How many people have not died in the hands of enemies, diseases, or disasters.
In the end, he died in the mouth of Chenghu, the three of them?
Meat knives grind people to death.
That's it.
Due to various reasons and needs, he is sarcastic and sarcastic towards others and isolates himself in every possible way.
Even children are self-taught.
The eldest lady straightened her clothes very seriously and solemnly, and then kowtowed.
Agutai hurriedly helped her up and said, "No need to be so troublesome, no need to be so troublesome."
Su Mo chuckled. Seeing that Agutai was always doing nothing, she was a little at a loss now. She joked: "Agutai, you have accepted a disciple, are you going to drink to celebrate again?"
Agutai's slightly bluish black pupils sparkled immediately, like fine gems, "That's natural, you don't need to remind me. Come, let's go have wine and meat together, I'll treat you!"
Hearing that he was already talking incoherently, Su Mo hugged Master Jing's arm and laughed so hard that she couldn't stand up straight.
Agutai looked at her strangely, "You're so strange, what's so funny about this?"
Su Mo waved her hand, "No, let's go."
They left Agutai's courtyard and met the little girl coming from Mr. Hu's clinic. "Miss, Mr. Hu said that the two people were awake and asked you to come over."
Su Mo responded and asked the eldest lady and Agutai to go back first while she and Master Jing went to take a look.
The two people were already awake, and Shui Mei and Hu Xiuhong were taking care of them.
According to what was said just now, the girl's name is Fang Ying and the boy's name is Fang Yu. They came to Beijing with their parents five years ago to look for relatives, but their relatives have disappeared and they don't know where they moved.
Their hometown is thousands of miles away in Huzhou. Now that they have no money, they can only beg and find work.
Later, my father worked as a porter and my mother worked as a seamstress, washing people's clothes and sewing and mending them. Who knows, but the bully of that family took notice and forcibly ruined them.
When my father went to seek justice, he was beaten. When he went to file a complaint, he was even beaten to death. Not long after, old and new illnesses recurred, and he died.
My mother was snatched away by the bully, and she could only survive and live a humiliating and ignoble existence for the sake of her two children.
