She favors the Sixth Palace again

The little beggar didn't feel embarrassed at all. He finished the sweet potato given to him by Yun Yuwei in three mouthfuls. He unceremoniously pulled out the chestnuts and burnt sweet potatoes from the charcoal basin, as if his throat was straight to his intestines and stomach. He stuffed it all into his mouth and swallowed it.

"Don't eat this mushy thing!"

Yun Yuwei didn't even have time to stop him, the little beggar had already devoured it.

"I'm not afraid of choking." Yun Yu was helpless and poured him a cup of tea.

In the little beggar's place, there was naturally nothing to say about tasting, and he didn't find it too hot, so he drank it all in one gulp.

"No one is trying to rob you!" Yun Lan said angrily.

The little beggar still had a mouthful of sweet potato in his mouth, but he said vaguely: "I'm used to it."

The Yun family siblings looked at each other with pity.

"Habits are not always good," Yun Lan said with a straight face, "Since it's not a good habit, then change it."

The little beggar glanced at him in surprise, then looked around at the surrounding furnishings - although there was nothing luxurious in this home, there was fragrant tea on the small red clay stove, a fruit plate on the table, and several bright apples and oranges. Even in such a mid-winter weather, there were freshly folded plum blossoms in a large vase in the corner of the wall - there were no plum trees planted in this small courtyard, so these plum blossoms must have been picked out early in the morning.

Ordinary people will not have the leisurely mood to fold plum blossoms and enjoy snow in such a cold weather.

After all, winter can really freeze people to death.

The poor must first consider survival, and only those with extra money will develop this kind of elegance.

The little beggar smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly and made a face with Yun Lan: "You think this is not a good habit, but I think it is good."

Yun Lan raised her eyebrows and wanted to argue with him.

Yun Yuwei stopped him with a look, and then said to the little beggar in a warm voice: "Do you think that if you eat too slowly, you will not be able to compete with others in the future?"

The little beggar looked at Yun Yuwei in a different light now - although the siblings looked normal, they actually acted differently from other people in the town. The pregnant sister looked even more confused. I didn't expect to know this.

"Yes." The little beggar smiled, "Mrs. Zhu actually knows this too."

"My sister knows everything." Yun Lan was quite proud, and then she lectured the little beggar sternly, "You are not young now, do you want to be a beggar all your life?"

"What's wrong with being a beggar all your life?" the little beggar asked.

Yun Lan was almost stunned by his righteousness, so she laughed angrily and said, "What's the good thing about being a beggar?"

"When you are a beggar, you don't have to think about anything. You don't have to do anything. If you have food, you will eat. If you don't have food, you will die." The little beggar blinked his eyes and said, "Anyway, people will die in the end."

Yun Lan was speechless for a moment.

After hearing what he said, Yun Yuwei laughed: "Listening to what you said, it seems that there is nothing wrong with being a beggar."

"That's right." The little beggar went to the charcoal basin and stretched out his hand to warm himself up, his eyes full of pride. "But there are always some difficulties in being a beggar." Yun Yuwei added, "For example, you are still young and don't want to die now. If you can't support yourself, you have to resort to petty theft and be discovered. , and you will be beaten. Even if you are outside, you can’t afford this pot of charcoal fire.”

The little beggar's playful smile suddenly disappeared.

Yun Yuwei looked at him with a gloomy expression, but did not stop: "You were just looking for some food before, but today you started stealing money."

The little beggar bit his lip, his face full of stubbornness.

"You've encountered an emergency." Yun Yuwei affirmed, "It's not something that can be solved with a bite of food or a piece of clothing, so you want money."

"Did something happen to your family?" Yun Yuwei asked.

The little beggar rubbed his eyes vigorously, and the circles under his eyes suddenly turned red, but he showed an ugly smile: "I am a beggar, where do I get my family from?"

"It's just that the old beggar who picked me up from the street was unlucky. He broke his leg in the snow." The little beggar still smiled. "I can't steal a doctor for him to see a doctor. I can only steal some money for him." He’s just seeing a doctor.”

Even though he just kept saying, "Everyone is going to die anyway," he still got red eyes when he mentioned the old beggar.

The Yun family siblings remained silent for a long time.

Probably because he thought of what he just said, he explained in a supplementary manner: "The old beggar is very tough. He just broke a leg. He will definitely not die. If he can't die and breaks a leg, it will hurt me." , I just stole money to treat him!"

The young boy is very stubborn and refuses to be soft in the slightest.

"How old are you this year?" Yun Yuwei suddenly asked, "What's your name?"

The little beggar was quite surprised by Yun Yuwei's unconventional question, but he quickly said carelessly: "Maybe he's sixteen? Maybe he's seventeen. The old man has a very bad memory!"

Yun Lan frowned and looked at his thin and small appearance. She couldn't tell that he was about the same age as herself.

"As for the name..." the little beggar stretched himself beside the brazier and said with a smile, "How can a poor person have a decent name? What's more, I am still a beggar."

"The old guy calls me 'puppy' when he's in a good mood, and 'little beggar' when he's in a bad mood. As for others, there are many people who call me 'little bastard' and 'little bastard' '..." The little beggar didn't feel sad either. He just looked at Yun Yuwei with an unbearable expression. He didn't say anything further, but just shrugged, "You can call me whatever you want, just call me whatever you feel like. ."

The expressions on Yun Yuwei and Yun Lan's faces were indescribably complicated.

"You two are so soft-hearted," the little beggar laughed out loud when he saw this, "You go out and take a look, it's much worse than me out there. At least I survived, just after I was born He was thrown away and still lived to grow up to my age, but he is blessed with great fortune."

"Yes," Yun Yu nodded slightly, "The person who picked you up is a kind person."

"No," the little beggar laughed again. He didn't care about his image. If he didn't want to get his new clothes dirty, he would have rolled on the ground laughing, "Mrs. Zhu, you really Do you think that old guy will treat me well if he picks me up?"

"He can't even support himself, how can he support me?" the little beggar said nonchalantly, "He's just taking me with him to beg for things better. Aren't all the better things going into his own pocket?"

"He is old, ugly, and has a bad temper. When he gets angry outside, he will beat and scold me when he comes back." The little beggar said as he rolled up his sleeves, revealing a few mottled scars. "Well, this old guy is here. I’ve had my leg broken for a few days and I’m in a bad temper.”