"Uncle, give me some money and I'll go to the doctor. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info" said the little beggar on the ground with his dirty hands outstretched.

"You are so bold, dare to lie to us, do you believe it or not, I ......"

"Ping'er!" Qingge scolded him in a deep voice, "Give him money." "At this time, is there any other choice but to give money?

Ping'er angrily took out the money bag from his arms, and threw out a silver ingot to the little beggar under the wolf-like gaze of everyone.

"Okay, right?" Qingge said coldly.

"Thank you, uncle," this ingot of silver can last the life of the family for more than half a year, and everyone can see everyone's mouth. The little beggar took it into his arms and shouted to the crowd of onlookers, "It's scattered, there's nothing to see." ”

After a while, the crowd dispersed.

The little beggar got up quickly and quickly shuttled through the cracks.

"Follow him." Qingge said that he had already chased after him. was slandered on the street, Qingge's heart was like eating a fly, how could he swallow this breath.

Ping'er had palpitations, and said while running: "Master, let's go back and ask for help." ”

Qingge glanced at him indifferently and quickened the pace of his feet.

The little beggar crossed the main street and turned into a dilapidated shantytown. This house looks like a child playing with it. Arm-thick wooden branches support the beams, and the roof is a few large wooden planks pressed by bricks.

Here, you can clean up that stinky boy in minutes. Qingge adjusted her breathing and walked towards the small house he had slipped into.

"Mother, mother, wake up, I've made money, you see. I'll go get you a doctor in a minute. The little beggar said gently. The voice is immature, but the tone is old-fashioned.

It's another sad story, but no matter how sad it is, it can't be a reason for him to cheat.

"Wood, where did you get so much money? Are you doing something bad again? The woman in the room said weakly.

Qingge lifted the shabby curtain and entered the house.

It was almost as imagined, the room was dimly lit, tattered, and filled with a strange smell, and a melon-sized sarcoma hung from the neck of the mother lying on the kang with a wood, tearing her whole face out of shape, and looking as terrifying as a monster.

Mu Tou was a child who was no more than eight or nine years old, and when he saw Qingge coming to the door, he was too scared to speak. Naturally, Mu Niang also saw Qingge, "Who is this nobleman?" ”

"Do you say it yourself or do I speak for you?" Qingge said indifferently.

There was a moment of silence, "Mother, he is a good person, and he gave me this silver." He knew that his mother was sick, so he gave up the money to treat his mother. Wood looked at Qingge and shouted nervously.

"Really?" Mu Niang looked at Qingge's face and asked hesitantly.

"Mother, wait until you get better. Wood will repay the benefactor's great kindness. Wood had a small black face that couldn't be seen clearly, a pair of wet round eyes, and looked at Qingge helplessly, about to cry.

Ping'er tugged at the corners of Qingge's clothes on the side, picked up her sleeves and wiped her tears from the corners of her eyes. That also means to save Qingge and let this child go.

Qingge sighed softly in her heart.

"Madame, you are too worried. That's true, you have a good rest. Qingge said lightly and walked out the door.

"Mother, I didn't lie to you, I didn't do anything bad." Wood comforted her softly.

Help the mother to lie down, and the wood also went out. He bowed to Yingying, who was singing softly, and pointed to the distance, motioning for them to speak in the distance.

"Thank you, two officials. I'm so sorry. You have also seen that my mother is seriously ill, and I have no ability to make money, so I can only rely on abduction and deception to treat my mother. Wood looked solemn, not grateful, not sympathetic, and even a little taken for granted.

Qingge was shocked, he was just an eight or nine-year-old child, the age when he should have been coquettish in his parents' arms, but he was annoyed that "he didn't have the ability to earn money to treat his mother's illness".

"What's that disease your mother has?" Ping'er's face was soft and she couldn't help but ask.

"The doctor said it was a swelling ulcer. Said she wouldn't live long. I want my mother to live a few comfortable days before she dies. At the mention of his mother's condition, Mu still couldn't help but whimper.

Ping'er: "What about your father?" ”

Mu suppressed his crying and said indifferently, "I don't have a father." I don't know who my dad is. ”

Ping'er tugged on Qingge's sleeve: "Master, let's help him, help him." ”

Qingge had been thinking about what she could do, but she found that she really couldn't do anything except give some financial help. Wood Lady has cancer. It is still difficult to heal in a world where modern medicine is developed, especially in ancient times. What Mu really wants is not money, but to keep him as the only relative in the world - his mother.

Watching the lives of your loved ones pass by little by little and you can't do anything about it, this kind of light song experience is too deep. In her previous life, her mother died in childbirth, and her father also died of cancer after a year of painful consumption, and when Qingge was eight years old, he also died.

Her world also collapsed with the death of her father. For a long time, she felt like she was living in silent darkness, in a world where she was alone. It wasn't until I went to college that I gradually opened my mind.

Nowadays, the situation with wood is even worse. There are no social welfare organizations here to help orphans, and what awaits wood will be a darker and dirtier life.

"Let's go get a doctor first. Life and death are up to God, all we can do is to do our best, and leave the rest to God. ”

Mu lowered his head and said with some hesitation, "Can you ask this brother to help ask ......" he said and looked at Ping'er.

"Why should he ask?"

"I've deceived him a few times, and I'm afraid he won't come if I ask for it." Wood said weakly.

Qingge rolled her eyes, "You really need to fix this problem." ”

"I don't want to, I really don't have any money, and my mother is in a lot of pain, so I will do this. He didn't suffer either, and beat me so long that I didn't get out of bed for three days. ”

Qingge choked in her throat, not daring to think about what his life was like before.

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The doctor in blue followed Ping'er to the wooden hut, and when he saw the wood, he rolled his eyes, "What kind of bad idea do you have?" ”

Mu flattered him: "Doctor Wang, please treat my mother." ”

"Your mother is dying, and you can't see it well." Doctor Wang said viciously.

"Did you talk like that? I can see it, but I can't see it. Ping'er was angry that a doctor was so immoral.

Doctor Wang has not been deceived by wood once or twice, so he cut it, turned around and left.

"Don't, don't." Mu hugged Dr. Wang's legs, "Doctor, you are okay, show my mother." I'm rich, you see. He pulled out the silver ingot that Qingge had given him.

Doctor Wang knew that this kid wouldn't have so much money, so he raised his head and reminded the light song on the side: "Be careful of being deceived, this kid is a thief." ”