"Cry, are you still crying?" Yingfeng immediately raised his arm as if to slap him, and the little ghost stopped crying immediately, and his face changed faster than turning the page of a book.
Yingfeng also retracted his palm very readily, and suddenly understood a simple truth: some people will not shed tears until they see the coffin.
"Thank you, big brother, for being willing to give me a chance. Big brother, you are really a good person. If it were those guys, I'm afraid they would have beaten me up without caring about anything..."
The little devil wiped away the snot and tears on his face. He blinked his eyes and looked up and down at Yingfeng, who looked attentive. He bowed politely to Yingfeng, and then began to talk about himself slowly.
family circumstances.
It turns out that this little devil's name is Xiao Blin, and he is a small citizen living in the slums of the lower class areas. His father died young, and a mother who picked up rags raised him alone. The mother even often made her own food in order to keep him fed.
Eating only one meal a day has even lasted for several months recently. However, this kind of life cannot last for long. Even with the continuous high-intensity work every day, his mother is still ill.
Fell. Due to this situation, little Brin was too young to do anything, so he chose to become a thief to help support the family.
"Brother, please, please let me go! Even if I don't eat, my mother will eat. She hasn't had a decent meal for three days! If this continues, she will definitely die! Dad
She is no longer here, I can't lose my mother again!" When little Brin said this, his eyes began to get wet again. He held the sleeves facing the wind with both hands and begged, and the sincerity of his feelings did not seem to be fake at all.
For no reason, a soft part of Yingfeng's heart was touched. He finally relented, took out a silver coin from his pocket and handed it to the little ghost head, and just let the little ghost head kick his head three times.
He thanked her and left.
"This lower area is really abnormal." Yingfeng shook his head and sighed softly. He raised his head and looked at the drizzle falling in the sky, as if he wanted to find something in the drizzle.
After a long, long time, about the time it took the little ghost to leave the incense stick, Yingfeng's thoughts finally calmed down completely. He put his hands in his pockets and didn't want to think about it anymore. He just walked on the wet streets by himself.
Just look for a store where you can buy soju.
Even though it was drizzling, I was still half wet from the rain after walking on the street without an awning for a long time. The only reason why I was half wet was because the rain was not heavy, and I didn't care much about it. Just now
I learned about the place where I could buy soju from an old man. I followed the windward path and finally arrived in front of a tavern.
The tavern looked small in size. It could hold twenty guests inside at the same time. The door plaque of the tavern was even more dilapidated, and the inside was filled with smoke. A few grown men were puffing away smoke inside.
It looked even more smoky. If there weren't soju sold here, then Yingfeng would definitely not step into such a ghostly place.
"Yes, a guest!" Just when the door of the tavern was opened in the wind and the doorbell jingled, the carefree voice of the middle-aged shopkeeper came from the tavern.
Yingfeng walked forward without saying anything, and just asked calmly: "Boss, are there any soju sold here?"
"Soju? Yes. A small bottle costs one silver coin. How much do you want?" The boss said with a professional smile on his face and a chuckle.
Yingfeng subconsciously wanted to say "get five bottles", but he was cautious and touched his trouser pocket before saying so. He said softly "eh" and confirmed the amount of money in his trouser pocket again.
But he was immediately stunned on the spot.
Nine copper coins? Why are there only nine copper coins left in the trouser pocket?
Yingfeng felt that God was joking with him. He clearly remembered that he received two gold coins, four silver coins and nine copper plates from Princess Lucia. However, all the copper plates were there now, but where were the gold coins and silver coins?
I don't understand, Yingfeng really doesn't understand. After amnesia, Yingfeng has lost his skeptical attitude towards most things. How could he realize that the loss of gold and silver coins is related to the pedestrians he met before? He doesn't know where to go.
He doubted the little devil he let go, and he didn't know how to doubt the old man who showed him the way. With amnesia, he would just freeze on the spot like a fool, that's all.
The owner of the tavern was obviously puzzled by Yingfeng, who was standing stupidly. The smile on his face began to stiffen. He looked up and down at the young guest who had not paid or answered his words, and tried his best to make it look as smooth as possible.
Keeping his voice steady: "Ah, um, this guest, how much soju do you want?"
"...I'm sorry. Well, I don't know why, but there are only nine copper coins left in the trouser pocket. I clearly remember that there were two gold coins and three silver coins in it before these nine copper coins..." Yingfeng smiled and typed.
Haha, I want to lighten the atmosphere on the field as much as possible.
The smile on the tavern owner's face quickly froze. He tried not to burst out, but first he heard the surrounding guests "hahaha" suddenly burst into laughter in a nonchalant manner.
"Guest, I think if what you just said is true, then I regret to tell you that you must have encountered a pickpocket just now." The tavern owner shrugged helplessly, and he casually said a few words about pickpockets recently.
He said very polite words, and then turned his attention back to the shouting guests.
Yingfeng was stunned for several seconds. He slowly began to understand what the tavern owner was talking about. He also felt that he was incompatible with this tavern, so he left the place consciously as if he was running away, even about the soju.
Don't care about it anymore.
"Nine coppers, what can this little money do?" Yingfeng muttered softly, his face becoming more and more ugly, not only because there were only nine coppers left in his pocket, but also because he suddenly discovered Lucia
He lost the pass the princess gave him! Without that thing to prove his identity, how could he return to Lucia even if he bought soju?
At the moment when he was complaining, even Yingfeng didn't realize that he had unintentionally spent those few copper coins to buy a bottle of shochu. Now he did have shochu, but he couldn't return to the imperial city. This was the moment.
The real big crisis faced by Windward!
The sky becomes darker and darker as time goes by. Walking in the wind on the streets with fewer and fewer people, in the drizzle that never stops, it always feels colder. This is a very strange thing.
The thing is, although Yingfeng has no longer practiced physical fighting qi, his physical fitness is comparable to the intermediate level of physical fighting qi. However, he can still feel cold like this. This is simply an incredible thing.
It turned out that gradually, it was not that the body was cold, but that one felt cold in the heart. An imperceptible trace of discouragement quietly spread from the bottom of his heart. Yingfeng began to blame himself for not being careful enough for no reason. He took the shochu he was going to give to Lucia's master.
Walking on the cold road, I always felt that I was too incompetent as a servant. Originally, Princess Lucia released him from the dark and boring cell regardless of the past and gave him some freedom. However, Lucia
What on earth is going on when he screws up the first task assigned to him?
Looking up at the dim sky with continuous drizzle, Fengfeng felt more and more useless. The courage he originally planned to go back along the way was gradually extinguished with the continuous drizzle, making him walk unconsciously.
I am like a wandering traveler on the street.
Courage is a very magical thing. Once discouraged, it is difficult to muster up and pick up again. This is especially true for Yingfeng who has lost his memory. He walked aimlessly on the street, always feeling that at this time
I am increasingly able to understand the current situation of the lower class residents.
The sound of "gurgling" came from his stomach. Yingfeng lowered his head and gently stroked his slightly shriveled belly with his right hand, and couldn't help but reveal a wry smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Today's breakfast, what did you eat for breakfast?" Yingfeng suddenly began to recall. As servants, they always had breakfast before their master got up. How many hours had it been since now? Even a fighter would feel it.
Hunger, as the saying goes, a fighter can go several days without eating, which only refers to the ultimate ability to endure hunger, that's all.
While imagining the breakfast he had today, he walked aimlessly. As he walked against the wind, he felt more and more hungry. As he walked on the street and looked at the sallow-faced and skinny little kid who occasionally passed by, he began to feel vaguely the same feeling, as if many
He was in the same situation years ago. Of course, Yingfeng has lost his memory. He doesn't remember anything about the past. This feeling of familiarity is just a feeling, that's all.
The day passed like this. I don't know what kind of mentality it was because I didn't have the courage to go back, so I just lived on the street doing nothing.
The next day passed in the same way. He was squatting in the alley against the wind. He looked at the children who occasionally passed by and nibbled on steamed buns. He began to feel that the steamed buns in the children's mouths seemed to be very delicious delicacies.
The third day passed, and Yingfeng began to be unable to bear the unbearable hunger. He looked at the pedestrians passing by in a hurry, and suddenly felt the urge to rob them.
"Ah, so this is what poverty feels like, so this is what hunger feels like... Because many people in this lower-class area are in this situation, that's why the public security here is so unstable, right?"