The immature voice sounded slowly, sounding a little nervous and frightened, and a little pitiful, the flower seller was a ten-year-old delicate little girl, with her red little hands closed, holding a bundle of flowers of different colors.

She sells flowers to passers-by on the side of the road, but she is disappointed again and again, her little face can't hide her frustration, her head is lowered, and tears are rolling in her eyes.

"Childe, do you buy flowers?"

When the little girl saw Mo Yan walking towards her, it seemed that she had been rejected too many times, and she was a little hesitant at first, but finally plucked up her courage, stopped in front of Mo Yan with a timid expression, and asked in a weak voice.

Looking down at the flowers in the little girl's hand, the flowers were covered with water droplets, obviously just picked, Mo Yan moved the oil-paper umbrella forward, covering the little girl's thin body, bent down slightly, sniffed, and smiled gently: "Little girl, how do you sell this flower?"

When the little girl heard this, her eyes instantly brightened, and her voice became a little louder: "Two pennies and ten branches......"

As he spoke, he felt that his asking price was too high, and he was afraid of scaring away the big brother in front of him who was willing to buy flowers, so he hurriedly added: "No, you can buy ten sticks for just one penny." ”

Mo Yan smiled, and suddenly felt that this little girl was strange and pitiful, but it was quite suitable for his eyes, and his first impression was good, pinched the little girl's face, and said softly:

"I'm going to want all of your flowers...... But you have to tell me, why do you come out to sell flowers alone at such a young age, and is there anyone else in the family besides you?"

The little girl's eyes were gloomy, and she burst into tears again, and said with a crying voice: " My father fought with the barbarians, and he didn't come back for several years, and there was still my aunt left at home, but my aunt fell ill some time ago, and I went to Jishitang to find a doctor, and the doctor said that the doctor would charge two copper coins for the visit, and the medicine had to be counted separately, but the money in our family, so that Auntie paid off her uncle's gambling debts, there was no money, and the rice at home was gone, and I and Auntie had not eaten for almost a whole day, so I folded some flowers and wanted to sell them, these flowers were raised by my Aunt, she liked these flowers the most, but I didn't even sell a flower。 ”

As soon as she finished speaking, the little girl's shriveled stomach came with a "cooing" sound.

Looking at the little girl with a red face and an embarrassed face, Mo Yan couldn't help but smile dumbly, and rubbed her head with pity.

"Okay, don't be sad, your eldest brother is the shopkeeper of the teahouse in front of you, or you go to my place to eat something and dry your clothes, otherwise the weather is so cold, if you also catch a cold and get sick, who will take care of your mother? ”

"Big brother, the doctor said that he would charge two copper coins for the visit, and the medicine may be more, my expenses are not worth so much money, but I will work hard to make money to repay you, really, I am already learning embroidery from A-Niang......" The little girl raised her face and swore a promise.

"Okay, I'll wait for you to make money and pay me back!" Mo Yan smiled nonchalantly.

"A-Niang said that there are fewer and fewer good people now, but big brother, you are a good person. The little girl's tone was serious and determined.

"Perhaps......"

Mo Yan replied noncommittally, and then took the little girl around a few streets and alleys, and came to a teahouse, where a plaque was hung on the door, with four gilded characters of "Junshang Teahouse" written on it.

Putting away the oil-paper umbrella, Mo Yan stopped under the eaves of the teahouse for a while, shook off the water stains on the umbrella, just entered the door, was crawling on the counter, and Ahri, who was holding his head lightly with both hands, twisted his sour neck, looked up and saw Mo Yan who crossed the threshold, was stunned for a moment, and then his face was full of happy smiles and came forward.

"Childe, you're back. ”

Mo Yan nodded, briefly talked about the little girl, and said, "Ahri, you take the little girl down to eat something first, set up a brazier to warm her body, and then send someone to send her home and ask a doctor with good medical skills to treat her mother." ”

"I see, Childe. Ahri nodded, and at the same time took the oil-paper umbrella in Mo Yan's hand.

Mo Yan's eyes fell on the little girl, and he asked softly, "Little girl, what's your name?"

"Jiangxue, Mei Jiangxue, A-Niang said that the word Jiangxue is a metaphor for red flowers, she likes flowers the most, and I was born on a snowy day, so she gave me this name. The little girl said in a crisp voice.

"Jiangxue, okay, I remember, if you have any difficulties in the future, you can come here to find me. Mo Yan bowed his head slightly, said nothing, turned around and went straight upstairs.

The second floor is a few clear windows, ventilated on all sides, almost full, two or three teahouses are walking like flying, making a cup of tea here, adding a bowl of water there, busy with their feet not touching the ground, a person when two people call, set up a platform by the east position, the rattan chair not far from the side of the platform sits an old man with hair like silver, red face like jujube, the old man shrugged up two eyelids, is holding a hookah "bar da da" smoking non-stop, it is the old man Qian who is in charge of storytelling in the Junshang teahouse.

"Master Mo, you're here. When Mr. Qian saw Mo Yan, he immediately stood up and said hello to Mo Yan, a parent of food and clothing.

"You don't have to be polite, old gentleman, you sit. Mo Yan raised his hand and nodded downward.

Most of the tea guests who knew Mo Yan on the second floor greeted him, Mo Yan responded with a smile, and after passing through a line of empty passages, he sat down in the private seat by the window in the southwest corner, which was seven or eight steps away from the middle lobby, and there were bamboo curtains hanging down, cutting off the inside and outside, but it was also a lot cleaner.

The cousins of the teahouse are all old men of the Tianxiang Teahouse, and they are familiar with the kung fu of pouring tea and water, Mo Yan did not dismiss them, and after a short time, a long-faced cousin walked in and served steaming tea, as well as two plates of tea and dried melon seeds, and delicate sugar.

Knowing that Mo Yan liked to be quiet, he didn't dare to disturb him, so he quit and retired after doing this.

After a while, Ahri walked in again, it seemed that Mo Yan's explanation should have been done, she saw Mo Yan with a smile on her face, and couldn't help but ask in surprise: "Childe seems to be in a good mood today, is there any unexpected gain from Lanshan Shihui and his party?"

The Lanshan Poetry Club is a gathering held by the literati of Yunyuan County, Mo Yan has nothing to do, so he went to see the excitement, and Shicai is exactly where to come back.

Mo Yan shook his head and said: "This has nothing to do with the Lanshan Poetry Club, maybe it's because of a good thing done today." ”

"It's rare to see Childe smile from the bottom of her heart like this, could it be that Childe used to do bad things?" Ahri's bright eyes flashed with a hint of cunning.

"It's not big or small, and you dare to make fun of me. ”

Mo Yan scolded with an angry smile, and directly rewarded the little maid with a burst chestnut, and then moved his gaze lightly, and threw himself to the next seat, where sat three girls wearing hats, they were wearing pomegranate red butterflies and wearing flower gold gowns, and below was a light green embroidered makeup skirt.

"Ahri, the three women next door, do you see any clues?" Mo Yan came up with an exam question.

"It's beautiful. Hearing this, Ahri turned his head and looked at it carefully for a while before giving such an answer.

"What else?" Mo Yan continued.

Ahri spread his hands, "No!"

Mo Yan picked up a piece of sweets and took a bite, "You, don't you even know your own clan?"