Rebirth Pavilion Lord is Ill

Su Liuzhen still remembered what those people said, and asked her carefully, "Is it true that they said you have a family?"

The little Qier hurriedly looked at her, her eyes were a little flustered, but she didn't know what to say, so she nodded sullenly, and then shook her head again.

"They drove you out?" Su Liu asked her in a low voice with pity in his eyes.

The little Qier was silent for a while before he whispered back to her: "No, my parents said that my family is too poor to support me, so let me come out and find some food for myself."

"No matter how poor, I won't even give you more clothes? How can they survive if they can't support you?" Su Liuzheng felt very angry. Even if he couldn't support him, he couldn't let the child come out and beg in such a cold weather. Dongjie obviously distributes clothes and rice porridge, don't you know how to get some?

The little beggar did not answer Su Liuqi's words, and buried his head without saying a word.

Su Liuzhen didn't speak for a long time, and then he remembered something, and there was a hint of joy in his eyes: "I know how to help you." As she said, she took out the money bag with scattered silver and stuffed it with the small dumplings. To the little beggar.

"There are probably more than twenty taels of silver here, and I will give it to you. Dad said that I can't spend money randomly, so I can only give you the broken silver, and I don't know how much it can help you, but I count... She frowned and broke her fingers. After a while, she said seriously: "Even if you want to eat two cages of Xiaolongbao at a time, you can eat it for a year."

The little beggar was holding the purse, her eyes straightened. She had never seen so many silver taels. She could get a few copper plates every day to satisfy them. What would happen to them with so much silver?

Su Liuzheng looked at her, then frowned and shook his head: "However, you can't buy xiaolongbao at all. Dad said, you must never sit and eat, let your family take some capital, and you should earn more, so that you won't have to use it in the future. Starved and frozen."

The little Qi'er's eyes brightened, and then disappeared again. He shook his head and returned the purse to her: "It's too much, I...I can't ask for it."

Su Liuzhen twisted his eyebrows, and then pushed the silver back: "I'm not going to give it to you for nothing. Dad said he wants to find me a companion. I will give you the silver first. Go back and let Dad not have to look for it. You will do it for me. Companion study, this is equivalent to paying you wages, okay?"

The little beggar was a little dumbfounded, and then he waved his hand in a panic: "I can't read, I can't do it... I can't do it with reading." His eyes were full of disappointment and depression.

Su Liuzeng paused: "Study is to accompany me to study and study handwriting. If you want to be literate, can you study with me?"

The little beggar was a little confused: "But I heard people say that the companion should be smart and literate."

"They are wrong! You said, am I not making sense? Companion readers are not masters. Where can you learn to read?"

The little beggar thought for a while, nodded seriously, still a little worried: "Is it really okay? I... I'm just... just a beggar."

"Then are you willing to be a beggar?"

Little Qi'er's big eyes darkened, and he shook his head severely: "No."

"Then it's settled. Go back and talk to your family, and I will go back and talk to my father. Tomorrow I will be waiting for you at the congee place, okay?"

The little Qi'er nodded heavily, and for the first time a very bright smile appeared on her little face. The Canruo Liuli eyes were shining with light, and she was incredibly beautiful.

Seeing her smile, Su Liuzhen couldn't help but laugh. On the chilly long street, two children, one tall and one short, were smiling brightly and cheerfully, and they were very warm on the street after the New Year. Although no one knew what they said, it was just this moment that left an indelible mark on someone's heart.

The little beggar knew that Su Liuzang didn't know the way, and sent her to the place where she was making porridge on East Street.

Wen Bingqiu was looking around anxiously, and when he saw Su Liuzheng, he suddenly yelled: "Little Zanger!"

Seeing that she was in a hurry, Su Liuzhe ran to her, but when she was about to admit her mistake, Wen Bingqiu held her arms in her arms.

"How can you run around by yourself! What if you lose it, what if you are abducted by a trafficker, ah?!" Wen Bingqiu shouted hurriedly with a trace of panic in his voice.

Su Liuzhen knew that he was scared, so he quickly patted Wen Bingqiu's back, and said softly, "I knew it was wrong. I was not good. I shouldn't run out alone. Mother, don't be angry. But I I won’t be abducted, I know how to come back, so I have someone to give a message to my mother?"

Wen Bingqiu glared at her angrily: "It's a good idea to bring a message, or I must be mad." God knows how she felt when she discovered that Su Liuzhen went to chase a little beggar by himself. Although her own child is clever and smart, she never came out alone, so if she encounters a bad guy, she won't kill her.

"Mother, I met a friend today, should I let her be my companion?"

"Friend, where is it? Could it be that little beggar?"

Su Liuzhang looked back, but found that the man on the corner had already left, and he was a little annoyed. But thinking that I could see her tomorrow, I was relieved.

"She's gone, mother, her eyes are so beautiful." Su Liuzheng pulled Wen Bingqiu and told her what had happened.

Wen Bingqiu took her back to the house, listening to Su Liuzhang's words along the way, her face was petting, helpless, and faintly proud of her children's intelligence and kindness.

"Little Zou'er is so powerful, I have learned to solve problems alone. However, if you encounter this problem in the future, you have to tell your mother that you can't run around alone, do you know?"

"Well, I remembered. Mother, can you let her be my companion?"

Wen Bingqiu smiled, "If the little girl is as you said, and it's not a bad child, of course."

After they left, the child turned out from the corner and looked at the carriage for a long time until he could no longer see it.

She slowly turned around and walked through a few remote alleys all the way, stepping hurriedly under her feet, carefully avoiding pedestrians to a small street with a very simple layout. Compared with the prosperous Chang Street in Yuzhou, this place is much dilapidated. The old old houses are low and vicissitudes, the wooden gates are not painted, and there are bug holes on them. About a dozen households were crowded in this remote side street, and many children in coarse cotton-padded clothes were playing in the open space.

The little beggar pursed his mouth, touched his clothes, and then slowly hid behind a dilapidated old house.

A little bit of time passed, the warm winter sun slowly set, and the dim yellow light was nostalgic for this land, but it still reluctantly left when the smoke of various houses rose.

The night's cold became more and more severe, the little beggar tightened his clothes, stomped his feet, looked at the reluctant dumpling in his hand, hesitated for a while, took out one, and stuffed it into his mouth. The ice-cold Xiaolongbao was a bit harder and lost its deliciousness when it was hot, but she still ate it happily.

Presuming that no one would see her, she stood up and walked towards a dimly lit hut. Halfway through, she thought about putting the dumplings under the pyre at the door.

Pushing in, a pair of men and women in cotton-padded clothes are having dinner with a five- or six-year-old boy. There were two dishes on the table, and a small basket of steaming sweet potatoes.

Hearing the door rang, the woman with her back to her said impatiently: "I haven't closed the door yet, I didn't notice that the cold wind is coming in! I came back so late, where is my death?"

As she said, she turned her head and saw a silent little beggar, and was stunned. The man also turned his head to see her at this time. The little boy who was eating happily by the side was also startled, and then yelled with surprise on his face: "Your clothes are so beautiful, where did you come from!"

The woman also recovered her senses at this time, a trace of ecstasy flashed in her eyes, she quickly put down her chopsticks, and pulled the little beggar: "Dead girl, where did you get such exquisite clothes, did you steal it or ask for it?"

As he said, he stretched out his hand and carefully touched the brocade embroidered with many embossed dark patterns, admiring again and again: "It's really good material, and it's more beautiful than the fine Ziyun brocade at Jinxiuxuan."

The little beggar's mouth was tight, but he didn't say a word.

"Bad girl, how lucky are you to wear such good clothes, don't get dirty, quickly change it for me, if it breaks, you can't buy it if you sell it!"

The little beggar took two steps abruptly, pinching the skirt of his clothes and looking stubbornly at the opposite woman.

The little boy on the side shouted: "I didn't wear such a beautiful dress, mother, I want to wear it, you let her take it off to me."

The man had been eating in silence, just glanced at the little beggar, and then there was no response.

The woman's eyes were wide open, her eyes were very fierce: "Bad girl, you dare to hide, you have turned your back. How much copper did you get today? Do you want to keep a piece of clothing?" She picked up the bamboo strip next to her. He wanted to smoke, thinking of the clothes, and quickly held his hands.

"You take it off for me, or you will be sold tomorrow! Feeding you a money-losing goods, how much food I wasted, now let you take a set of the clothes that you get, you still refuse?!"

The man who had been silent for a long time spoke: "If you want clothes, you should also find clothes for her. What is it like?"

The woman snorted coarsely, found a set of worn-out clothes and threw it over: "This clothes is so thick that it won't kill you in the cold, so quickly change it!"

The little beggar's eyes were full of indifference, and he squeezed his clothes and went straight back to the dilapidated wood room where he was staying. She took off the clothes with her body temperature and stared at them blankly. After hearing the curses from outside, she lowered her head and stuffed the money bag behind a broken brick, and walked out holding her clothes.

The woman yanked her clothes and glanced at her in disgust: "Did you get the money today?"

The little beggar shook her head without saying a word, and the woman drank: "Go and cut the firewood for tomorrow. Don't hinder my mother from eating."

She still didn't say a word, and went outside to chop wood, but the trace of hope hidden deep in her eyes was completely silent and annihilated in the winter night.

When she finished cutting tomorrow's firewood, there was a sweet potato that was no more than **** thick on the dining table in the house, lying alone under the dim light, ironically.

The little beggar took a basin of cold water, washed his hands and face with the end of the cold, and nested in a bed with only a worn quilt. She squeezed into a ball, still eating the dumplings she brought back in her mouth, thinking about today The child who looked like a little fairy finally sank into the darkness.