The long street listens to the wind, the rain is pouring down, and Nanqiang is holding an oil-paper umbrella.

The green bricks of the streets are moist and covered with moss, the lanterns on both sides reflect a faint light, and the weeping willows drip into the lake with the wind.

Nanqiang raised his head and saw a childish child holding the sugar gourd he had just bought, smiling at the tattered child next to him, his eyes full of showing off.

Nanqiang exhaled, rubbed the green silk on the top of his head, strode forward, and easily snatched the sugar gourd in the child's hand and stuffed one into his mouth.

The child's eyes were like copper bells, and the child's expression that was showing off just now suddenly became angry, a pair of small hands clenched into fists, looking at Nanqiang so tall with his head held high, and flattened his mouth.

In less than half a cup of tea, the child's eyes were full of bean-sized tears, and his mouth was cocked, but he didn't dare to squeak.

Nanqiang ate a childish sugar gourd, lowered his head and sent the sugar gourd back.

"Sweet."

The childish child finally couldn't hold back, holding a sugar gourd in his hand, opening his mouth wide, wiping his tears with one hand, and crying.

"Isn't it just a string of sugar gourds, and a dignified man can still cry."

The sugar gourd vendor not far away, looking at the old man of Nanqiang and a child snatching food, was disdainful, but his eyes looked around, peeking at him from time to time, and he didn't dare to meddle in things.

Nanqiang took out a copper coin from his waist and walked to the sugar gourd vendor: "Three strings." ”

Nanqiang handed it to the two children, but the two children looked at each other and didn't dare to take it.

Nanqiang stuffed it directly into the mouth of a little boy: "Isn't it just a string of sugar gourds." ”

The child on the side stopped crying, and looked at Nanqiang like a man-eating monster, and sobbed and cried again with his flat mouth.

The child looked at the two children with resentment, and the older child handed the sugar gourd in his hand to the child.

"I bought it for you, why did I give him this crying bag." Nanqiang was like a child angry, frowning and taking the sugar gourd back.

The child snorted coldly, in the tone of a child king: "The two brothers rely on me to eat the bran rice to survive, my mother said, I am the master, they are the slaves, not to mention the sugar gourd, even if I want them to be cattle and horses, it should be." ”

Nanqiang raised his eyelids, pretending to be angry, and the childish man held his mouth again.

An adult, three children, sat on a stool at the bottom of a teahouse.

Nanqiang spit out the boy in the sugar gourd fruit, and the sour Nanqiang in the sugar gourd fruit chewed it carefully.

Nanqiang looked at the two children in shabby clothes, their clothes were shabby, but their faces were clean and comfortable.

Nanqiang grabbed the child's collar, lifted the child's mid-air, and put it on the stool.

"They're your house slaves?"

Nan Qiang said this casually, and the two children on the side lowered their heads, and the sugar gourd in their hands did not dare to move.

The childish man panicked and moved his buttocks away: "My dad is a very powerful character, if you dare to hit me, I will definitely let my dad fight back for me!" The childish looked at the two children who were shrinking their heads on one side, and said fiercely: "If I'm not happy, don't think about them either." ”

Nanqiang stretched out his hand and patted the child's little head, and the child's bulging little face was annoyed and timid.

"What kind of ability is it to find your father to take revenge, a manly man, if you have revenge, you have to avenge yourself."

The childish looked at Nanqiang and turned his face: "I can't beat you again." ”

Nanqiang stretched out his hand and directly ravaged the child's chubby face, rubbing it red.

"It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, and when you're as old as me, I'll be old. Are you still afraid that you won't be able to beat me then? ”

The childish child pondered for a moment and nodded, Nanqiang turned his head to see the two children standing there, their worn-out shoes had long been soaked by the water stains on the blue brick slabs.

Nanqiang looked at the sugar gourd that had been holding for a long time: "Your little master said that he could eat it." ”

The two children stared at the child, the child's brows frowned, and he was indignant for a moment: "Eat, eat, anyway, I will have a lot of delicious food in the future, but you don't." ”

The eyes of the two children were dark, and the sugar gourd ate one bite at a time, and even the boy in the sugar gourd fruit ate it, and they never said anything.

Nanqiang looked at the people hurrying by on the street with oil-paper umbrellas, and the oil-paper umbrellas on the side were dripping with water stains.

"I'm going home." The childish voice was weak, looking at Nanqiang.

Nanqiang didn't hear it, and reached out to touch the child's smooth face.

"They're your house slaves?"

The child glanced at the two children, and suddenly said seriously: "I heard Daddy and Auntie say that they are here to join our relatives, and we will give them some chaff rice to survive." ”

The eyes of the two children on the side were rosy, and the childish child continued: "I also overheard, Daddy and Auntie said that their father and mother died on the way here. Since they are relatives, they should not be considered slaves. But they eat my bran and live in my house, and my aunt said that they should serve me as a cow and a horse, and they are all serving people, and they are no different from slaves. ”

The child was serious, and when he said these words, Nanqiang listened to it for a while, leaned on the stone bench with one hand, and leaned back slightly.

"Relatives are relatives, serving you is to repay you for eating your chaff, and the slave is to sign a deed of sale and hand it over to the government to record in the case book." Nanqiang shook his feet.

The child's brows furrowed, and he was not angry: "Nonsense! They are my minions, all my life. ”

"It doesn't matter if you say these things, and it doesn't count if your father and aunt say it. If they are wronged and do not live in your house, they are not considered fugitives, and they do not have to eat in prison. Nanqiang retorted, comparing the truth with the child.

The childish face was flushed, and a pair of small hands were clenched.

"Without our family, they would have starved to death on the streets,"

The two boys Mougins raised their heads, their hands trembling slightly, and then they hung their hands in frustration and lowered their heads, so that people could not see his two expressions clearly.

Nanqiang stood up straight: "What do you little boy know, everything in the world changes." Maybe in the future, his brothers will soar and reach the nobles you cling. Hengzhu, your family is not short of a mouthful of food, don't learn everything from your father and aunt's affection. ”

Nan Qiang preached to a few children, and his heart was hearty, just like Mr. Yan reprimanded her before.

At this time, she felt that she was a sober person in the world, and she could look down on all living beings.

On the side, the older boy's almond eyes were clear and full of tears, and before leaving, the boy pulled Nanqiang's clothes, and was afraid of soiling Nanqiang's clothes, so he hurriedly withdrew his hand.

"Childe, are you telling the truth?"

Nanqiang thought about it, and didn't know which sentence he was referring to, and in a moment Nanqiang groped out a few taels of silver from his waist.

"I never cheat on children. If you hide this silver, when the mountains and rivers are exhausted, there will inevitably be willows and flowers. ”

The little boy couldn't understand what Nanqiang said, and Nanqiang coughed dryly: "Hmm...... It's just to live well, and there is a way out if you live. ”

The little boy bowed deeply to Nanqiang, a salute he had seen his father talking to people before.

The child turned around and said dissatisfiedly: "Don't leave yet!" When I saw Nanqiang, I was a little cowardly.

The little boy followed, still hanging his head.

Huai Qing held an oil-paper umbrella and walked slowly, under the dim lights, Huai Qingxin had a long figure and a handsome face, just like a male fairy official.

"It's boring, and I'm preaching to a few children."

As soon as Nanqiang heard Huaiqing speak, he rolled his eyes.