In this world, the most lively time of the year is the Lantern Festival.

From Chang'an to the prefecture, wherever there is room for breath, night markets will be opened, lanterns will be hung, and the scene will be lively and lively for three days and three nights.

According to Li Changan's cheap master, there are often fairies in the barren mountains and graves. The ghosts and gods in the sky and the earth can't stand their loneliness. They are attracted by the excitement of the Lantern Festival and come to the lantern market to enjoy themselves with people.

As for the thrilling, funny or sentimental stories that emerged from this, they are another legend.

But this custom, which is common across the country, has changed in the Xiaoshui area.

The Lantern Festival was hastily arranged, and all the excitement, including lighting up lanterns and setting off the night, and even the obscure blind date between men and women, were moved to this Bacchus festival.

It seems so different from the Shangyuan Festival.

During the ceremony, lanterns will be lit for two consecutive days on the busiest waterway in front of the Bacchus cellar, and a grand ceremony will be held on the third day to offer wine and thank the gods.

Today is the first day of the Dionysus Festival.

So early in the morning, on the streets on both sides, the owners, shopkeepers, and waiters of various shops were not busy doing business. They only hung up lanterns, tied colorful ribbons, and arranged carefully prepared lanterns in front of the stores.

Just waiting for it to shine at night.

The water surface is even more lively. Boats of all sizes have secured their seats early. The hosts are all locals, and even entertainers, prostitutes, actors, and famous actors in various operas have come from all over the place.

At the festival, we must use the program carefully prepared for a year to become a blockbuster and win over the whole city!

Naturally, there are also many impatient pedestrians on the street, who wander around early in the morning, waiting to take a sneak peek.

On this festive day, everyone, whether rich or poor, naturally put on their best clothes and looked their best. Even beggars who were starving had to wash themselves before going out to earn some money.

One chance is worth two copper coins, isn't it?

But there are always oddities in the bustle and tidiness.

Suddenly a gap opened in the bustling crowd, and a beggar stumbled out on the street.

His clothes were shabby and dirty, his hair was like knotted algae, and his face was black and had several big pustules. He was as dirty as a mire and smelled worse than a cesspit, and bugs were flying around him.

He received countless rolls of eyes and disgust, but he didn't react at all. He just stumbled forward, like a wandering corpse.

Too good to die.

A few bad boys came from the opposite side.

One side was acting recklessly, the other was acting recklessly. No one on either side could dodge, and they bumped into each other.

Nothing more needs to be said next.

The beggar was then taken to the depths of a nearby alley by the gang of evil teenagers and beaten severely.

It's strange to say.

For a beggar like this who has been around for many years, being beaten is a necessary skill. At this time, it is time to gather his body, protect his vitals, and scream and beg loudly.

But this man just lay upright, letting the fists and kicks hit his body. He didn't even hum, he just hummed something in his mouth.

One of the evil boys was tired from beating him. He held his nose and leaned over to listen carefully.

It turns out that there is only one word repeated.

"Hungry."

"Still calling you hungry?"

The evil young man laughed strangely.

After leaving the alley, not long after, I came back with a bowl of sour rice soup.

"Uu."

Like calling a pig or dog, he pursed his lips, blew a whistle, and poured the rice soup into the wall.

"For you to eat."

One moment, the evil teenagers were still laughing and joking, admiring the "humor" of their companions, but the next moment, the laughter stopped suddenly, and one after another seemed like a duck being strangled by the throat.

All they saw was that the beggar, who had been half-dead just now, suddenly rushed towards the wall like a crazy wild dog, pressed his face into the corner, and licked him as hard as he could.

Even though the hard wall squeezed out the abscess on his face and left a red and yellow stain, he didn't even notice it. He just tried hard to dig out his tongue to dig out the leftover soup in the cracks of the rocks.

"Crazy, crazy."

The evil young men looked at each other, and they all saw a chill in each other's eyes, and even a hint of inexplicable fear.

He quickly pretended to spit a few words, said a few harsh words, and left in a hurry.

The beggar doesn't care, or in other words, he doesn't have the energy to care.

The little bit of rice soup that entered my stomach just now ignited the hunger in my belly, and now my internal organs are burning and hurting!

At this moment, there is only one thought in my mind.

eat!

He simply peeled off the moss and wall covering that still smelled of sour rice soup, and stuffed it into his mouth.

At this time, a soft and waxy voice came from the side.

"Are you OK?"

He looked up and saw a thornwood fork and a green skirt. He didn't know which girl came to show his kindness.

The beggar murmured: "Hungry."

As he spoke, a little bit of moss appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he hurriedly stuffed it back into his mouth.

The little girl looked at it and sighed.

"You can't eat that."

She took out a few coins and handed them over.

"Take it and buy a cake."

The beggar stopped chewing.

He looked at the copper coin, or in other words, he stared at the hand holding the copper coin.

So white!

How tender!

It looks like soaked chicken feet, or sheep's hooves that have been blanched and have their hair removed.

Throat rolling.

He suddenly caught the "sheep's hoof".

…………

"What did I do?!"

"What did I do?!"

"What did I do?!"

In a dark room in an abandoned house, the beggar pulled his hair and asked himself repeatedly.

Gradually.

He hugged his body and huddled in the corner, sobbing and sobbing.

Although he is a beggar and has no self-respect at all, he is a bastard who lacks tears and blood.

In my bleak and mediocre half-life, I have cried so bitterly only twice.

The first time was when I sold my ancestral property to pay off my gambling debts, which made my parents angry to death.

The second time, he sold his never-ending wife for gambling debts.

And this time.

He cried so miserably that it was as if the hunger in his belly, mixed with his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys, were squeezed out of his eyes.

Just because he felt inexplicably that what he was going to lose this time seemed to be more and more important than the previous two times. It was something that a human being should have.

Just curled up, whimpering, and confused.

Absolutely cold.

There was a faint voice outside the house:

"Damn, there are so many bugs in this poor place! Catch that guy quickly and go back to deal with it."

"Did you see that he is indeed still there?"

"You can see clearly, that bad gambler was still in the house just now having a plague."

Bad gambler?!

The beggar was so excited.

Something happened?

So soon the government came to your door!
To be continued...