Chapter 52 Zhao Tian and the Little Beggar - Part 1
Zhao Tian dragged the little beggar into the studio. Although the little beggar was light enough, the drunk Zhao Tian collapsed in the chair and stopped moving.
The little beggar dragged into the house was already stiff and might not survive.
Zhao Tian, who was panting and sweating on his forehead, thought pessimistically:...One day...maybe it won't be long..."...It won't be long before I will be like this beggar."
Zhao Tianbei felt sincerely and turned his eyes away from the little beggar.
I don’t know who left the studio last. He didn’t put out the charcoal basin when he left. The charcoal in the charcoal basin was almost burned. Occasionally, wisps of yellow light would float under the gray and fluffy embers, like thunder in the cumulus clouds.
Agitation... Zhao Tian stared at the charcoal basin in a daze. It wasn't until he shivered that he realized that the contents of the charcoal basin had burned out.
Zhao Tian wrapped up his clothes, stood up, and quickly walked out of the house with a charcoal basin.
Charcoal ash has many uses. Even if you don't use it at home, you can save it. If you save too much, hawkers will come to collect it. Zhao Tian and other rich young people couldn't see the little money from "selling rags", so they
The charcoal ashes were scattered on the dirt road in front of the door. It was truly a luxurious scene in this small corner of the city.
Zhao Tian hesitated at the door for a long time when he returned to the house. The little beggar was already cold. It was extremely unlucky to leave a dead person in the house. Before anyone found out, he should be dragged out and thrown far away... Zhao Tian
Thinking like this, I couldn't do it no matter what.
In fact... he already noticed that the little beggar was stiff when he was dragging him into the house. Although he knew that the beggar was stiff, he still dragged him into the house. He didn't throw it away at that time, and he couldn't throw it away now.
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Zhao Tian silently walked back to the chair and lit the charcoal pot. He curled up in the chair as much as possible and stared at the charcoal pot in a daze... The fire burned him warmly, and his eyelids began to feel heavy as the surroundings became warmer.
Zhao Tianmeng dreamed that he had returned to school. The huge school was shrouded in fog, and the visibility was only about three meters. He was standing in an empty place surrounded by white, no one, and the silence was terrifying.
Because it was too weird and terrifying, Zhao Tian did not enter the teaching building. He walked deeper along the wall of the teaching building, bypassing the blooming lilac tree, stepping on the fallen flowers and leaves on the concrete floor, and smelling the fragrance of flowers reaching from far away.
From near to far, I came to the school football field alone.
The surroundings and the sky are all white, except for the green weeds under our feet which are so heavy that they cannot lift their heads due to the moisture. The school is very old, and the weeds under our feet have not been shaved, so they are very long. Wild morning glories lie in the weeds.
It’s quietly open above…
"...That's what morning glory is like. You see it blooming...it will bloom even if you don't look at it..."
Zhao Tian was startled by the female voice.
This voice rang out from the gray fog around him, echoing around him. This voice was very familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was for the moment.
"Who are you?..." Zhao Tian turned around after asking, but there was nothing here except thick fog.
"——Who are you!?" Zhao Tian said loudly.
The female voice seemed to have gone far away, and her voice became illusive and ethereal: "...the sun will rise every day, and flowers will bloom every season... Only by admitting your own ordinaryness can you fulfill yourself..."
"Who are you!?" Zhao Tian was anxious: "What do you mean by these words!?..."
...This time...the only answer to him was loneliness...
Zhao Tian felt that he had slept for a long time. When he woke up, there were still tears in the corners of his eyes, but the charcoal in the charcoal basin did not burn much.
Zhao Tian straightened up. Since he had fallen asleep on the chair, his whole body was indescribably stiff and painful. He turned his head and glanced at the door. Fortunately, he was startled when he saw the little beggar.
He was sitting at the door, staring blankly at Zhao Tian.
Zhao Tian exclaimed: "Are you still alive!?"
The little beggar's eyes fluctuated a little, and he nodded timidly, then shook his head.
Zhao Tian paused and asked, "Are you hungry? Do you want some water?"
The little beggar nodded slightly uneasily.
Zhao Tian looked around the room. There were only large pieces of dry black bread left in the room. He took a knife to cut the bread, trying to cut it thinner. He scratched it with the knife for a long time but couldn't cut off a piece... He looked for it in a hurry.
He took a plate, poured water on it, soaked the bread entirely in the water and handed it to the little beggar.
The little beggar held the plate but did not eat. Instead, his eyes were bright, he raised his head piously and asked: "...are you a god?"
Zhao Tian shook his head.
The little beggar paused for a while, then asked as if he had recognized the reality: "...Then I'm not dead?"
Zhao Tian thought for a while and nodded.
The little beggar was stunned, hesitated for a while, put the plate on the ground, grabbed the soaked bread with both hands, and burst into tears as soon as he took a bite.
Zhao Tian couldn't bear to look at him and asked, "What's your name? Are your family members still there?"
The little beggar shook his head.
Zhao Tian: "No more?... Still don't know their situation?"
The little beggar shook his head again.
Zhao Tian took a breath and asked again: "I should know your name, right? Otherwise, how would I call you."
The little beggar raised his head in fear, shaking his head in fear but still in pain.
Now Zhao Tian was in trouble.
He stared at the dirty little beggar. The little beggar stared at Zhao Tian worriedly and fearfully, but kept stuffing the black bread in his hand into his mouth.
Zhao Tian frowned and said, "Eat slowly and don't eat too much. Your stomach will swell when you eat this food. I'm afraid I'll burst you."
When the little beggar heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up and he ate more and faster!
"Holy shit!" Zhao Tian was scared and grabbed the bread. Whether the little beggar was freezing to death or starving to death, it would be very uncomfortable for Zhao Tian if he suffocated to death later.
The little beggar was so scared that he lowered his head tremblingly and trembled in a weak voice: "Thank you... thank you, I'll leave now, I'll leave now..."
"Where are you going?" Zhao Tian asked immediately, basically choking.
The little beggar trembled with fright, lowered his head and trembled. He actually didn't know where he should go, but he knew it was time to leave, so he got up tremblingly...
Zhao Tiandao: "I'm not driving you away, you can stay."
For a moment, there seemed to be light in the little beggar's eyes, but he shook his head, held his leg with one hand and lowered his head to Zhao Tian and said: "I am a lame..."
Zhao Tian couldn't understand what lame meant for a while. The little beggar had already started. He opened the door and limped out of the house. Only then did Zhao Tian realize that the little beggar's leg was broken.
Zhao Tian stood up and wanted to pull him, but he didn't have the courage to hold him. Zhao Tian couldn't protect himself, so how could he take care of a lame little beggar? He was so dirty and ugly, even if Zhao Tian wanted to keep him
, other people in the studio would not accept him. Only then did Zhao Tian think that it might be best for the little beggar to leave at this time.
Zhao Tian clenched his fists in pain, feeling that somewhere in his heart was being stung severely. He suddenly chased after the little beggar and forced the bread into his hands.
The little beggar looked at him in surprise.
Zhao Tiandao: "If you can't find anything to eat, come here."