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Chapter 490 The Sick Male Protagonist Who Loves Contradicting His Master (62)

Si Jiu looked at the young figure's back, gritted his teeth, and followed.

Shen Xinghe tightly clutched the few copper coins in his hand, but in the end he didn't buy anything, because as soon as he got close, he would be chased away before he spoke.

He looks really bad now.

When he was in front of Zhenxiu Restaurant earlier, although his clothes were old, they were still clean. After being beaten, not only were his clothes dirty, his hair was loose, and there was blood on his face and head. No matter where he went, the people he met on the road All of them were several steps away from him immediately, with bad luck and disgust on their faces.

Si Jiu was so angry at these people, he grinned at them and gestured viciously, but they couldn't see them either.

What's more, this is just an illusion, it's just Shen Xinghe's memory.

Si Jiu also understood that it all happened before, and she couldn't change anything.Gradually, she also quieted down.

Shen Xinghe walked towards the place where he lived step by step, passing through the bustling and bustling Tianshui Street, bursts of applause attracted his attention.

He looked over there with some hesitation, but he saw someone juggling and made a thrilling move, which attracted the applause of the crowd, and a child kept jumping around the crowd.

"I can't see it, I can't see it, I want to see it, I want to see it, Daddy, I want to see it."

"Okay, okay." The tall man next to him lifted the child up and put him on his neck.

The child's vision was elevated, and he suddenly exclaimed, then clapped his hands, and giggled as he watched the jugglers in the arena.

Si Jiu saw that a trace of envy flashed in Xiao Xinghe's eyes.

Then he lowered his head, looked at the copper coins in his hand, and murmured, "I haven't bought sister's sweet soup, what should I do?

My sister always said that when you feel bitter, you can eat something sweet.

Sweet……"

A sweet smell floated over the tip of his nose, he turned his head and looked around, and soon saw a small stall surrounded by children.

He raised his foot and was about to walk over when he was suddenly pushed by someone running behind him, "Don't get in the way and beg for food."

Shen Xinghe was barely able to stand up, so he staggered and fell to the ground. When he fell, he had a conditioned reflex, and he forgot because of the momentary shock, so he let go of the hand holding the copper plate to support the ground.

Crack, grunt.

The three copper plates in the palm of his hand fell down and rolled a few times.

"My copper plate..."

He let out a cry of surprise, and stretched out his hand to reach it, but it happened that the rolling direction of the copper plates was the juggler's side, and people were already crowded, so when he stretched out his hand, he was stepped on.

Shen Xinghe didn't care about the pain, he rolled and crawled forward, "My copper plate..."

"Hey, what are you squeezing?"

"Damn, who stepped on me?"

"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, damn it, don't squeeze."

The crowd suddenly became chaotic.

There are so many people, so many feet, you move a few times, I take two steps, the three copper plates were kicked to nowhere, and they were completely invisible.

"I, my copper plate, don't..." Shen Xinghe subconsciously pushed the leg of the person in front of him.

"Damn, where did you come from, get out of here, you're not afraid of being trampled to death."

Kicked on the shoulder, Shen Xinghe was kicked out.

"My... coins," he murmured, getting up and rushing in again.

Over there just now because you squeezed me and I stepped on you, there was some trouble.

Shen Xinghe rushed over like this, and was pushed and shoved to the side.

He turned a blind eye to the fists and feet that landed on him, his eyes searched the ground desperately, trying to find his copper plate.

But he never found it.

Later, the jugglers broke up, and everyone felt that it was pointless to argue with a little beggar who seemed to have a brain problem, so they also left.

On the empty ground, except for some leftover fruit cores, bamboo sticks used to string candied haws, bits and pieces of garbage, there is no shadow of half a copper coin.

Shen Xinghe lowered his head dejectedly, staring blankly at the ground.

Si Jiu felt that his heart was about to break.

Zai Zai, the words he described to himself about life in Qingcheng echoed in Si Jiu's ears over and over again, as well as his smile. Looking back at this moment, Si Jiu only felt as if his heart had been stabbed with force by a needle. Pass.

(End of this chapter)