Qingben beauty

Chapter 8 The Boy Called My Sister

"You don't want to beg for money, and you don't want to dig through the garbage, and you won't do the easiest job for you now! You just want to eat us for free?!" Datou's vicious voice brought me back to my senses.

Averting my eyes from the kid's face, I looked at his clothes which were more ragged than mine (of course I was ragged now) and frowned.

The kid doesn't look like this dress.

"I didn't say it was free, you gave it to me!" The child turned his head and said stubbornly.

"I'll give you something to eat?" The big head kicked over, and said with a sinister tone, "Then spit it out for me now!"

"Okay, don't break it." The monkey blocked the foot that the big head was about to kick again, and said to the boy, "It's okay if you don't want to hang out with us, brother will find you a place to go."

"Looking for a place?" The big head looked at the monkey with some puzzlement.

Monkey said with a cold smile on his face, "Brother Ax said yesterday, let's pay attention to boys, a boy can be exchanged for 100 yuan! Since this guy doesn't want to follow us, send him to Brother Axe!"

"Brother Axe's place is not good, right?" A look of unbearable expression appeared on Datou's face, and he said with hesitation: "If you really go to his place..."

"We gave him a chance. This guy doesn't know how to taste. With 100 yuan, we just get two cotton coats for the winter." Monkey interrupted Datou.

Brother Ax...

My heart felt a little cold.

After wandering in the city for two months, I can still hear some things.

This ax brother is the character that all the homeless children and homeless people in the city are afraid of.

Moreover, even the big head feels bad, it must be very bad!

The boy must have understood what the two said, and tried to run away while the two were not paying attention.

The monkey tripped and tripped him to the ground, kicked him hard in the stomach, and said, "Want to run? It's not that easy!"

The boy wailed, hugged his stomach tightly, and rolled twice on the ground, his face turned pale, his body was bent into a ball, tears splashed, but he seemed to be unable to cry out in pain.

Unconsciously, my heart tightened again, my head became hot, I bit my lower lip and shouted loudly: "Police, the police are here!"

At that time, I didn’t really understand what the police meant, but I saw street children run away when someone called the police a few times, and I remembered the word in my heart.

Sure enough, the monkey still hesitated, but the big head took the monkey's hand and ran to the other side of the alley.

I rushed out from behind the wall, bent down and pulled the boy. The boy's arms were straightened by me, and he kept screaming in pain, but he couldn't get up.

I was anxious, and I didn't care about anything else. I turned him on my back and ran in another direction with all my strength.

Monkey is not a big head, he will definitely turn around when he finds no one after running for a while!

If caught by both of them, I will be finished!
Sure enough, not long after, I heard the monkey behind me yelling, "It's that bastard girl! How dare you lie to me!"

I run faster!

I ran wildly all the way, but fortunately I have a good memory, I have been familiar with the road in the past two months, and after turning a few corners, I couldn't hear the monkey's voice.

I took a few breaths, turned around and ran to my own little shed.

The child may not look very old, but his body is stronger than mine, and he is really heavy. Even if I am used to playing small jobs, I am strong enough. I can't run anymore.

Thinking that the monkey would not be able to find this place, I leaned on the wall and panted, and let the child off my back.

I thought, he was kicked so loudly at first, I could still hear his sobs when I ran with him on my back, but then there was no sound, maybe he was kicked badly, and he passed out Bar?

But when I put the person down, what I met was a pair of sparkling eyes.

The child didn't have a single tear, and there was no pain on his face. Instead, he looked around curiously. When he saw me put him down and looked back, he frowned at me and said disgustedly: "You have a good body." Smelly."

It stinks!

I was so angry that I raised my hand and was about to slap it.

"Wow! It hurts, it hurts!" Before I could drop my hand, the child suddenly hugged his stomach, tears welled up in his eyes, and shouted at me.

I put my hands in the air and watched him blink.

You bastard, play with me!
I guess the expression on my face was wrong, the boy stopped howling, stood up straight by himself, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, stretched out his little hand to pull the corner of my clothes, and said in a low voice: "Sister, I'm hungry."

The corners of my eyes twitched unconsciously, brushed his hand away, and said with a cool tone: "I stink, stay away from me!"

Of course I know I don't smell good.

But what can I do?

Unlike our village, there are streams in and outside the village, and I can take a bath and wash clothes wherever I want.

There are rivers in this city, but they are all big rivers. The water is deep. I only walked a few steps and almost fell into the puddle.

And after I separated from Datou and the others, I couldn't even find a faucet that would allow me to wash without being chased outside.

I haven't had a good flush for more than ten days.

Going through the trash can every day, needless to say, I know that I stink, and on the street, I have been disliked and mentioned by others, I am used to it, just smile, and it will pass.

However, now that he said this, I feel very uncomfortable in my heart, as if the apex of my heart was pinched tightly, sore and swollen.

The boy's mouth was deflated, and he said in a low voice: "I said something wrong, sister, don't be angry."

I snorted, ignored him, turned and walked to my little shed.

I thought to myself, did I go to the place last time at night, maybe that family didn't lock the faucet.

"I'm hungry." The boy followed me and called softly.

I ignore him.

"Sister, I'm so hungry." After walking a few steps, the boy called again in a low voice.

I still ignore him.

"Sister..." The boy walked a few steps, and then called out softly, which made me stop in my tracks. I turned around and shouted at him, "What's your name, I'm hungry too."

The boy pursed his mouth again, covered his stomach and said, "It hurts so much when he kicks me, my stomach hurts so much, and I'm hungry, my sister feels so bad."

I snorted.

I thought to myself, I am so tired of running away with you on my back, you look like a curious baby on my back, but you don't feel your stomach hurts.

"Really, it hurt for a while, but it didn't hurt after a while, and now it hurts again." The boy blinked his big eyes and said with a look of pain on his face.

I hesitated.

I’m not sure whether what he said is true or not, because I also encountered this kind of thing. At that time, I was still at home, and my stepmother often kicked my stomach. One time, it was like this after kicking hard, and it hurt for a while. After the sharp pain, the pain stopped for a while, but it started to hurt again at night, and the pain made me roll on the ground. I couldn't help but knocked on the door of the room and asked my grandma to save me.

I remember that my grandma scolded my stepmother at that time, meaning that if I really killed me, I would see how to explain to my father.

Later, when my stepmother beat me again, she would find places where no one would notice.

Maybe this kid is the same as me.

"Sister..." The boy grabbed the hem of my clothes and called out softly with the corners of his lips slightly raised.

At that moment, my heart softened.

In fact, when my father was still at home, I was really looking forward to the child in the stepmother's womb. Even if my father left later, I looked at that fat and white doll, and I liked it very much.

Because, that is my younger brother, a relative who is connected by my blood.

However, that younger brother never called me sister, and never gave me a good face.

When he was able to walk and talk, he always called out in a fierce and disgusted tone like his stepmother: Girl, come here!
As long as I don't agree with him even slightly, he will sue his grandma.

Later, I figured it out, and I no longer expected anyone to call me sister.

So, softly, with a smile, with gentleness, call me sister.

(End of this chapter)