Chapter 9 009 He was wrong

Yue Ling watched in silence for a while, then walked over.

He was used to begging alone and never thought that someone would join him.

That little beggar certainly didn't know this place belonged to him. If he knew what he looked like, he would have run away.

Yue Ling thought this, but when he went over, he found that the little beggar hadn't left. This was the first time someone had stayed with him. Yue Ling couldn't help but look at the little beggar, but the little beggar's hair was messy and he couldn't see his face clearly.

Yue Ling felt very uncomfortable. He wanted to chase the little beggar away, but he didn't.

His begging attempt was unsuccessful; by noon, he hadn't managed to beg for anything.

That's normal. With his appearance, who would want him?

Touching his stomach, Yue Ling remained silent. He was hungry; the half-pig beast he had eaten yesterday had been completely digested.

Enduring the pain, Yue Ling tightened her belt, pretending not to notice the warning coming from her stomach.

Just then, a small hand suddenly appeared in front of him, with a few copper coins on it.

The little beggar is giving him money.

"Why did you give me the money?" Yue Ling stared intently at the little beggar beside him, clenching his fists. "Are you pitying me?"

"Monster, if this little beggar gives you money, just take it, haha, otherwise you'll go hungry all day." A beggar nearby said sourly.

Yue Ling suddenly turned his head and stared intently at the beggar.

He wanted to punch the beggar, but he had to hold back.

With his head down, Yue Ling suppressed all his emotions. Suddenly, a figure ran past him and crashed hard into the beggar.

He was a little beggar.

The beggar was a boy, not quite grown up. The little beggar mustered all his strength and rammed into him, knocking him over in one go.

Not only that, the little beggar sat on the man's waist and started punching him.

"Who told you to call him a monster? You're not allowed to call him that!"

The beggar was caught off guard and was punched several times. He fought back, but the little beggar was like a madman, and soon he was beaten black and blue. The little beggar was also beaten, but he seemed to have suffered much less than the other beggar.

In the end, the beggar was defeated and fled, while the little beggar returned in triumph.

Yue Ling kept his eyes fixed on him, but the little beggar never looked up. After a while, he said, "No, I don't pity you."

His voice was low and hoarse. "The new beggar has to pay a tribute, right? This seems to be your spot. I took your spot, so you didn't get any money. This money was originally yours."

Yue Ling then remembered that this was the question he had asked earlier.

He almost laughed. He was always the one giving gifts to others; when would anyone give him gifts?

And this little beggar probably doesn't know that he can't get any money here. Usually, he only gets a single copper coin at night.

But Yue Ling wouldn't tell this little beggar. Her life experience from a young age taught her that the world doesn't need the weak, nor does it need pity.

For someone like him, surviving requires using every means at his disposal.

Yue Ling took all the money without hesitation.

He was hungry; he needed to eat.

But when he returned with several large steamed buns, the little beggar was gone.

Yue Ling glanced around instinctively, not knowing why. But his action was correct, because he really did see the little beggar.

The little beggar was walking through the crowd with his head down, as if he wanted to leave.

Where is he going?

He still dislikes him, doesn't he?

I was just pretending to help him fight.

Feeling a mix of emotions, Yue Ling felt extremely uncomfortable. But inexplicably, he followed the little beggar.

Perhaps the little beggar was just relieving himself, not trying to avoid him.

Following the little beggar, he watched as the little beggar walked out of the bustling street, went to a secluded area, and then to a grove of trees, where he squatted down and searched for something in the grass.

Yue Ling looked closely and noticed that the little beggar had picked up a blade of grass from the ground. He didn't recognize the grass, but he thought it was edible.

He had eaten wild grass before, but he didn't remember what it looked like. He only remembered its taste: very astringent and bitter.

He realized that the little beggar had no food and was looking for grass to eat.

Grass tastes awful, really awful.

Clutching the large steamed bun in his hand, Yue Ling stared at it for a while, his dirty hands leaving several conspicuous black thumbprints on it, before walking towards the little beggar.

He wasn't pitying him; he just wanted the little beggar to continue supporting him in the future.

Walking over, Yue Ling tossed the steamed bun in her hand to the little beggar.

He said, "Little beggar, grass doesn't taste good, it's very unpalatable. Eat this instead."

Yue Ling thought the little beggar would pick up the steamed bun and eat it, but to his surprise, the little beggar suddenly stopped and, with his back to him, pushed the steamed bun back, saying, "Thank you, but no need."

"Why not? You bought it with your own money."

Why?

Because I don't want you to go hungry.

Yin Chu Jiu was very nervous, his heart pounding. He hadn't expected Yue Ling to follow him and even give him the steamed buns he had bought.

He knew Yue Ling's appetite; he ate a lot. The few copper coins he had begged for this morning weren't enough to buy even a few steamed buns. If Yue Ling had shared the bun with him, he definitely wouldn't have had enough to eat.

Yin Chu Jiu thought so, but he forgot that he was now a little beggar, and a little beggar who needed to be given gifts.

When a small beggar ventures into the world, he must respect the big beggar.

It is disrespectful to speak to a large beggar with your back turned.

Yin Chu Jiu had never been a beggar, and although she had a vague concept of it, it was still not very clear to her.

As for Yue Ling, a "big" beggar, thanks to Big Yellow Teeth, he had long since figured out the rules, and Yin Chu Jiu's current "disrespectful" behavior caught his attention.

He pounced on Yin Chu Jiu almost before she could stand up and run.

Yin Chu Jiu naturally struggled immediately. Yue Ling was not as strong as him, but he tried his best to suppress him and still had some effect.

During the struggle, Yin Chu Jiu's messy hair, which was covering her face, was pushed aside, revealing her coal-smeared face and making her identity impossible to hide.

Yue Ling straddled Yin Chu Jiu, staring intently at his dark face, her nerves taut, gritting her teeth as she called out Yin Chu Jiu's name, word by word.

"Yin! Chu! Jiu!"

It can be said that he hated her very much.

You're kidding me!

As soon as Yin Chu Jiu's identity was exposed, Yue Ling immediately felt that everything that happened this morning was a conspiracy by Yin Chu Jiu. He pretended to be a beggar just to trick him.

Perhaps, Yin Chu Jiu would even laugh at him in her heart.

Yue Ling's words were filled with resentment, and Yin Chu Jiu knew almost immediately that he had misunderstood. Indeed, his appearance made him easy to be misunderstood.

How could he possibly play a trick on Yue Ling? He's too busy feeling guilty to even think about it.

He had originally planned to be a little beggar, following Yue Ling's side, helping and protecting him without revealing his identity.

Yue Ling disliked him, so he covered his face.

In this way, Yue Ling wouldn't refuse help from a stranger.

Even when he feels difficult, there are people standing by his side.

Yue Ling hates him and will not accept any help from him, as Yin Chu Jiu knows.

But how could he be at ease waiting for Yue Ling to slowly let go of her hatred and then accept his compensation and apology when Yue Ling was living such a terrible life?

Having no other choice, in desperation he came up with this idea: to become a beggar like Yue Ling.

His plan was to remain anonymous, temporarily helping Yue Ling as a beggar, and then leave quietly once he came up with a better plan.

Just be an ordinary beggar.

However, he did not expect that on the very first day, Yue Ling would follow him and discover his identity.

Yin Chu Jiu felt annoyed; he should have been more vigilant.

"Yue Ling, I didn't play a trick on you." Yin Chu Jiu was so upset and guilty that he was on the verge of collapse. He looked at Yue Ling cautiously. He had so much to say, but he also knew that these words were all pale. "Really, Yue Ling, I really didn't mean to play a trick on you."

"These past few days, I've been secretly watching you. I know what kind of life you're living. You didn't accept any of the things I gave you. In the end, I think you must have been disgusted by them."

Even though he knew the explanation would be weak, Yin Chu Jiu still spoke up, because he knew that if he didn't, the outcome would be even worse.

“I made a mistake, a huge one, so huge that I can never make amends. I have never made such a big mistake before, so huge that any attempt I made or any apology I offered felt futile. I never imagined I would make such a big mistake.”

It was like a joke played by God.

"I don't ask for your forgiveness, I just want to be good to you and say sorry."

Yue Ling didn't speak, but just stared at him intently.

Yin Chu Jiu smiled bitterly, "I know you're probably thinking that I'm doing this just to make myself feel better, that I'm selfish. But Yue Ling, what I want to say is that I won't feel better; I'll only feel worse."

"I didn't know that my actions would cause you so much suffering, and I didn't know that the things I did would one day become reality."

He apologized for the original character's actions, and he apologized for the author giving him this identity.

He truly had no idea that the novel he wrote would become a reality. To him, everything that happened seemed fantastical, like a lie.

But it wasn't fake; it was real.

Before this, if someone had said this to him, he would have thought that person was crazy. It was just a story, how could it have become true?

The story he wrote about how he struggled to earn a living turned out to be someone else's real life.

If he knew the world he created was real, he wouldn't have written such cruel novels. He would have written very warm and heartwarming healing stories. He wanted his protagonists to live well and have a perfect life.

In this world, it's already hard enough to just survive; it's even harder to live well.

How could he bear to let his protagonist, the son he wrote about, live the same painful life?

He cannot change what has already happened, but he can change what has not yet happened.

Author's Note:

The bottom is trying very hard to apologize and make amends, but it's a long and arduous journey...