There was a ragged child on the street.

He ran all the way, and there was only one shoe on his foot, and I don't know if he forgot to wear it when he came out, or accidentally lost it.

Wow Wow cried, he called Daddy as he searched the crowd.

"Daddy......"

"Where are you, Daddy......"

He cried so much that his voice was hoarse.

But after a while, his father still didn't show up.

Meng Yuanji frowned, and heard a whisper from the crowd: "It's pitiful, such a young child, my mother is sick, and my father has run away again, how can I get better in the future." ”

Several women, head to head, came together and began to talk in low voices.

The child was running and running on one foot, and suddenly one of them stumbled and fell to the ground. He cried even harder, but the people around him just looked at him, and no one reached out.

The child, who already looked dirty and messy, had snot and tears on his face.

When the shopkeeper saw him, he immediately showed disgust, and recited the phrase "bad luck", as if looking at him more than twice would cause bad luck, and quickly looked away.

The children on the ground are still calling "Daddy", and their tears are pouring down.

Ah Yan, who stayed in the aroma of steamed buns, glanced at him.

Noisy monkeys.

It muttered in disgust, completely forgetting that when it was noisy, it was much worse than that.

Sitting on the side of the road, the child gradually cried and couldn't breathe.

Meng Yuanji took out a handkerchief and wanted to walk towards him, but his feet were raised, and his shoulders were held down by the man behind the bun stall.

"This son, it's better not to go near him."

"Why?" Meng Yuanji looked around suspiciously.

The man said, "That family is notoriously unlucky, and it won't be good if you get lucky." ”

There was not a hint of joking in his tone.

But when Meng Yuanji heard his words, he couldn't help but laugh out loud: "How do you believe this?" ”

"A person's fortune, good or bad, is something that cannot be said. No matter how unlucky a person is, it is impossible to pass on bad luck to others. He leaned to the side, avoiding the man's hand.

A trace of embarrassment flashed on the shopkeeper's square face, and the embarrassment was faintly mixed with a slight displeasure: "If you don't believe it, forget it." ”

"I'm kind anyway." As he spoke, he withdrew his hand and stopped looking at the street.

In the noise, Meng Yuanji turned around and walked towards the street.

The steamed buns still smell fragrant.

The sound of the child crying and asking for his father, along with the aroma, was blown away by the wind.

It wasn't until Fumanlou that the aroma gradually faded.

In the restaurant, the dishes that have just been served seem to have a more fragrant taste.

Although the name of the restaurant is unbearable, the food and drinks in Fumanlou have always been excellent.

In the private room on the second floor, there was a little boy who looked like thirteen or fourteen, who was burying his head in hardship. He doesn't drink tea, he doesn't drink, he doesn't eat, he just eats one dish after another.

The fresh fish, disemboweled and disemboweled, without even a little fishy smell, opened with a knife, each slice is as thin as a cicada's wings, transparent and shiny.

This cook's knife work is really good.

But the dipping sauce with the fish is just the most common autumn oil.

Another teenager in the private room only tasted one bite and put down his chopsticks.

He sat by the window, looking like he had no appetite.

The person who was immersed in eating vegetables finally raised his head: "Tan Zhen, why don't you want to eat again?" ”

The young man named Tan Zhen glanced at him when he heard the words: "I'm not you, at this time, I still only have food in my heart." ”

On the dinner table, there were two pieces of paper.

Tan Zhen withdrew his gaze, fell back on the paper, and muttered, "Ah Xing's letter, don't you really read it?" ”

The person on the other side of the square table was chewing, his cheeks bulging and deflated.

He also has a childlike fat body on his face, and he looks very innocent and cute.

Tan Zhen sighed and reached out to grab the letter.

On the back of his right hand, there is a small black pattern, which looks like a tattoo and a birthmark. Sunlight shone in through the window and fell on its eight legs, making it look like a living thing.

Tan Zhen shook the letter in his hand: "He Er also wrote a poem at the back, and it was written very unusually. ”

"Poetry?" Lantern Xiao swallowed the food in his mouth and laughed, "The poems he wrote can also be called poems?"

Tan Zhen handed the letter to him: "Don't say this in front of him. ”

Lantern Xiao held chopsticks in one hand and took the letter paper in the other: "If this letter wasn't written by Ah Xing, it really looks like a joke." ”

That Xue Luo, who is always cold-faced, is even scared?

Lantern Xiao recalled Xue Luo's appearance, shook his head and said, "The guy who can make Xiao Qi scared, how terrifying is he?" ”

Tan Zhen leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

There are seven of them, in terms of fearlessness, how can Xue Luo be in the top three.

Ordinary little things would never make her so afraid.

Turning, he opened his eyes and looked out the window. The blue sky of Jiangcheng, even after four years of watching, is still amazingly blue.

He whispered, "However, the gods, the monsters, and the demon slayer...... Why did they appear together? ”

After eating the last dish of Lantern Festival, he stood up: "No matter what the reason is, since my brother asked Ah Xing to write a letter to us to go back, it means that the matter is very important." ”

He stretched and rubbed his stomach: "After eating for a long time, I'm still so hungry, Tan Zhen." ”

He hadn't had enough to eat for as long as he could remember.

Sprinkled with coquettishness, Lantern Xiao crossed the dining table and approached Tanzhen.

Since they came to Jiangcheng four years ago, they have never left. He originally thought that he would soon get tired of this kind of small town, but he didn't expect that this stay would be a full four years.

Now that it's time to leave, he's still a little reluctant.

"Tan Zhen, when are we leaving? Can you stay longer? Lantern Xiao leaned in front of the window and took a deep breath.

Tan Zhen also stood up and asked him, "You don't want to go back?" ”

Lantern Xiao half-squinted her eyes and looked drowsy: "It's not that I don't want to go back...... After all, my brother spoke, and even if I didn't want to, I had to go back, didn't I? It's just that Jiangcheng is really a good place. ”

He turned his face sideways, looking very distressed: "And those big pigs I raised, what should I do?" ”

Tan Zhen leaned on his back, looked out, and said absentmindedly: "If you want to eat sooner or later, just eat it all." ”

He looked into the distance and suddenly said, "Lantern Festival!" ”

Lantern Xiao was startled, and her eyes widened: "What's wrong?" ”

Tan Zhen stretched out his hand and motioned for him to look in the direction of his finger: "Look carefully, what is that?" ”

Lantern Xiao glanced at it twice and didn't understand: "What's wrong there?" ”

"Can't you see?" Tan Zhen's tone was a little strange, "It's right there." ”

Lantern Xiao wrinkled his face, and half of his body hung out of the window: "What's ...... strange" After a pause, he tensed his body suddenly.

In the distance, he saw a bright blue.