At present, it is impossible to let Feng Xianchuan return this drawer of buns.

After all, he had already bought some steamed buns, and if he returned them, in his opinion, it would be tantamount to self-destruction and majesty.

If he was to be eaten, it would never be possible. The six buns just now were already so delicious that he wanted to vomit.

I'm afraid that for a long time, let alone seeing meat buns, even smelling the smell of buns, Feng Xianchuan is afraid that he will also be sick to his stomach.

It's even more impossible to throw it away, so He Mian'er is eyeing him on the side, so he sent him to recite the poem "Who knows that Chinese food on the plate, every grain is hard".

Feng Xianchuan was quite a headache for a while, staring at the bun with big eyes and small eyes, and he didn't know what to do.

Seeing this, He Mian'er had to remind him: "If you find some beggars somewhere, just give them to them." ”

Feng Xianchuan suddenly realized, and immediately felt a little proud, and said: "In the past, the ancients spent a lot of money, but today, I am happy to give meat buns." ”

A few people got out of the car, and Nafeng Xianchuan carried a drawer of meat buns, shuttling back and forth in the crowd. I didn't care about everyone's surprised gaze at all.

This is a very lively shopping street, and it is inevitable that there will be people begging.

Feng Xianchuan really found a beggar curled up in a corner covered in tattered clothes and unkempt. At that moment, he walked straight over and shouted, "Hey, old man, these meat buns are all for you." ”

The old beggar thanked him again and again, took Feng Xianchuan's buns, but put them aside and did not eat.

This aroused Feng Xianchuan's curiosity, and he asked a little strangely, "Why don't you eat it?" This meat bun is fragrant, and the young master has only eaten six. ”

probably mentioned the buns again, and Feng Xianchuan was a little sick to his stomach for a while.

Seeing this, the old beggar hurriedly explained, "Thank you for all the kindness, it's just that a few children in this alley are homeless. ”

He Mian'er understood that the old man wanted to leave the meat buns for the children to eat.

"It's okay, you eat first, and if it's not enough, I'll buy it for you." Feng Xianchuan was probably touched in his heart, and he was committed to the Tao at the moment.

After all, not to mention a drawer of buns, even a hundred, he can afford it.

The old beggar insisted on refusing to eat a bite of the bun, and it seemed that all of it was going to be left for the children.

"Old man, you eat first, the buns will be cold after a while, and they won't taste good." Feng Xianchuan is still trying to persuade him.

"The child is naughty, I don't know when I will come back."

Speaking of which, those children came out of nowhere.

Seeing the fragrant and white meat buns, they grabbed the buns one by one and devoured them.

It's as if someone is urging you to catch up. is only a five-year-old boy, probably because he is small and moves slowly, and he doesn't even grab a bun.

At the moment, there were tears in his eyes, but he didn't say a word, he just stared at others eating deliciously, and he looked extremely backbone.

When He Mian'er saw many children, she remembered Shuoye in Beijing for a while, and a motherly heart swelled, and it was inevitable that she looked at the children in front of her, and they were much kinder.

Seeing that the little boy didn't eat the buns, he took a pine nut candy from himself at the moment, squatted down and coaxed: "This pine nut candy is good for you." ”

Ever since she gave birth to Shuoye, she has been wearing sugar all year round.

The little boy fed the candy to his mouth, and only stared at He Mian'er in a daze. terminal

He Mian'er saw that his face was dirty, like a little cat, and he was inevitably a little sad in his heart.

Such a young child, when ordinary people are under Cheng Huan's knees, he was abandoned by others, wandering alone, and he couldn't even grab a bun from others, no wonder his body was as thin as a soybean sprout.

At that moment, he took out a handkerchief and wiped his face for him. The dirty things on his face were wiped off, and the child revealed his original white and tender face.

The more He Mian'er looked at this child, the more familiar she felt. She hugged the child tightly at the moment, and coaxed: "Good boy." ”

As soon as the words fell, the little boy was heard shouting vaguely: "Eminem." ”

As soon as these words came out, He Mian'er was shocked. She stared at the boy in disbelief.

Tentatively asked, "Are you, now?" ”

As soon as these words came out, the child, who had always been a little detached, was crying, as if he had hit some pain point for him.

The old beggar next to him hurriedly came over and hugged Xiao'er and coaxed him.

He Mian'er stood up straight and asked the old beggar, "May I ask the old man, how long has this child been here begging for food?" ”

The old beggar recalled it in a blink of an eye, and replied: "It's been half a year, but I don't remember it clearly, I'm old, and I use it in my head." ”

Speaking of this, the old beggar knelt down all of a sudden, and said to He Mian'er: "This lady, I think this little boy is very fateful to you, why don't you adopt him?" ”

After that, he kowtowed to He Mian'er again and again, and said while kowtowing: "This child is very well-behaved, and his body is very good, you don't have to worry about it, just treat it as a good deed." Just give him something to eat. ”

He Mian'er hurriedly helped him up and said, "Old man, if you don't say it today, we will all find a way." ”

The old beggar listened to He Mian'er's meaning, and seemed to stop if he took this little child away.

Wu never forgot to say: "You have good deeds in old age, and the old beggar will be a cow and a horse for you in the next life to repay your kindness." ”

"Feng Gongzi, please go and rent a yard nearby today to house this old man and these children." He Mian'er said.

Although Feng Xianchuan has always been lazy, he didn't say a word of excuse at the moment, nodded his head, and set off on his own.

"Yun Qing, what do you think of this child?" He Mian'er picked up the little boy and said to Xu Yunqing.

Xu Yunqing glanced at He Mian'er who was weak in his arms, he was a thin child with a lot of bones, and said: "If you have a heart, I will accept him as a righteous son, and raise him with Shuoye in the future." ”

He Mian'er shook her head, and then pointed to the child's eyebrows and said, "Look, who does this child look like?" ”

Xu Yunqing carefully looked at Xiao'er's appearance, then frowned, shook his head and said, "Impossible." ”

He Mian'er put down Xiao'er, took him by his hand, and said:

"Fang Cai, what he said is the official accent of Beijing, just ask, this land of Longyan in Fujian, thousands of miles away from Beijing, how can there be a five-year-old child with such similar eyebrows and can speak the official dialect of Beijing?"

Seeing this, Xu Yunqing squatted down and said to the child: "Two years ago, I led the troops to escort your mother and you from Beijing to this place, my name is Xu Yunqing, do you remember?" ”

Xu Yunqing's words are serious.

As soon as these words came out, the little child's eyes widened, and he tried to recall something, and suddenly he howled again, and pointed at Xu Yunqing while crying..... Malaysia ....."

This is just a few words, but it made Xu Yunqing's heart sink.

"Isn't it?" He Mian'er was especially asking.