Fortunately, fortunately my brother is still alive.
Qing'er really wanted to hug the boy right now and tell him that he was his brother, but he didn't dare. He was afraid that the boy would blame him, dislike him, or even hate him as a brother.
It was because he failed to protect him back then that the boy's throat was damaged, he was sold, and he had been wandering outside for more than ten years.
If he hadn't come to the ruined temple today, would the young man who hadn't received medical treatment have...
Qing'er's heart ached badly.
He lowered his head, suppressing his intense emotions, his eyes already red.
Qing'er's emotional changes were seen by Shen Ci who had been secretly watching him. Shen Ci knew that his elder brother seemed very sad, but Shen Ci was at a loss and didn't know how to comfort him.
After thinking about it, Shen Ci tentatively stretched out his hand and placed it on Qing'er's hand on his knee. Shen Ci wanted to tell him, don't be sad, I'm here with you.
The sudden warmth from her hand startled Qing'er.
After a while, Qing'er's hand trembled slightly as she held the slender hand, then clenched it tightly, and clenched it again, hoping not to let go again in this life.
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When Qing'er took Shen Ci to the clinic, Zhang Xiuyuan stayed in the dilapidated temple.
He opened the oil paper, took out the cakes inside, and distributed them to the little beggars one by one.
It is said that the little beggars in the dilapidated temple are taken care of by the person they call "Sister Mu". Judging from the current situation, "Sister Mu" is very kind to the little beggars.
The dilapidated temple was kept very clean, and although the clothes they wore were worn out, there was no obvious dirt on them.
When Zhang Xiuyuan and others took out the pastries for them, their eyes were filled with longing, but they did not fight for them and even said thank you timidly.
Among them, some older beggars did not care about eating themselves and would break off cakes to give to smaller beggars.
There was a harmonious scene in the dilapidated temple.
The little beggars ate the cakes, each taking small bites. For them, who often went hungry, the delicious cakes were undoubtedly precious. They were reluctant to eat them, but they couldn't resist the aroma of the cakes. They cherished the cakes so much that if crumbs fell, they would pick them up and eat them again.
Zhang Xiuyuan brought a lot of pastries and gave a few pieces to each of them, so there were still quite a lot left.
Outside the dilapidated temple, a young girl was dragging one leg and walking quickly towards the temple. It was obvious that she was very anxious.
The girl was holding a few pills in her hand.
The girl's face was covered in bruises, obviously having been beaten not long ago, and the leg she was dragging seemed to be limping.
A child saw her, his eyes lit up, and he immediately ran to the girl. He raised his little head, held up a piece of cake in his hand, and handed it to the girl: "Sister Mu, eat, eat."
When the girl saw the pastry, her expression suddenly became serious.
"Pear, where did you get this cake?"
The girl's suddenly high voice and somewhat frightening expression made Li Zi pause. He didn't know what he had done wrong. He pointed at the ruined temple with his little finger and said, "My big brother gave it to me."
The girl's heart skipped a beat, and she said to the pear, "Don't eat it, throw it away." After that, she quickly walked towards the ruined temple.
She didn't expect that as soon as she left, someone would bring her some pastries.
In the past, the girl might have thought that it was given to them by kind people, but after that incident, she realized how terrible human hearts can be.
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