When he returned to his room in the Thirteenth Army, Xiao Chen undressed and lay down on his warm little bed without even taking off his boots.
He was exhausted from the continuous actions.
I was obviously very sleepy, but I couldn't fall asleep.
Originally, he planned to take Huang's letter of confession to defeat Huang Anliang's defense line and open a breakthrough for Jin Yiwei as soon as possible.
However, the factory owner has promised Huang Anliang to give him three days to consider.
"This old fox clearly wants to delay time. Did the factory owner really give him three days to wait for him to clear his mind and confront us?" He raised his fist and hit the bed hard.
Yesterday, when he went to Lao Li's house to arrest Lan Qianhu, although his home was shabby, the brand-new cotton coat on the old man's body warmed his heart.
Seeing Lao Li's filial look, Xiao Chen couldn't help but feel a little inexplicably sad.
He can be filial to his mother, but he just wants to be filial, but he doesn't know who to do it to.
This is not a great sorrow.
Thinking of this, Xiao Chen no longer felt sleepy at all.
After standing up, Xiao Chen walked to the square table behind the door, picked up the wine jug on the table, unscrewed the lid, raised his head and took a few sips. Then he picked up the wine jug and sat in front of the stove.
This wine bottle has been with me for more than ten years. Whenever I am in a bad mood, I will pick it up and take a sip.
Xiao Chen picked up a piece of charcoal at his feet and threw it into the stove, with a smile on his face.
"I don't know whether that old guy is dead or alive, or whether he is doing well or not."
Looking at the red charcoal burning in the stove, Xiao Chen thought of his past.
More than ten years ago, Wang San, who had been in the palace for a year, also accompanied his little Li Zi and went to the palace to purify himself.
In the entire desolate village, Xiao Chen was left alone, wandering around like a wild dog.
He picked up a radish leaf that some villager had left behind on the side of the road, stuffed it into his mouth, endured the discomfort caused by the burrs on the surface of the leaf, chewed it for a few mouthfuls, and then swallowed it.
This road is the only official road leading to the town.
It's an official road, it's only five feet wide, barely enough for a carriage to travel smoothly.
If you encounter a carriage approaching in the opposite direction, you have to find a slightly wider place and press the wooden wheels of one carriage to the outside of the official road so that the other carriage can pass.
The place where Xiao Chen picked up vegetable leaves was a little more spacious.
Only in places like this would things fall.
He searched back and forth several times, but couldn't find anything except that one radish leaf. Xiao Chen could only continue moving forward, looking for a spacious place to pick up vegetable leaves.
Unconsciously, we reached the end of the official road.
This is a small town. Although it is not prosperous, there are several open shops and scattered stalls on the roadside.
"Tanghulu, sweet and sour candied haws." An old man shouted along the street, carrying a densely packed candied haws on his back.
The bright red hawthorns are coated with a layer of dark yellow rock sugar, glowing attractively in the sun.
Xiao Chen stood there, licked his chapped lips, and stared at the strings of candied haws, his eyes moving as the old man walked.
Hearing the cries, a woman walked out of a house on the street, holding a little girl of five or six years old in her hand.
A small floral dress with two small braids on the top of her head, it looks really cute.
He raised his head and stared longingly at the tempting strings of candied haws.
"How do you sell these candied haws on a stick?" the woman asked.
"Two copper plates in one string, three copper plates in two strings." The old man turned around quickly and threw the rack he was carrying to the ground, with a smile on his face.
The woman fumbled around her waist for a long time and finally pulled out a copper plate.
He said with some embarrassment: "I only have one copper plate here. Can you sell me a smaller one?"
The old man looked embarrassed. He watched the little girl staring at the candied haws eagerly. He was silent for a moment, and then he pulled out a slightly smaller one from the shelf.
He handed it to the woman and said, "I'll sell it to you."
A smile appeared on the woman's face, and when she handed the copper plate to the old man, she stuffed the candied haws into the child's hand.
The little girl stuck out her tongue and took a lick, "It's so sweet."
Xiao Chen swallowed, wishing that he was the one licking the candied haws.
With a smile on her face, the woman picked up the child and said, "Isn't it really sweet? Why don't you become your own mother?"
"Boo." The child pouted and kissed the woman on the face.
"Mom, that big brother keeps staring at my candied haws, does he want to eat my candied haws?"
Glancing at Xiao Chen not far away, the woman said, "That's just a wild boy. No one will buy him candied haws. Let's go back quickly."
With that said, he walked in with the child in his arms and closed the door behind him.
"Bah." Xiao Chen spat on the ground. "Who said I don't have a mother? I'll go find my mother right away."
Turning around, my eyes were filled with tears.
Ever since I can remember, some people in the village have said that they have no mother, and some have said that their mother has died long ago. Do they have a mother? If so, where is she? Why doesn't she come to see him?
The grievances in my heart suddenly surged up, as if the pebbles at my feet were grinning, laughing at myself for being a wild child.
Xiao Chen raised his foot and kicked the stone away.
"Bang, bang", it hit the half-open door of a shop on the street.
Hearing the noise, a man walked out. After checking, there was no movement, and he was about to go back. When he looked up, he saw Xiao Chen across the street.
"Little beggar, where is your companion? Did he steal something and was beaten to death?" the man said sarcastically.
"You stole things, and you were beaten to death, old dog." Xiao Chen, who was already sad, became angry when he saw the other person talking about Xiao Lizi like that, and started scolding him.
"You little bitch beggar, how dare you scold me." He picked up the door lever on the back of the door and rushed over.
Seeing this scene, Xiao Chen ran away.
Although he was angry and sad at the same time, Xiao Chen still chose to take the upper hand when faced with an adult man holding a wooden pole.
A man yelled loudly from behind, but Xiao Chen didn't dare to look back at all. He quickly rushed out of the street.
But the man was relentless and kept chasing after me without any intention of giving up.
Listening to the yelling and cursing that was getting closer and closer, Xiao Chen's heart was in his throat.
I saw an alley and plunged into it.
"Bang", a huge rebound force bounced back.
When he looked up, he saw a chubby old man staring at him in surprise.
And he, in a panic, bumped into the opponent's chest and was bounced back.
In this split second, the man behind him had already caught up.
He was panting heavily, cursing and dragging the wooden pole, and grabbed Xiao Chen's tattered collar: "You little wild dog, run, run for me."
"You are the wild dog, you are just an old wild dog."
Being caught in the opponent's hand, Xiao Chen was no longer afraid. Although he was unable to resist, his angry eyes refused to give in.
"You bitch, I'll beat you to death." As he said that, the man swung the wooden pole in his hand and hit Xiao Chen on the head.