Looking at the unconscious little beggar in front of them, Zhang Tianhao and Sima Rui were very unbearable in their hearts, and they could feel that he had a lot to do with this dead girl.

However, helplessly, from then on, the two people had different paths and never saw each other.

"Steward Zhang. What should we do now? Sima Rui frowned and asked Zhang Tianhao, let him go, as if the two of them are not unable to do it.

But once he really left, every time he thought of this, Sima Rui felt very uncomfortable in his conscience.

The feeling of being tortured by his conscience, Sima Rui didn't like it very much.

"So what does Childe want to do?" Zhang Tianhao asked respectfully, Sima Rui glanced at the dead little girl, and then at the little beggar, and there was sympathy in his eyes.

"If I can, I would like to ask Steward Zhang to take him in, of course, this is my idea, whether to do it or not is up to you to decide, Steward Zhang."

Sima Rui understands very well that it is the other party who is the master of the house, not himself, even if his status is noble, but the other party is the source of his daily life.

At the same time, during the days in Nanqing Stone City, Sima Rui played with a group of bear children every day, and he used to be superior to others. It's almost gone now.

"There is still food left at home, and there is no problem in taking him in." Zhang Tianhao was very relieved when he heard Sima Rui's words.

Compared with other peers, because of his identity, Sima Rui was forced to start precocious because of his identity, of course, this is not a bad thing, but, just like this, the pressure in his heart, and the burden on his body, which made him end his best childhood early.

Now, in the days of fleeing and living in Shicheng, he gradually picked up the things he took the initiative to discard, and regressed, this is not a portrayal of Sima Rui now, return to himself, these four words, Zhang Tianhao feels more appropriate.

"In that case, then it's really nice."

Sima Rui sighed, and then the little beggar woke up, after waking up, he was no longer as crazy and persistent as just now, a gloomy feeling spread and hovered on him, and it could not be dissipated for a long time.

"She's dead, whether you can accept it or not, that's the truth." Sima Rui squatted down and looked at the little beggar with two tear stains on his face and blood stains on his forehead.

The little beggar didn't answer him, just looked at the little girl who had remained that way all along.

"You can follow us if you want." Sima Rui said, and at this time, the little beggar who heard his words emitted a new light in his eyes.

"Is that okay?" The little beggar spoke, his voice very hoarse, as if he had lost his strength from the crying just now.

Praying and looking at Sima Rui and Zhang Tianhao, the little beggar, looking forward to their answers.

"Absolutely." Sima Rui smiled, and after glancing at Zhang Tianhao on the side and nodding to himself, he asked the little beggar: "What's your name?" ”

"I don't know." The little beggar shook his head and said, Sima Rui was puzzled: "I don't know, the new name represents a new life, if you don't mind, I can give you a name." ”

"Hmm." The little beggar nodded excitedly, Sima Rui paused, looked at Zhang Tianhao and asked, "Steward Zhang, if you don't mind, can I use your surname?" ”

"Don't mind." Zhang Tianhao said with a smile.

"Since that's the case, then from today onwards, you will be called Zhang Hua, Zhang Steward Zhang, painting painting."

Sima Rui said that the little beggar was a little excited at the moment, because he finally had a name of his own, but Zhang Tianhao still had a lot of confusion about the name Zhang Hua.

"Why is it called a painting?"

Sima Rui looked at Zhang Tianhao, who asked himself, and smiled with relief: "There is no special meaning, if I have to explain, then I want him to draw his own life, without being tied up in the world, using his own hands as a pen, drawing his own story, his own life." ”

"Hmm." After Zhang Tianhao heard this, he nodded with satisfaction. Looking at the little beggar, that is, Zhang Hua, he asked, "Are you satisfied with this name?" ”

"Satisfied." The little beggar replied, then thought for a moment, and continued: "I don't understand it, but I like the name. ”

"Haha, if you like it, if you like it, if you like it." Zhang Tianhao stroked his beard and smiled happily, and Sima Rui also had a smile on his face.

After Zhang Hua saw the two of them laughing, he also laughed, and the laughter began to act as one of them, so unhappy.

Then, after burying the little girl, the group of three also left here

After returning to his small stall, Zhang Tianhao closed the stall in advance, in order to celebrate today, he endured his teeth, went to the restaurant to buy a pot of wine, and a few dishes, returned to his place of residence, and slightly made something like a table, and the three of them sat in the only open space in the courtyard, and also spent an unusual night.

"I'll give you a drink today." Zhang Tianhao looked at Sima Rui facing the wine glass in front of him, and after being very greedy, he couldn't help laughing.

Drinking at the age of eight is not too young, and they usually become husbands at the age of fourteen, and it is too late to drink at the age of eight.

Sima Rui used to accompany his father to drink wine glasses from time to time when he was in the Chengwang Mansion, and he was not addicted to alcohol, but after slowly getting used to drinking, Sima Rui also had the idea of wanting to drink on weekdays

"Okay." After Sima Rui heard this, he licked his lips a little excitedly, he hadn't drunk for nearly half a year, which made him feel a sense of impatience now, and he was a little anxious.

"Ahem... It's spicy! Sima Rui said with a red face and a thick neck, Zhang Tianhao laughed, and after seeing the painting on the side, he couldn't help but be curious.

"Today is a special day, you can have a drink too." Zhang Tianhao said, and poured another cup for Zhang Hua, but it was said that it was a cup, but it was actually less than half. Zhang Hua's body was too weak, so Zhang Tianhao didn't dare to pour more for him.

Covering the bottom of the wine glass, Zhang Tianhao pushed the wine glass down in front of him, Zhang Hua looked at the wine glass in front of him carefully, very concerned, like an epic arsenic.

took a small sip, and then Zhang Hua blushed and coughed.

"Haha... I knew it. I knew it. Sima Rui smiled on the side without a straight shape, the first time he drank, he was like this, so he also saw what it was like to see others drink for the first time.

However, after seeing Zhang Hua then shaking his head and lying on the table, his smile stopped: "This... Is this drunk? ”