"Uncle, brothers and sisters, please do yourself a favor and buy some plums to try!" The child was begging passers-by to buy his fruit.
The two people were sitting under a broken umbrella propped up by the roadside. The old farmer had a sweat towel on his shoulders and wore a pair of gray cloth trousers. There seemed to be holes in the trousers, which had become bronzed due to the sun and rain.
The face is full of wrinkles and looks particularly clear.
He was dressed in a typical old farmer's attire, but the child's face was covered with mud. He looked about eight or nine years old. The clothes on his body were torn into strips in several places. The exposed skin was very smooth, but it was also stained with mud.
Although the child is very sloppy, it can be seen that if this child is cleaned and puts on nice clothes, he should look like a rich kid. It is a pity that such a tender-skinned child was born in a poor family and did not even go to school.
He didn't even go there, so he came to sell plums with his grandfather on the roadside.
"Brother, would you like to buy some plums and try them?" Seeing Ye Wuhan coming over, the child immediately asked him in a begging tone.
"I don't want to eat plums." Ye Wuhan said and walked over. After all, he had water.
Seeing that no one was buying his plums, the child suddenly rushed to the old farmer and cried, "Grandpa, our plums are so fresh and no one is buying them. It seems that I have to use these plums for dinner tonight. When can we
Let’s go to a restaurant.”
The child spoke very pitifully. As he spoke, he kept looking at the only donkey meat restaurant in the town not far away. He swallowed softly and licked his lips, as if he was smelling the aroma of meat.
"Hey, who makes life miserable for us people in the mountains? Grandpa can't do anything about it. I want to sell the plums from my tree to get some money, but no one buys them. Unfortunately, it's too far away from the outside and the mountain roads are not easy to walk.
Otherwise, I will pick out these plums and sell them outside, so that my grandson can eat in a restaurant, and your child will suffer a miserable life." The old man also sighed.
"Woo~~~" The child was crying.
Ye Wuhan couldn't bear to see the two of them looking like this.
"Okay, I bought all your plums." Ye Wuhan said suddenly, and then he touched the child's head again, "Kid, you don't need to eat any more plums tonight, you can go to a restaurant."
To be honest, this is Ye Wuhan's weakness, and he can't stand it.
"Brother, do you really want to buy them all?" The little boy blinked at him with big innocent eyes.
"Buy them all and pack them for me." Ye Wuhan said with a smile.
"thanks, thanks!"
The old farmer was very grateful, and it was obvious that he was not pretending. There were tears of excitement in his dim eyes.
He immediately packed up all the plums for Ye Wuhan.
Ye Wuhan suddenly thought of Luo Manxue in the small world. These plums are quite fresh. Let her take them in, wash them with water and eat them. They are very good. Let's change the taste.
"Yeah, I can finally have a full meal."
When Ye Wuhan finished paying the money, the child was extremely happy and kept jumping around his grandfather.
Ye Wuhan smiled and ignored them. He went forward to find a quiet place, took the plums into the small world, and improved the taste for Director Luo. He also specifically asked her to wash and eat.
They were communicating through the air, but something happened behind them.
Two scoundrels with slanted eyebrows walked over from one side and suddenly walked towards the fruit stand.
"Hand over the money you paid for selling the fruit just now." A rogue actually took out a knife and threatened the two of them.
After finally selling it for some money, the old farmer refused.
"Children, hurry up!"
The old farmer just packed up the remaining things, took the child and ran away.
In a border town like this, there is no public security police. If something happens, no one will care about them. The farmer obviously doesn't want to suffer the immediate loss.
"You really want to run away? Where are you going?"
The scoundrel caught up with him and actually stabbed the old man in the back with a knife. The old farmer died on the spot. Before he died, he didn't forget to push his grandson and said, "Go away, kid."
When the two scoundrels saw a dead man, they didn't even care about the old farmer's money and ran away.
"Grandpa, grandpa!" the child began to cry heartbreakingly.
Ye Wuhan was communicating with Luo Manxue with his mind, and this shout undoubtedly alarmed him.
When he turned around, he saw two scoundrels running.
"You are looking for death."
Ye Wuhan was also angry at this situation. He randomly picked up two branches and beat them out.
"Ah!"
There were two screams, and the branch penetrated from behind the two of them. The two looked back reluctantly at the little boy, and then fell down.
A hint of evil flashed in the child's eyes, but it disappeared quickly. He lay on the old man again and started crying, "Grandpa, grandpa, what's wrong with you? Are you asleep? You left Xiao Xi alone.
But what should I do?"
Ye Wuhan went over, pulled the corpses of the two scoundrels to a secluded place, fired a fireball and turned them into ashes. When he came back, the child was still crying while holding his grandfather's corpse.
"Grandpa, grandpa, what will Xiao Cong do if you leave?"
And the more she cried, the fiercer she became.
In this situation, Ye Wuhan couldn't ignore it.
"Kid, where is your home? Let me help you send your grandfather back." Ye Wuhan said.
"I have no family, and my grandfather and I depend on each other." The child cried.
"Then you don't have a place to stay? There's always a place where you usually live, right?"
"Where to live? I forgot, oooh, grandpa!" The child hugged his grandpa again and cried.
Ye Wuhan felt that the child might have been stimulated, suddenly frightened, and had forgotten some things.
Just imagine a child, whoever encounters this kind of situation will not be mentally normal.
It was hard for him to leave, so he had to deal with it till the end, and then ask him where his home was when he regained his mental state.
"What's your name?" Ye Wuhan asked.
"Everyone calls me Xiaoqiong."
"Come on, hurry up. I told you to stop crying. People cannot be resurrected after death. Your top priority now is to bury your grandfather." He advised.
"Burial, how to bury me?" The child looked confused.
"Okay, let me help you."
In this way, Ye Wuhan helped him bury his grandfather. The boy even ran to the stall and took two bamboo tubes with thin ropes on them that could be hung around his neck.
After the burial was completed, Ye Wuhan looked at the child's bamboo tube and said, "Son, what are you doing with this bamboo tube?"
To be honest, his consciousness is usually not released outside, and he is too lazy to sweep this bamboo tube.
"Brother, this is my toy." Xiao Xiu said while playing with the two bamboo tubes around his neck.
"A toy."
Ye Wuhan thought he might be pretending to be a cricket or something, and he didn't even bother to look.
"Did you remember that your family is here?" Ye Wuhan asked as the two of them walked along the town. It was almost dark now.
The child shook his head, grinning and about to cry again.
"Okay, okay, don't cry. Let's do this. I'll find a hotel first and settle you down. When you remember where your home is tomorrow, I'll take you back."
"Um!"
The little boy nodded.
This chapter has been completed!