"The head is still there!"

Sitting in the carriage, as soon as his hand touched the warm neck, Chen Moran couldn't help but secretly call it a fluke.

At that time, when Lord Liu took the case, Chen Moran was so frightened that he almost didn't kneel down and begged for mercy, he came to this time and space inexplicably, he didn't want to live a rich and noble life, and the head on his neck was cut off, and at that time he was afraid that he would be more wronged than Dou E.

"Good! It's a hard knife! ”

Fortunately, the laughter after that sentence made Chen Moran, who was almost soulless and frightened, return to three souls and two souls.

In the next hour, he dared to speak as much as before, but he followed Liu Nengxian's words, racking his brains and slamming his uncle's ass to save his eight and a half pounds of head.

When it was time to eat later, Sun Jingnan and Liu Nengxian kept themselves there to eat, and Chen Moran, who was frightened and uncomfortable, dared to stay, found an excuse in the factory, and almost left Sun's mansion as if he had escaped.

Although there was a stove in the carriage, Chen Moran, who was soaked in cold sweat, still felt a little cold, and even had some palpitations when he reached out to warm his hands on the stove.

Those officials in this era all have the power of life and death, killing people, like crushing an ant to death, if they are not careful that day, they will really offend them, and they don't know how to die when they die.

"Dog, next time I see those officials, how far away is Lao Tzu hiding!"

Thinking of this, Chen Moran secretly swore on his lips that Sun Fu's encounter this time was really thrilling, and whether he was so lucky next time, I am afraid that only God will know.

Staying away from officialdom is Chen Moran's decision for himself when he first came to this world, and the sinister of being in officialdom is far beyond what later generations can compare, Chen Moran, who has been in officialdom for several years in later generations, is because he is not suitable for that kind of life, and he was ostracized by others and finally had to resign, and in this era of official authority, once he is in it, I am afraid that when the time comes, let alone resign, I am afraid that his head may also be cut off in a daze.

The official authority is like a mountain!

Chen Moran, who was reminded by the cold sweat behind his back, must remember his decision to stay away from officialdom.

"Hey!"

Heaven is also difficult, Chen Moran couldn't help but sigh.

"Fucking hell, fuck it! When the revolution comes, as long as you have money, you will be the master of Shanghai! ”

Chen Moran, who was scared, couldn't help but fantasize about the good words of those rich men on the beach in the TV show, that is the life he wants, with luxurious food and beautiful women......

Thinking of the beauty like a cloud, seeing the wonderful person in the study of the Sun Mansion, I couldn't help but think of Chen Moran, with that Xiaoni's appearance, if it is left in the future generations, it will also be a great beauty that is amazing.

"Huh! Miss Sun's appearance is good! ”

The color heart swelled in his heart, but he also faded away the previous uneasiness, if Chen Moran, who was smiling at the corner of his mouth, took a look at the mirror at this time, he would be four words, with a "silver smile" on his face.

When Chen Moran was roasting the stove in the carriage, reminiscing about Miss Sun with a silver smile on his face, snow fell outside the car, and the carriage was clattering forward on the snow road, carrying the whip Man Shun, wrapped the cotton jacket on his body, and raised the whip, and the speed of the carriage was a little faster.

In the wind and snow, passers-by hurried by, and there was only one and a half teenagers standing alone there on the side of the road, the snow hitting his shoulders, and a thin layer of snow falling on his black torn jacket.

"Whew!"

Lin Yuqing, whose lips were blue, rubbed his frozen and swollen hands, and blew hot air into his palms, whenever someone passed by, he would take a look, and every time those people wearing Western clothes and pillars of civilization walked by, he would show a trace of disappointment on his face when he saw the person's sharp movements.

It's been three days.

After burying his father, Lin Yuqing came here again, standing in the place where he sold his body and burying the axe, waiting for the appearance of the kind-hearted old man, which was three days.

When the grace of dripping water is reciprocated, Lin Yuqing did not dare to forget the teaching of his father when he was alive, that is, the old man who was not very neat at the beginning gave him money, so he bought himself, and he had to fulfill his promise.

“…… Sir, it's good ......."

"Mrs. ......"

Not far from Lin Yuqing stood a few eleven or twelve-year-old little beggars, these little beggars from time to time with bowls to beg passers-by, often blinded, cold wind, these few little beggars with purple faces shivered up and down from time to time, but such a look, but it is difficult to exchange for a little sympathy from others.

The little beggar with a stick and a bowl looked at the darkening sky and walked towards Lin Yuqing, who was standing not far away.

"Brother Qing, it's not early today, let's go back early! Come back tomorrow! ”

Lin Yuqing shook his head.

"Little Liu, let's wait a little longer!"

Looking at Xiao Liu's frozen red and swollen face, Lin Yuqing's heart softened.

"Little Liu, you can go back! On this snowy day, there are few people on the street, or there is something, there is still some rice at home, go back and cook some rice soup to drink, and slow down. ”

The little beggars in front of him were met by Lin Yuqing near the shack after wandering to Shanghai with his father, and when his father was seriously ill, these little beggars also gave themselves some miscellaneous rice soup, although they also couldn't eat enough.

Later, when my father died, I met the kind old man who gave him some money, bought a coffin and buried his father, Lin Yuqing took the rest of the money to buy some rice, and found the little six and several of them back to the "home", the shack that my father built when he was alive became the home of Lin Yuqing and Xiao Liu, seven of them who had the same disease and no mother, and Lin Yuqing, the eldest, became the parent.

"Brother ......"

Looking at Brother Qing, who insisted on waiting, Xiao Liu hesitated and opened his mouth.

"Those rich masters, who were kind for a while at that time, may have forgotten it long ago, even if you find him, he doesn't necessarily want you, Brother Qing, let's go home!"

Home, although it is just a small shack, in Xiaoliu's opinion, that is his own home, and the Qing Ge in front of him is his own family, eldest brother, Qing Ge's father is gone, he touched a good Samaritan, and he gave up a few dollars for a while, but Qing Ge admitted to death, and recognized that the person who gave the money was his master, and he waited here for three days, and he didn't wait for the shadow of the good Samaritan, maybe people had forgotten about it.

"Six, when my father was alive, he often said that a man's words, nail down, nail down, can't get up, and keep his word, when people bought me, I had to go to make cattle and horses for others!"

Lin Yuqing shook his head and muttered, this kindness is not over in this life, that is, he hung up the sign of selling himself to bury his father, and he should have believed in his words.

The snow is still falling, and Lin Yuqing is still standing on the side of the road, watching the passers-by.

The snow fell on his shoulders, and the black cotton jacket hung white, Lin Yuqing walked back and forth to warm his body, and sometimes looked at the road.

"That's ......"

A horse-drawn carriage drove up in the distance.