When Li Shengyi opened his eyes again, he heard a heart-wrenching roar and the laughter of a group of children.
She was all too familiar with those mocking voices.
Even though she was the only heir of the Li family, her parents' early death still made her see the vicissitudes of life.
A dusty steamed bun rolled to her feet. She followed the direction the bun rolled from and saw the Wen Mansion scene in front of her, which had turned into the end of the alley without her knowing.
Not far from her, a group of simply dressed children were punching and kicking a ragged little boy.
Not only did they beat and kick the little boy, they also mocked him from time to time, saying he was a beggar who was unwanted by his parents.
The little boy seemed to be accustomed to such scenes.
He struggled to crawl out of the crowd, and his numb eyes suddenly lit up when he saw the steamed bun at Li Shengyi's feet.
Swallowing hard, he raised his hands to block the punches and kicks that were about to fall on his head.
He slowly crawled towards the direction where Li Shengyi was, and he didn't cry out in pain from beginning to end.
Bending down to pick up the steamed bun at his feet, which had already turned from white to gray, Li Shengyi walked forward and said, "You are bullying the minority with your numbers. What a bunch of cowards."
There was a group of little boys, the oldest of whom was only seven or eight years old.
When they heard the irony in their ears, they stopped what they were doing and looked towards the source of the sound.
When the little boys saw Li Shengyi wearing luxurious clothes, they immediately frowned.
The oldest boy stared at her for a long time, and finally he snorted, "What's it to you?"
"Brothers, let's go!"
Li Shengyi saw them getting ready to leave, and she put the steamed bun into her arms. Before she could see the light in the eyes of the person lying on the ground suddenly disappear.
She came up to the oldest little boy and blocked his way, "You can't leave yet."
The little boy was the bully of the whole street, and all the kids under seven or eight years old listened to him.
Now suddenly a little daughter with delicate looks and good clothes appeared and dared to block his way.
The little boy frowned and looked down at her, "What do you want?"
"Apologize to him."
These four short words fell into the ears of a group of little boys. At first they thought they had misheard.
But after seeing the serious expression on Li Shengyi's face, a group of little boys, led by the little boy, suddenly burst into laughter.
"Who? Him? A beggar, asking us to apologize to him?!"
He turned around and pointed at the little beggar who was still curled up on the ground with his hands on his head.
When the little boy turned around again, he saw a white and tender fist coming straight towards his face with a strong wind.
There was a dull thud, followed by the boy's scream in pain. Everyone's eyes fell on the boy who was knocked to the ground by a punch.
The severe pain made the boy fall to the ground and roll over.
When the pain on his face eased a little, he raised his hand and touched his face. After feeling the stickiness, he widened his eyes and put his hand in front of his eyes.
"mother--"
“Someone beat me up!!!”
The blood from his nose flowed more and more, and even the other people who were following the boy started to panic.
Everyone hurriedly lifted the boy from the ground, and when they looked up at the culprit in front of them, they all shrank their necks and dared not say a word.
"What are you still standing there for? Take me home! You're dead, you little bitch!"
The boy covered his nose with one hand, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably.
He ordered his younger brother to take him out of the alley. Just as the group of little boys were about to move, they saw another cute little face in front of them.
The next moment, all the little boys turned pale.
"I said, apologize to him!"
The sonorous voice once again fell into everyone's ears.
Looking behind him in the direction of her finger, the leading boy saw the figure curled up on the ground. He gritted his teeth and turned around, only to see Li Shengyi standing in front of him, raising his fist again.
The intense pain from the punch I just received is still there.
The boy shuddered subconsciously, gritted his teeth, and glared at the man in front of him. Then he saw the man turned around with a group of younger brothers.
"sorry."
An extremely reluctant apology echoed in the narrow alley.
After a group of boys left the alley with horror on their faces, the originally noisy alley finally became quiet.
Li Shengyi withdrew her gaze from the backs of the boys until she could no longer see the mischievous boys. Only then did she withdrew her gaze and fixed it on the figure on the ground.
She looked down at the steamed bun that she had put in her arms not long ago, and walked forward with the bun.
"Liao Song."
When the soft whispers sounded in the alley, Li Shengyi clearly saw that the little boy curled up in front of him became stiff.
Her throat rolled slightly, and she continued, "Are you hungry?"
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"Eat slowly. Don't eat too much at once, otherwise it will hurt your stomach."
In a wonton shop on the corner of the street, Li Shengyi brought freshly poured tea to the person in front of him who was wolfing down his food.
Seeing him eating the wontons in the bowl without even raising his head, and not even leaving a mouthful of soup, she pursed her lips and whispered, "Are you full?"
The spoon fell into the bowl with a crisp sound.
The ragged little boy didn't look up, but lowered his head to look at the edge of his clothes. "Is there anything you want me to do?"
"As long as, as long as you don't kill anyone, I can do it..."
Li Shengyi's expression froze when she heard that, and then she curled her lips and chuckled, "Why do you think I want you to do something?"
"Mother said there's no such thing as a free meal."
A slightly hoarse voice sounded in the wonton shop.
Li Shengyi saw him raise his head, revealing the face that he was very familiar with, but now looked particularly immature and embarrassed.
The arc of her lips froze, and she shook her head, "I don't want you to do anything."
"But I have no money."
Dirty fingers tightly grasped the edge of the clothes, and the little boy's throat rolled slightly, "Are you going to buy me home to be a servant?"
When he had just escaped from the blood-soaked Liao family, someone tried to kidnap him. He had a good appearance, and even if he couldn't be sold as a servant in the mansion, there would definitely be someone who would want him if he was sold to a brothel.
There are always people in the world who like this.
At that time, he tried his best to resist until he finally escaped from the house that night. From then on, he became a nameless beggar.
And now...
A pair of grey eyes stared straight at the person in front of him, and his intuition told him that if he stayed with her, he would have everything he wanted in the world.
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