"Go, go, go, go somewhere else, don't interfere with my business!"
The shopkeeper shouted at the old beggar who was sitting at the door with his sleeves tucked into his hands.
The old beggar kept his head down, with a clean and complete porcelain bowl in front of him, which was inconsistent with the holes in his clothes. His hair was messy, covering his entire face. He was thin and sat on the steps with a graceful posture, giving people an inexplicable feeling of a solitary branch standing on a dangerous cliff.
Only after hearing the shopkeeper's words did the old beggar show some emotion. He picked up the empty porcelain bowl, held onto the steps with one hand, and slowly stood up, saying in a hoarse voice, "Okay, I'll leave. I'll leave right away..."
The desolate and upright figure gradually walked away, his steps staggering.
The shopkeeper frowned and stared for a long while, then spat and cursed, "Bad luck!"
The street corners were filled with beggars, and the old beggar had nowhere to stay. If he forced his way in to "steal business", he would inevitably be beaten by the beggars. There were many footprints on the old beggar's body, and it seemed that he had been beaten many times.
The old beggar was starving and had unbearable stomach pain. He stared at the hot buns on the street, unable to take his eyes away. After a while, he mustered up the courage and stepped forward. "Okay..." However, when he opened his mouth, something seemed to be stuck in his throat.
People came and went, and the old beggar stood in front of the bun stall, standing there.
The bun stall owner sneered suddenly, then wrapped a large bun in oil paper and handed it to the old beggar impatiently, "Alright, alright, take it and eat it!"
The old beggar was slightly startled, and after a while he reached out to take it. The hands were as white as jade, which was completely different from his whole personality. The bun stall owner was stunned when he saw this, but said nothing.
The old beggar held the steaming hot bun and thanked the beggar repeatedly. His voice was choked with sobs, and he said, "Thank you... Thank you!"
The old beggar took the bun and sat down in a corner, but he didn't eat it. Instead, he wrapped it carefully and stuffed it into his arms.
Perhaps the old beggar was lucky today, for the porcelain bowl in front of him jingled twice. A handsome boy passed by, threw two copper coins into his bowl, and then jumped away.
The old beggar didn't look at the copper coins, but looked at the boy instead. Only his back was visible, but judging from his clothes and behavior, he looked like a servant of a wealthy family.
Hua Shang had rarely had the opportunity to come out since entering the palace. This time when Master Qi You returned to visit his adoptive father's family, he went with him.
He finally had a place to spend the monthly salary he earned. In fact, it didn't matter whether he spent it or not. What was important was that when he was begging, he looked at the pedestrians coming and going on the street and dreamed of being able to go shopping and have fun like those people without worries about food and clothing. Even if it was only once, he would die without regrets. And now, his dream came true.
While eating the sweet and sour candied haws, Hua Shang forgave the whole world.
He also forgave the brother and sister who had "bullied" him.
Because he realized that they might not have done it on purpose, they were just ignorant...
It doesn't matter if he's ignorant, as long as it's not directed at him alone.
Hua Shang estimated that it was almost time for him to go to the Jiang Mansion to pick up Young Master Qi You, so he quickened his pace.
The old beggar got copper coins and buns, and returned home with a full load.
A deserted house, no one lives there, and no one knows who the owner is.
The old beggar sneaked in at night, closed the door, and went into the inner room. There was a woman lying in the room. The old beggar's brows softened, and he found the candlestick and the fire starter in the dim light and lit them.
He took out a bun from his pocket and said, "Yao'er, get up. There are buns to eat!"
Unexpectedly, after he shouted, the woman on the bed did not respond.
The old beggar was panicked and immediately went forward to check. When he saw the woman with her eyes closed and a dead look on her face, he was horrified and ran out quickly. He went to the Pixia Temple at night and asked Master Wufa to come down.
The hairless mage handed him a pill and a bottle of potion. He took it back and gave the pill to the woman on the bed. The woman's complexion looked better and her breathing became regular.
Rescued.
The old beggar breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, but before he could completely relax, he lifted up the woman's clothes without any hesitation. He thought there would be a white chest inside, but it turned out to be a black hole as big as a fist. The black hole was filled with rotten flesh and blood clots. As soon as it was exposed, a foul smell hit him.
The old beggar held his breath, frowned, and spilled the potion given by the Hairless Wizard.
The potion seeped into the black hole, and white smoke came out of the black hole. The rotten flesh seemed to come alive, becoming fresh and rosy.
The old beggar suddenly turned around and took out a dagger from somewhere.
The old beggar lifted his robe. His chest was tightly wrapped in white cloth. He used a knife to cut through the cloth, revealing scaly scars underneath. It was as if he had gouged out flesh with a knife, then cut it again after it formed a scab, day after day, until at one point, the bone was visible...
The old beggar bit the handle of the knife, endured the pain, and without hesitation swung the knife towards the intact part of his chest...
After a moment, fresh flesh and blood were filled into the black hole on the woman's chest. There was a mouth in the black hole, wriggling madly, devouring the flesh and blood bit by bit until they merged into one.
The old beggar endured the pain and closed the woman's clothes.
Then he freed up his hands to treat his own injuries.
After an unknown amount of time, the woman on the bed moved.
She turned her head to look at the old beggar, a hint of mockery flashing in her dark eyes.
The old beggar saw that she had woken up, and his pale face wrinkled. He then said, "You're awake? You must be hungry. There are buns to eat today..."
"Who wants to eat your broken buns!" The woman's voice sounded like an old woman, dry and hoarse, extremely unpleasant.
The old beggar sneered, "You don't have to eat, but then you can just wait to starve to death!"
The woman was silent for a while, then turned her head and cursed softly, "Waste!"
The old beggar said nothing, but just held on to the chair and stood up, picked up the bun, put it next to the woman's head, covered his chest, and walked out with difficulty.
The old beggar walked into the yard, found a step and slowly sat down, lifting his tattered robe with his arms. He looked as dignified and majestic as before, but before he was a prince, and now he was a beggar.
A notorious beggar who broke off all ties with his biological mother.
Life is full of ups and downs, but he never thought that he would end up in a situation where he was stabbed by his biological mother and his whole family was blamed. If it were not for his royal brother Kuanze, his head would have been separated from his body long ago!
He had doubts about his biological mother's behavior. He even suspected that she had been replaced. However, he could not find any fault with her appearance, habits, or even behavior. He repeatedly asked the guards on duty that day, but the guards said categorically that there was nothing unusual that night and only a nanny died.
The past cannot be retrieved, and it is useless to think too much about it.
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