That gesture is totally incomprehensible.
But her actions and reactions still attracted Yang Zhao's attention.
Yang Zhao's gaze fell on the little beggar. She looked to be about seven or eight years old, very thin and dark-skinned, with a hideous scar on her face. When she opened her mouth and yelled, it was obvious that her tongue was missing.
You can tell at first glance that he has suffered.
Yang Zhao frowned.
It wasn't that she was overly concerned, but for some reason, she always felt that there seemed to be something in the little girl's eyes, and... she discovered that the little girl's eyes had been on her from the beginning...
She seemed to want to express something to her!
But Yang Zhao searched her memory and found no memory of this little girl, which meant that this was the first time she had seen her.
"Don't mind it, benefactor. This child is also a pitiful one..." Old Man Yun wanted to say something.
Yang Zhao had already walked into the house.
But just as she entered the room, a servant came running in hurriedly: "Miss, the government has come and wants you to come to the government office."
Yang Zhao paused slightly.
"Ahhh..." The little girl in the house screamed again, eager to get up.
Seeing this, Yang Zhao continued to walk in.
As soon as she reached the little girl, she grabbed her skirt and held on tightly, as if grasping at a lifeline, with her head held high and her mouth open, eager to say something...
But she couldn't utter a single word except 'ahh'.
She was so anxious that tears streamed down her face...
Yang Zhao squatted down, held her bony hand, and said gently, "Don't worry, I won't leave. Do you have something to tell me? Please gesture slowly. You were too fast just now and I couldn't understand it."
The little girl looked at Yang Zhao who squatted down, and her tears fell even harder.
She opened her mouth.
But thinking that she couldn't speak anymore, she quickly closed her mouth.
Then she thought of something, and quickly turned around and climbed into the bed. She flipped open the patched pillow and pulled out a dirty, ragged piece of clothing from underneath. It was so dirty that you couldn't even tell what color it was originally. It was so torn and tattered...
Old Man Yun hasn't spoken yet.
When Mrs. Yu heard the noise and came over, she saw the little girl stuffing the tattered clothes into Yang Zhao's arms and couldn't help but exclaimed, "Oh my little ancestor, how could you stuff such stinky clothes into my benefactor's arms? Don't let the stink get to me..."
All of Mrs. Yu's relatives are dead.
He took care of these fatherless and motherless beggars as if they were his own grandchildren...
After the little girl took off her dirty and torn clothes, she kept them in her arms as if they were her treasure. No one was allowed to touch them, and she had to hold them in her arms every day before she could fall asleep.
Mrs. Yu couldn't do anything about her, so she just let her do what she wanted.
But who would have thought that she would actually stuff that dress into the arms of their benefactor...
Mrs. Yu rushed forward anxiously.
The little girl, however, blocked Yu Pozi like a protective mother, refusing to let her touch the clothes in Yang Zhao's arms. She looked at Yang Zhao anxiously, "Ahhhh..."
She gestured.
He gestured a lot, quickly and forcefully.
But it is still hard to understand.
Until a childish voice sounded: "Aunt, my sister said that the dress is for you. There is something inside. She said it is inside the interlayer of the dress and she wants to show it to you."
Xier stood aside at some point.
She blinked her big watery eyes and looked at the little girl who was gesturing, with a light in her eyes.
The little girl paused gesturing with her hands.
She looked past Grandma Yu and her eyes fell on Xiao Xier.
When she saw Xier, she seemed stunned for a moment, staring at Xier for a long time, and her tears began to fall, but her head began to nod vigorously, like a chicken pecking at rice.
“Ahh…”
She pointed at the tattered clothes.
Yang Zhao couldn't help but look at Xier, then at the clothes in his arms. In fact, the clothes were really torn and dirty.
"Miss, please let the maid come."
Winter Frost stepped forward.
"Need not."
Yang Zhao did not ask anyone else to do it for him. Under the little girl's anxious gaze, he personally turned over the clothes and found the only place that was not damaged and felt around.
Found it quickly.
With almost no effort, he tore a hole in the interlayer and took out a piece of cloth from it.
A piece of cloth with the writing on it blurred out long ago.
Yang Zhao didn’t see what was written on it, but that piece of cloth... made Yang Zhao freeze.
She looked over and over.
After finally confirming it, her emotions instantly turned upside down, and her hands, which were tightly grasping the cloth, were shaking unconsciously...
"Little girl, who asked you to bring this?"
Yang Zhao suppressed his emotions and asked the little girl as calmly as possible, but his voice still trembled a little.
The little girl gestured with tears in her eyes.
Yang Zhao didn't understand and quickly turned his head to look at Xier.
Xier blinked her eyes and said childishly, "Sister said, Mumu."
Mumu?
Yang Zhao was slightly stunned, then asked, "Is she your mother?"
The little girl nodded.
"Where is your mother now?"
The little girl stopped talking at this time, as if she hadn't figured out something. Tears streamed down her face, and a hint of fear welled up in her eyes. Her body began to tremble unconsciously...
“Ahhh…”
Suddenly, a scream was heard.
The little girl crawled into the bed in panic, curled up tightly, hugged her head and screamed.
Yang Zhao was stunned.
"Oh no, Xiaoba is having an attack."
"Get out, everyone, get out."
When Mrs. Yu saw this, she quickly carried the other beggars out of the house, and finally even Yang Zhao was asked to leave the house...
"My benefactor, please don't mind it."
"When Xiaoba has an attack, no one can be left around her. Once there is someone around, she will start to self-harm uncontrollably. Others cannot touch her, otherwise it will get worse." Mrs. Yu said with tears in her eyes.
Old Man Yun also sighed and said, "This child is pitiful. We met her on the way to the capital. At that time, she was almost bullied by a few old beasts... After we rescued her, she didn't cry or make a fuss, but stubbornly crawled on the road bit by bit. Later, we were afraid that those beasts would come back and harm this little girl, so we decided to take her with us..."
Because she could only call out "ah ah" and "baba", we gave her the name Xiaoba.
And those little beggars.
In fact, I took them with me along the way.
They are also poor and suffering people, but when they see those who are even more pitiful and weak, they still can't help but lend a helping hand.
This world is cruel.
But there is also a warmth that others cannot see...
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