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Chapter 24 Carrots

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    The night is already deep, and the moonlight is dim like drunk. The sycamore tree, which has been exposed to the sun for a day, finally cools down and is kissed by the wind rustling. This cluster of silence makes the night sky more lonely and cold.  The trees are also slowly becoming depressed, probably winter is coming!

    Mo Xiaoxiao was half lying on the head of the bed, and she felt that her head was extremely heavy, as if it weighed a thousand catties.  Still playing in her mind the afternoon a few hours ago, He Yuwen's every word was like a needle, which made her feel so painful. She wondered if she hadn't been discovered, would she have really met her father?  ?  That man who has never met before, could he not know herself? Thinking of this, she smiled lightly, hehe, maybe they didn't know each other

    He Yuwen finally left eloquently, with a trace of anger in his brow, is he so angry, why did he still boil medicine for me, and why did Situ Huanyang treat me so well?

    He Yuwen may just feel that he is pitiful, just like a wealthy family sees a few cents thrown by beggars on the street. Do beggars think they love themselves?  No, of course not just feeling sorry for you.  What about Situ Huanyang?  He is probably like the sun in the sky, he is very good to everyone, isn't he?  Isn't he the same tenderness to those female students? His tenderness is very rampant and cheap, but what about He Yuwen?  His tenderness is stingy and expensive

    Mo Xiaoxiao looked at the clouds outside the window, there were no stars tonight, only a little bit of moonlight, she thought she should be the most pitiful wretch in the world, she didn't want to cause trouble for Situ Huanyang,  His tenderness should be reserved for those female students, and He Yuwen, he seems to hate himself, so what is the meaning of her staying?

    She remembered that when she was very young, her mother said before she left, try not to cause trouble to others, otherwise after a long time, you will become a big trouble that no one can avoid

    She decided to leave here

    Following the waning moon and staring at the stars and leaving, she decided to find her last ray of light by herself. The light given by others is uncertain after all, and it might be extinguished one day

    She put on a thick coat, and tiptoedly pushed open the back door. Her room was in the side room on the far left, several rooms away from He Yuwen's and Situ Huanyang's.  Everyone and all creatures have fallen asleep, so no one can hear her quietly opening the door and her soft footsteps

    ?The wind in late autumn is really cold, just like He Yuwen who has no feelings, cold-blooded, grass, trees, insects and fish probably hate this cold wind to death, Mo Xiaoxiao thinks so.

    There were no accidents or waves along the way, relying on her own memory of the road, she slowly groped to the gate, and even the gatekeeper fell asleep peacefully in a chair.

    The Jiangyuan is really luxurious. At night, there is no one there, and the lights are so brightly lit. Is it to illuminate all the lonely people who are escaping from this frivolous world

    Coming out of the Jiangyuan, Mo Xiaoxiao just felt that her body was getting hotter and her eyes were getting brighter and brighter.  It turns out that we have already reached Shijing Street, and the noise of the market is shining in the evening smoke. Does this city not need to rest? It is still full of joyful songs, swallows and dances, and the rickshaws are not resting, and the night snacks and small businesses are also there, and it is still a little bustling  The nightclub is full of singing and dancing.

    Mo Xiaoxiao squatted at the foot of the city, watching the flow of people coming and going, felt a sense of loss in her heart and felt free and easy, not as unhappy as she imagined, was she?

    To get something, you have to lose something, and what is exchanged at equal value has value and meaning.

    At this time, a woman came over, a woman dressed in fashion and wearing thick rouge swayed over, she didn't even look at Mo Xiaoxiao, just shook her head, took out two coins from her bag, and threw them at her  In front of my eyes, I swayed away.

    Mo Xiaoxiao felt a little bitter in her heart, did she treat her like a beggar?  She really looked like a poor little beggar now, and she suddenly didn't feel disgusted with this kind of behavior, but felt that the smell of rouge mixed with a trace of tobacco smell from her body didn't seem so unpleasant anymore.

    Just as she was reaching out to pick up the two coins on the ground, an old beggar ran out from nowhere. He was disheveled, his clothes were rotten, and his beard was as long as his hair

    "Damn beggar, get out of here, dare to take Lao Tzu's position, do you know that this position has belonged to Lao Tzu since its existence"

    The old beggar stole Mo Xiaoxiao's money cursingly, kicked her, and drove her away. Obviously he thought that the chance of getting money from this position was higher

    Mo Xiaoxiao has mixed feelings in her heart, there are too many people like this, as many as ants, there are too many in this city, luxuryThere are more people, and there are countless people who are hungry like this

    She was a little sad, not because the old beggar robbed her of the money. After all, the money didn't seem so bright and upright, but it's a joke for people struggling on the verge of death to think about whether it's bright or not.

    "elder sister¡­¡­"

    When Mo Xiaoxiao was on the side of the road and didn't know where to go, a childish voice turned her head away.

    "Is sister new here?"

    Mo Xiaoxiao turned her head and saw a little boy with ragged clothes, messy hair and dirty hair standing in the dark, cautiously and tentatively asking her about the dim lights, he couldn't see his expression clearly, but from his slightly trembling  You could tell from the tone that he was a little scared.

    "Which family are you from?"

    Mo Xiaoxiao asked the child gently along the line of voice.

    "I'm not someone's child, I'm a little beggar, and my family lives at the east end of the bridge."

    Hearing Mo Xiaoxiao's gentle and peaceful look, the little beggar's voice also became louder, obviously he was no longer so afraid.

    "Then do you live alone?"

    Mo Xiaoxiao asked softly while squatting down.

    "Well, I don't have parents. I have been begging with that silly mother-in-law since I was very young. She said that she picked me up, but she died a month ago, because she fell to her death"

    When the little boy spoke, his voice began to choke, and Mo Xiaoxiao knew the feeling of being alone and helpless.

    Mo Xiaoxiao walked over slowly, the little boy wiped his tears with his hands, he may not know the meaning of death, but he just knows that she will never get up again, will not talk to him, will not live with him.

    "Tell my sister, how old are you and what's your name?"

    The little boy responded to her while sobbing.

    "They all call me Little Carrot. I'm already 9 years old. My mother-in-law said that it's my birthday during the Chinese New Year, because I can eat candied haws during the Chinese New Year."

    "Xiaoluobo, you are a boy and you can't shed tears casually, you know that when you grow up, you will be a man, and you will cry like a little girl."

    Mo Xiaoxiao said softly while straightening the rolled up collar for him.

    "Sister, you are also a new beggar, because I saw you being bullied by an old beggar. It doesn't matter because I am often bullied by other beggars, and sometimes I am beaten, but I am still young and recover quickly."

    The little boy didn't feel sad when he talked about this, but he comforted her. He was much stronger than her, and she suddenly felt a little sad. Such a little boy really made people feel distressed.

    "Little radish is amazing!"

    "Sister, come with me, let's beg for food together, I can protect you when I grow up"

    When the little boy said this, the tears in his eyes were still wet, he was blinking, his eyes were bright, and there was a smile on his face. He didn't feel pain, he felt very happy.

    You see, happiness is so simple, and the happiness of adults is so expensive.

    "Then take your sister to your house!"

    "Okay, sister, let me take you away."

    One small, one small, two thin figures walked in this still busy city, so ordinary and so inconspicuous, he told her some funny things, she couldn't straighten up laughing, the lights flickered on and off, the moon was directly buried in the  It's been a long time since she smiled like this.

    They are two identical souls

    ?The farther you go east, the lights are getting dimmer, the bustling is getting farther and farther away, and the hustle and bustle is getting less and less. Instead, there is a clean side with a little bit of wind from the river.

    "Did you see my sister's house there, in the bridge hole on the far side."

    Xiao Luobo pointed to the bridge hole in the dim place, and said happily.

    There is still an endless stream of people coming and going on the bridge, they light up the lights and laugh at them, they come and go, selling lively.  Under the bridge is another scene.

    They live together, but the smelly and cramped bridge hole can provide a shelter for those homeless people living on the streets. They are crowded together, and they will fight because of the size of an inch. They will curse  There is a wound in the mother's heart that others can't see, and they will be happy for a long time because they get a little more. They live a simple, casual and pitiful life.

    The girls and masters on the bridge wear gold and silver, are tired of eating big fish and meat, and are happy, free and mediocre in the days of luxury.

    "Sister, come here"

    Little Carrot called Mo Xiaoxiao softly, those old beggars and little beggars were all asleep, and there were a few beggars who were dying of illness moaning and calling, but no one cared about it, and no one found it noisy, probably  Not surprising.

    Mo Xiaoxiao squeezed among the many beggars, the turbid breath was infecting each other, the fireworks on the bridge were thick, and the soul under the bridge was overflowing the body, drifting away (Remember this website website: www.hlnovel.com)??, probably not surprising.

    Mo Xiaoxiao was squeezed among the many beggars, the turbid breath was infecting each other, the fireworks on the bridge were thick, and the soul under the bridge was overflowing the body, drifting away (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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