The sky was orange and the birds were returning to their nests.
The little boy was jumping and skipping on the road, looking very happy.
He met two generous customers today who gave him two extra copper coins. It happened to be the Mid-Autumn Festival, so he bought two meat buns and planned to celebrate the festival with the old lady.
"Hey, little beggar!"
Two men suddenly jumped out from the bushes by the roadside.
With crooked eyes, a slanted mouth and shaking legs, he was a well-known gangster in the town. The little boy immediately became alert.
One of the thugs walked up to him and tugged at the paper bag in his arms: "Hey, it smells so good, you bought some meat buns again? Tsk, we're all beggars, why do you eat meat every day? Come, let me taste this meat bun too..."
The little boy took two steps back and dodged it in time.
The punk narrowed his eyes: "Why? Not happy?"
The little boy pursed his lips and said nothing. He looked around carefully and began to look for a way to escape... and was kicked to the ground by someone.
Bang,
His face wrinkled up.
His body was bent like a shrimp.
The gangster said ruthlessly: "You are shameless, aren't you?"
He went forward and tried to pull the bun from his arms, but the little boy held on tightly to the bun and refused to let go. The gangster got annoyed and slapped the boy in the face. The boy's ears buzzed and he felt dizzy instantly.
The gangster tried to pull it again, but the boy got the courage from somewhere and said, "This is from my grandmother." He bit the gangster's arm.
The gangster screamed instantly, causing the other gangster to laugh uncontrollably.
"Laugh at your mother, damn it, hurry up and pull this brat up! It hurts me to death."
The gangster then stepped forward to stop him, but a wild dog suddenly rushed over from nowhere, grabbed the fallen meat bun and ran away. The gangster wanted to chase it, but the boy bit him so hard that he couldn't push him away for a while.
A skinny wild dog is dying after smelling a meat bun?
The original owner appeared at this time, glanced indifferently at the little boy who was being punched and kicked, and turned to chase the wild dog.
She had washed her face and passed by a patch of grass by the roadside. She felt a little sleepy so she lay down to rest. She listened to the struggles of the little boy and the gangsters but was too lazy to get up until she heard that Roubaozi was about to fly.
As the saying goes, throwing a meat bun at a dog will never come back.
Similarly, Qingle was unable to get the meat bun back in the end and had to return to the dilapidated temple with an empty stomach.
The night deepened, the bright moon hung in the sky, and the scenery of the earth was in full view. She dragged her legs and walked slowly, passing by a curled up little figure lying soundlessly on the ground in the middle of the dirt road.
The wind lifted the boy's bangs, revealing a skinny little face.
Qingle walked past without looking around.
The next morning, people in the dilapidated temple found that the little boy was dead. He was lying in the middle of the road, blocking the way for passing vehicles, and was finally thrown into the wild field next to him.
From then on, Qingle lived a life of having no food to eat.
After the Mid-Autumn Festival,
As leaves fell, people changed into thick clothes.
Frost, light snow, heavy snow, before people had time to react, they had to put on their cotton jackets.
Qingle had no money and could not work. She could not even wash dishes, so she naturally could not afford a cotton jacket. When winter came, the fruits on the mountain fell to the ground and rotted, and she had nothing to eat.
The feeling of being hungry was unbearable, so she had to leave the dilapidated temple and go to the small town.
It started snowing, and the ground was covered in white. It was freezing cold when she stepped on it. At this moment, she heard the creaking sound of a carriage from behind, and she moved to the side of the road.
The carriage passed her.
Made of sandalwood, the carriage bells rang and the carriage stopped.
"Old man, are you going to the town ahead? Let us give you a ride."
Qingle looked up and saw a little maid with her hair tied up in a bun, a chubby red face, and a pink dress, looking very festive.
Qingle was helped onto the carriage and entered the warm compartment. He drank a cup of hot tea and felt very warm.
"Thank you very much."
"No thanks, no thanks. If you want to thank someone, thank Ah Du. He was the one who asked me to let you up."
The pretty young lady covered her mouth and laughed so hard that her body shook.
Qingle followed the young lady's gaze and saw a boy in a servant's uniform in the corner. He was about seven or eight years old, with a natural smile and fair and tender skin.
Seeing her looking over, he scratched his head embarrassedly: "Miss, you are kind-hearted..."
The family's surname was Ye, and they lived in Tianmu City. Their ancestors were officials. One winter day, it snowed heavily, and Miss Ye wanted to follow the ancients' example of walking in the snow to look for plum blossoms, so she took her maids and servants out of the city... and when they returned to the city, they happened to meet Qingle.
We arrived at the small town with laughter and joy along the way.
"Old man, where are you going? It's hard to walk in the snow. Let us take you home."
“No need.”
Qingle got off the carriage directly.
The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and after taking two steps I could no longer see anyone.
Qingle walked slowly in the heavy snow against the wind. Almost all the shops on both sides were closed. Those that were open drove her away when she tried to go in. Just as Qingle was thinking about what to do, a loud shout came from behind her: "Grandma, wait a minute!"
The little boy ran over with a bag in his arms: "You're walking so fast, I can hardly keep up with you."
He dragged her to the alley next to him and stuffed the cake in his arms into her hands, a little embarrassed: "I asked the young lady for this. It just so happens that she doesn't like mung bean cakes. If you don't mind, take it."
He looked around again, a little puzzled: "Where are you going? No one is here to pick you up?"
Qingle hunched over and said nothing. The boy blinked and looked down to see the straw sandals on her feet... Her toes were covered in frostbite, and her rough skin was exposed in the ice and snow.
The boy was speechless all of a sudden: "You, are you homeless?"
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