay down pitifully with his clothes on, and he could even hear his suppressed sobbing from time to time.

Wang Hang's heart softened after he finally became sexually active. He knew that this was someone else's family business, someone else's child, but he seemed to be in a daze, and wanted to help the child.

Forget it, Wang Hang stretched out his arms to hug the child, patted his back clumsily, looked at his gradually rising and falling chest, and then raised his brows: Just treat it as doing good deeds and accumulating virtue.

So the next day, Wang Han got up early in the morning, bought a few buns from the street, and poked the child who was still dreaming on the bed.Looking at the sleepy eyes of the child, I feel much better unconsciously.

The child was also very sensible, as soon as he woke up, he began to tidy himself up. After washing up, he went to the dining table in a serious manner. Wang Hang didn't ask him to eat, and he didn't move his chopsticks. He just sat upright, but couldn't move his eyes.

Wang Hang was both amused and admired in his heart, and hurriedly picked up the chopsticks: "Eat."

The child was probably really hungry, but the consciousness of maintaining the appearance of eating was still at work in his bones, so he ate unknowingly with a strong force, and gradually improved after eating.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered what Wang Hang said last night, and stared at Wang Hang: "Will you send me back after eating the buns?"

Wang Hang took a bite of the steamed stuffed bun slowly: "Let's talk after we finish eating."

Those unclear words seemed to give the child hope all of a sudden, his eyes lit up, and the ruthlessness that had disappeared not long ago returned to him.

But Wang Hang only asked him one question after he finished eating: "What's your name, I mean, real name."

The child opened his mouth to speak, but was immediately interrupted by Wang Han: "I know you said it, but you dared to run away from home at such a young age, and you dared to pester a stranger you just met, you must be careful. Go. How do I know you're telling the truth?"

The child's eyes flashed, and he muttered, "I really didn't lie to you."

"Well, I know you didn't lie to me most of the time, but I hope you can answer my questions honestly." Wang Hang pretended to be thinking, "If you tell the truth, I can think about it, no Take the initiative to send you back."

There was a tangled expression on the child's face, and his small eyes rolled for a while before looking helplessly at Wang Hang: "My name is Shu Zian."

Shu Zian... Shu Zian? !

Wang Hang's heart skipped a beat, no way, there are so many people surnamed Shu in this world, how could it be possible...?You can think of what the child said before.He had to ask another question: "What's your father's name?"