Before lunch that day, the writing desk was moved to the lower flower hall. The table top was new and smooth, and I could see Mrs. Yao's smiling face on it.

But sitting in front of this desk, I didn't write a word all afternoon. I'm always thinking about that kid.

Then I couldn't sit down anymore. I was upset, and the garden was too quiet. I didn't wait for Lao Wen to bring dinner, so I closed the door of the lower flower hall and hurried out.

I walked past the door of the Great Immortal Temple, and when I saw that the door was hidden, I stopped and pushed it, and the door was half open, and there was no one inside. I turned and walked away.

I made a turn to the right at the intersection and walked a street. I saw a bean curd restaurant, stopped, picked a table facing the street, and sat down.

I was eating, and suddenly I heard a noise next door, so I put down my bowl and went outside to look.

Next door is a pot shop, and there are a bunch of people in front of the stall where the pot is placed. I heard rude swearing.

"What's the matter?" I asked a man in a short coat next to me.

"Whoever steals the pot will be beaten," the man replied.

I squeezed into the crowd and got to the pot shop.

A stout man grabbed a man's right arm and struck him on the man's head and back with a rolling stick. The man buried his head, protected himself with his left arm, and uttered ** in his mouth, but refused to say a word.

"Say, 'Where do you live?' What's your name? If you tell the truth, Lao Tzu won't beat you, let you get out! The man who beat the man said threateningly.

The beaten man still did not speak. The clothes were torn, and a large piece fell from the shoulder, which was draped behind the back, revealing a large piece of black flesh on the back. He was none other than a mute in the Great Immortal Temple.

"You say, I'll let you go, you're not dumb, why don't you always speak?" A person next to him said.

The person who was beaten never spoke. His face was swollen, and there were several scars on his back. Blood was coming down his nose, his mouth was red, and there was blood on his left hand.

"You let him go, he can't fight anymore. He was mute...... "I was talking to the man who was beating people, and suddenly I heard a cry of pain, and I turned around to look.

The child of the Yang family ran to the mute with a red face and tears, pushed away the man's hand, and scolded loudly:

"He has not committed a capital crime, so what are you doing to beat him? Look at how you beat him like this! You're only bullying good guys! ”

The crowd looked at the child in amazement. Even the beater put down his hand and remained silent, looking at the child with a blank expression. The beaten man still buried his head, did not look at anyone, and did not speak.

"Let's go," said the child affectionately, and took a handkerchief from his trouser pocket and handed it to him: "You wipe the nosebleed." The child took his right hand, squeezed it tightly, and said, "Let's go." ”

No one interfered with him, no one stood in his way. The child slowly walked to the center of the street with the beaten man. Many eyes follow them. These people seem to be watching a bizarre scene.

The shadows of the two men were gone. There was a lot of talking. Everyone wonders: "This little baby" is the person who "calls Huazi". I learned from their conversation that the mute didn't give money, took a pot and caught someone, which caused this dispute.

"Sir, the rice is cold, please come over and eat, and I'll change the bowl of hot rice for you," said the cousin from the restaurant next door.

"Okay," I promised. I decided to finish my meal and go to the Great Immortal Temple.