Yang Xuan stretched out his hand to help the young man up.
This young man was shivering. He looked about twelve or thirteen years old. He was thin and small, and his face was a little sallow due to long-term malnutrition.
Yang Xuan smiled and took out some money and put it into the boy's hand, and said with a smile, "Take it to buy some food. I didn't bring much with me today. I will bring you more next time I come to town."
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After speaking, Yang Xuan was ready to leave.
He is not the kind of good old man with overflowing kindness. Being able to do this is enough.
Moreover, in a cruel place like the Dark World, there are many miserable people like teenagers who have no fixed abode, and Yang Xuan cannot take care of everyone.
But just when Yang Xuan was about to turn around and leave, the young man suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the corner of Yang Xuan's clothes, and then made babbling gestures for a while.
Only then did Yang Xuan realize that this young man was actually mute.
"It's not over yet. Really, the money given to you is enough for you to eat steamed buns for two months. If you are still not satisfied, please release your hands quickly and don't dirty Brother Zhang's clothes!"
The little beauty next to Yang Xuan cursed at the young man with great disgust.
The Brother Zhang she mentioned was actually Yang Xuan's pseudonym. In order to avoid trouble, Yang Xuan would use the name of a cook who was responsible for cooking in the Xuanzi Army when flirting with girls outside.
Because the young cook took the blame for Yang Xuan in this matter. Even though he had never done anything, he was labeled as a scumbag everywhere.
"Why are you so fierce at him? He is still a child!"
Yang Xuan glared at the little beauty fiercely. Although he was not a saint, he couldn't stand seeing people bullying the weak.
"It turns out you are mute. Then I will call you little mute from now on. Is there anything else?"
Yang Xuan leaned over with a smile.
The little mute made an ah-ah sound from his mouth, and kept making gestures with his hands.
At this time, an old man selling baked sweet potatoes next to him said, "This little mute is not very smart and a bit stupid, but he is quite honest. He is thanking you and asking you if you can be friends with him."
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Yang Xuan was stunned, then he laughed and reached out to touch the little mute's head, "Of course, from now on, I will be your friend."
When the little mute heard this, he danced with joy and circled around Yang Xuan with a silly smile.
Yang Xuan didn't take this matter to heart, he just thought it was to make this little mute happy.
A month later, when Yang Xuan was about to leave the Xuanzi Army camp to do some business, he suddenly heard several guards cursing in the guard box.
Yang Xuan went over to take a look and found that it was the little mute. At this time, he was trembling and huddled in the corner, babbling to several guards and gesticulating with his hands.
Several guards cursed at him, "You little thing, this is the first time. If I catch you again next time, I will shoot you as a spy!"
"what happened!"
Yang Xuan suddenly scolded him.
When the little mute saw that it was Yang Xuan, he hurriedly ran to Yang Xuan's side, clutching the corner of Yang Xuan's clothes tightly, his clear eyes filled with the most innocent smile.
Yang Xuan suddenly looked angry and scolded the guards, "Don't you know the rules of the Xuanzi Army!"
The guards were so frightened that their faces turned pale, and they quickly explained, "Marquis Qi, we didn't mean to bully him."
"It's just that this kid would sneak up within the security area of the camp every day. He wouldn't even give him food or money. He just wouldn't leave every day."
"Seeing that it is not a problem if this continues, we decided to scare him so that he would not come again in the future. Please forgive me!"
After Yang Xuan listened, he turned to look at the little mute and said softly, "Are everything they said true?
Are you coming every day this month?”
The little mute nodded vigorously, then took out a few boiled eggs from his pocket with a silly smile and handed them to Yang Xuan with a smile.
Yang Xuan was stunned and asked doubtfully, "You come here every day just to give me these things?"
The little mute put a few boiled eggs into Yang Xuan's hand, nodded vigorously, and then made a eating gesture with a silly smile.
Yang Xuan was stunned. After reacting, he suddenly felt his nose was a little sore.
Perhaps these few bird eggs are the most delicious things in the world to the little mute. He comes here every day just to share what he thinks is the best thing with Yang Xuan.
Yang Xuan didn't take the idea of becoming friends with him seriously at first, but the little mute regarded Yang Xuan as his best friend and was willing to share what he thought was the best with Yang Xuan.
From then on, Yang Xuan let the little mute follow him. At first, he simply pitied him and was moved by his innocence.
But as they got along a little bit later, the little mute gradually became Yang Xuan's pistachio. Only in front of the little mute could Yang Xuan truly relax and play with the little mute like a child.
Yang Xuan occasionally taught him to read and write. Although the little mute was stupid, he studied very seriously.
Yang Xuan originally wanted to give him a normal name, but Little Mute shook his head and refused, stubbornly insisting on using the name Little Mute.
At the same time, the little mute also learned to write Yang Xuan's name, and once he took it upon himself to write the word "Yang Mumu" on the paper, then pointed at Yang Xuan and laughed.
In the eyes of others, Yang Xuan is a world-famous champion.
But in the eyes of the little mute, this big boy who was a few years older than him and played with him every day was just his best friend in his heart: Yang Mumu.
Yang Xuan also went to many famous doctors to try to get the little mute to speak again, but these doctors all said that the little mute was congenitally mute and could not be cured according to the current scientific level.
The little mute's favorite game is Carrot Squat. As long as Yang Xuan is free, the two of them will play this simple and childish game over and over again in the yard.
Once, for some unknown reason, the little mute pointed at Yang Xuan and laughed loudly after Yang Xuan lost the game. At the same time, two vague words popped out of his mouth: Mumu.
Yang Xuanle was so upset that day that he raised the little mute over his head and ran wildly in circles in the yard.
The little mute was also dancing with joy, and kept repeating in a vague tone on Yang Xuan's shoulder: Mumu, Mumu, Mumu.
When Yang Xuan got tired of carrying the little mute, he just put the little mute on the ground. The little mute suddenly imitated Yang Xuan, hugged Yang Xuan's legs with one hand, and then raised Yang Xuan and cheered
Running around the yard.
"Hahaha, okay, okay, put it down quickly. If you keep going like this, I will vomit on you."
Yang Xuan laughed loudly and wanted to break away from the little mute, but suddenly he discovered something extremely surprising!
The little mute's arms holding his legs were actually extremely powerful. In the end, Yang Xuan had to use his true energy to barely break free from the little mute's arms.
"Little mute, have you ever practiced martial arts?"
Yang Xuan looked at the little mute and asked in confusion.
The little mute looked confused, as if he didn't understand what Yang Xuan was talking about.
Yang Xuan looked at the other party's clear and pure eyes. There was no impurity in them, and there was no trace of lying at all.