The man was slightly stunned, obviously, he didn't expect Zhang Zhitao to explain like this, and a smile appeared on Junyi's face, and said, "Have you ever seen a beggar shouting unwillingly?" ”

"I ......" Zhang Zhitao was a little speechless. At this time, she was so fragile that she asked the man in front of her a little weakly, "Are you pitying me?" ”

"Pathetic?" The man chewed these two words carefully, and smiled a little weakly, "I want to pity you?" Are you a homeless stray cat or a stray dog worthy of my pity? ”

Listening to the man's words, Zhang Zhitao inexplicably calmed down a lot, and it could be seen from the tone and expression of this man's voice that he was not telling a lie.

Seeing that Zhang Zhitao didn't speak, the man looked at Zhang Zhitao, who was embarrassed and pitiful, unkempt, and dirty all over his body, and guessed: "A woman who is like a flower and jade, but she was ruined by herself into this incomprehensible picture, I think you must have suffered some blow, right?" ”

Seeing that Zhang Zhitao still didn't speak, the man shook his head helplessly and said, "Forget it, the encounter is fate, let's take you to change this outfit." It just so happened that I was hungry, so I stopped by to eat something. ”

Hearing a strange man say such a thing, Zhang Zhitao looked up at the man in front of him in disbelief, and was about to open his mouth to say something, but the man spoke again.

"But you have to be mentally prepared, I'm not a good person." The man kindly reminded.

Seeing the man say this, Zhang Zhitao was relieved. This man, the arrogance and dashing grace exuded from the bones made her feel that he was safe, especially his clean smile and clear eyes made her feel trustworthy.

“xiexie。” Zhang Zhitao replied in a hoarse voice, but found that the man had already stepped forward, and after a moment's hesitation, he followed.

"My name is Mu Ziyang, He Pan Mu, the son of Confucius, the Yang of the sun." Seeing that Zhang Zhitao followed, Mu Ziyang introduced himself.

Mu Ziyang himself didn't know that Weishenme would lend a helping hand to this woman who was no different from a beggar, but he only knew that when he heard Zhang Zhitao's desperate crying and screaming from a distance, his feet didn't listen to his brain and walked this way.

When he saw Zhang Zhitao, who was lying on the ground and buried his head on the ground and crying bitterly, his footsteps stopped without moving.

Maybe it's because today is a special day, at least for Mu Ziyang, it's a very special day.

The sadness and forbearance that has been the same for decades began more than ten years ago today. At that time, he was still very young, but he was also like Zhang Zhitao at this time, sad, painful, and even desperate.

Mu Ziyang first took Zhang Zhitao to the sauna, changed into a dress, and then found a barber shop to tidy up his hair.

Looking at Zhang Zhitao, who seemed to be a different person at this time, Mu Ziyang smiled with satisfaction at the corner of his mouth, and said: "Women, you should treat yourself well, and don't ruin yourself for a momentary loss." ”