Every day I open my eyes, I'm running for my life

Chapter 13 I’m the only one left
The jewelry vendor watched as his stall was knocked flat by the little fat doll, causing all the jewelry to fly away.

He stood up suddenly and hurriedly ran to pick up the jewelry scattered on the ground.

Lin Fenghe watched Miao Dong turn his head, gritted his teeth, and kept doing nothing. He simply used his hand to pull off the unfortunate guy's pants.

"oops--"

"Ouch!"

"Don't look at it, it's a needle eye."

A group of people suddenly gathered around.

"Girl...girl, please let go."

The man beneath him spoke awkwardly, his voice trembling.

He clutched his pants tightly and tried to pull them up, but Lin Fenghe grabbed him and couldn't lift them up at all.

The people around him were stunned. There were also a few old ladies who were laughing so hard that their eyes were narrowed. There were even many young girls who covered their mouths and snickered, their faces turned red with embarrassment.

Of course, the reddest person in the group was the man who couldn't pull up his pants.

After Xibao fell flat on the ground, he lay on the ground and could not get up.

She squeezed her eyes shut, breathing heavily, counting her heartbeats.

"Oh, sir, my feet seem to be sprained." Lin Fenghe pinched his throat and said in a pretentious manner while holding the white powder on his face.

The young man crossed his legs and tugged on his pants as hard as he could. His whole face was red, like the prawns that had just come out of the pot, and it spread all the way to his neck.

"Girl...then let go first and let me put on your pants...I...you...I can help you up."

He organized his words and spoke in a panic.

Lin Fenghe glanced at his side from the corner of his eye, and he didn't know when Miao Dong had disappeared.

Only then did she let go of her hand and lay on the ground moaning.

"Girl...Girl, I'm here to help you." The man pulled up his pants and held out his hand to Lin Fenghe with a blushing face.

Seeing that the novelty was gone, many of the onlookers dispersed.

"Thank you, Master." Lin Fenghe stood up nervously, "You are so kind."

As soon as these words came out, the man's face turned even redder, almost redder than the setting sun on the horizon or the monkey's buttocks in the old forest of the Western Mountains.

He stammered and couldn't form a complete sentence.

"Girl...thank you...that's nice."

Lin Fenghe half held his hand and half leaned against him, but his eyes were looking for Xibao everywhere.

When he turned around, he saw Xibao lying on the ground as if he was out of breath.

"Oops! The slave's child!" Lin Fenghe, possessing a playful spirit, rushed towards him.

But the man grabbed it with quick eyes and quick hands.

"Girl, don't be impatient, watch your ankles."

Lin Fenghe looked at Xibao who was very close at hand, raised his eyes and glared at this blind person.

"Young Master is very careful, but the slave family is too impatient. Thank you, Young Master." Lin Fenghe said with a smile.

This sound reached the young master's ears and made the man's heart tremble.

He didn't even smile, nor did he smile. He could only put an expression on his face that was uglier than crying.

"Stand still, girl, I'm going down to help you."

After saying that, the man let go of Lin Fenghe's hand and walked to Xibao's side.

He turned the person over and stretched out his hand to sniff under Xibao's nose.

Then he immediately raised his head to look at Lin Fenghe, his eyes shining brightly: "Girl, you're still alive."

After saying that, he felt that what he said was not elegant, so he quickly changed his words in a low voice: "What I'm saying is that the child is still alive...ah, no...it's..."

Seeing this, Lin Fenghe hurriedly interrupted him: "As long as you are alive, please bring Xibao here."

If she didn't speak again, she might be able to kill this innocent man.

Upon hearing this, the man hurriedly picked up Xibao and brought him to Lin Fenghe.

The hawker who had finished cleaning up his stall saw that there was still an adult to take care of the owed child, so he hurriedly stepped forward to argue. "Sister-in-law, this kid of yours smashed my stall, what do you think I should do to compensate for it?" the vendor strode forward, blowing his beard and staring.

Lin Fenghe looked at Xibao's eyelids moving back and forth and knew that the little baby was pretending to be comatose.

She was brewing something in her heart, and the next second she started crying with tears in her eyes.

"My poor child——"

"Wake up quickly, don't scare grandma -"

When she cried, the vendor immediately panicked.

He looked left and right, glared at Aunt Zhang who was watching the show next to him, and rolled his eyes at the bewildered man beside him.

Then he moved to Lin Fenghe's side, put his hands in his hands, stood on tiptoes and stretched his neck to look at the child in Lin Fenghe's arms.

The child's face turned pale, his eyes were closed tightly, and he looked like he was about to die.

Only then did he feel that what he had just said had gone too far, and he quickly changed his words to comfort him: "Otherwise, I won't let you pay more, just pay for the glass hairpin that the child broke."

Lin Fenghe stopped as soon as he saw the opportunity.

"How much is that hairpin worth?"

Too much and she continues to howl.

As soon as the hawker stretched out his hand to count the number, the man preempted him and said, "I'm rich, but it's not easy for you orphans and widowed mothers. Let me pay compensation to this boss."

As he spoke, the man took out the money bag from his arms, took some silver and paid it to the vendor.

"How can this be done? The young master is not related to the slave family, so how can the young master be asked to compensate?" Lin Fenghe spoke loudly, but he did not move at all.

"The girl's foot is crooked because I'm here. It's my fault. I should have paid this money." The man explained the reason.

The corners of Lin Fenghe's mouth twitched, but because she was a widow now, she didn't say much.

"The slave family has thanked the young master."

After paying the compensation and getting rid of the person, their goal was achieved.

Looking at the crowd dispersed around him, Lin Fenghe patted Xibao's back and whispered to her not to wake up yet.

The man watched Lin Fenghe stand up with Xibao in his arms, and hurriedly stepped forward to take the child.

"Let me come down."

Lin Fenghe waved his hand: "I have already troubled the young master enough. I don't know his last name. One day, the slave family will come to the door with a Xibao to say thank you."

The man retracted his hand, his eyes not knowing where to look.

"My surname is Qu, which means Fu. Girls, just call me Afu."

"Okay, I'll take note of it. I won't disturb the young master for now. I'll take Xibao to find the doctor."

After saying that, Lin Fenghe strode away, leaving his sprained feet behind.

Qu Fu wanted to say a few more words, but he only held on to Lin Fenghe's leaving back. He had no choice but to swallow his sincerity and sighed repeatedly.

After leaving here, Xibao opened his eyes.

She looked at Lin Fenghe, pursed her lips, and dropped the pearls.

"Sister, my mother-in-law is dead."

Lin Fenghe looked down at her and quickly comforted her: "No, let's go to the Diwang Temple and have a look. Maybe we found the wrong place and it's not in this Diwang Temple but in another temple."

Xibao pursed his lips, but still whimpered.

"Sister Dongdong is dead, Brother Lianze is also dead, and Aniang and I were both deceived."

"There is no other Diwang Temple. There is only one Diwang Temple in a city."

"Now I'm the only one left at home."

As Xibao talked, tears fell from his eyes.

Lin Fenghe looked at her like this and didn't know how to comfort her for a moment.

She could only hug Xibao tightly in her arms and comfort her in a low voice: "Sister is still here."

Xibao burst into tears after listening to Lin Fenghe's words. He raised his arms and put his arms around Lin Fenghe, burying his face in her neck.

(End of this chapter)