Grandpa Shen rubbed his eyes vigorously, he had never seen what a silver ticket looked like in his life, and he shed tears of excitement.

This is the silver ticket for his good grandson!

Xiaobao is really outstanding, God willing, he is worthy of the ancestors of the Shen family!

"Thank you, Miss Shen, for your generosity."

Shen Yanjun thanked him indifferently, put the silver ticket into his arms, and put it all into the space with a flash of thought.

There are a lot of people here, and she took out a silver ticket of two thousand taels, which will definitely be targeted by people with a heart, and the space is the safest.

Asking her grandmother and sister-in-law to wait for her for a while, Shen Yanjun walked out of the restaurant quickly and walked towards a few beggars in the opposite alley.

The little beggar squatting in the corner attracted Shen Yanjun's attention, his thin figure was dressed in tatters, and his bare feet were even more red and purple from the cold.

It was winter, and the cold wind invaded the muscles.

"Ding Dong Dong"

Shen Yanjun threw more than a dozen copper plates at the broken bowl in front of the little beggar, and was awakened by the sound, and he moved his cold body.

To Shen Yanjun's surprise, the little beggar had a pair of light blue eyes, pursed her pale red and small lips, and looked up at her fearlessly.

"Thank you, brother..."

The little boy with a dirty face nodded at Shen Yanjun and thanked him, and hugged his broken bowl tightly with a pair of small hands.

The other beggars stared at the lonely and weak boy.

Shen Yanjun sniffed out a hint of something wrong, the little beggar was afraid that he wouldn't be able to keep the dozen or so copper plates, looking at his thin appearance, he looked like he had been bullied all year round.

The little boy's eyelashes were lowered and slightly curled, blocking the extremely good-looking blue eyes, and his black hair was messy to cover half of his small face with clear eyebrows.

Shen Yanjun felt that his clear and fearless gaze just now was a little interesting.

With her plump and rosy lips slightly hooked, she turned and walked away, stopping around the corner where the beggars couldn't see, and staying in the dark to observe.

As soon as she left, the adult beggars looked at each other a few times, seemed to agree in agreement, and rushed towards the little boy pupae.

"Hand over the copper plate!"

Beggars are competitors among themselves, and they prefer to bully the weak, stealing money and food, and often beating their heads to the point of bleeding.

Shen Yanjun's palms tightened slightly, her eyes were dark, and the little beggar reminded her of a younger brother who had been rescued in the zombie group in the last days...

"Woo-" like the cry of a young beast.

"Ah, he bites!"

The beggars besieging the little boy were in a commotion, screaming one after another, but the little figure in the middle stood stubbornly, allowing others to beat them, and the two sharp little tiger teeth bit when they caught someone.

The battle was fierce, and the little beggar was invincible, and he was faintly at a disadvantage.

Shen Yanjun couldn't stand it anymore, went out and kicked away the male beggar who was bullying the weak, and walked in front of the little boy step by step.

The tattered clothes on his body were stained with blood, his light blue eyes were cold and demonic, and his hands were guarding his tattered bowl, and not a copper plate was snatched away.

"You're great, want to follow me?"

Shen Yanjun is not a soft-hearted person, but he appreciates the little boy's stubbornness and not afraid of death, and he will definitely make a difference in the future.

The boy's light blue eyes moved to the boy's face, he held a copper plate that still had residual warmth, his pale pink mouth opened slightly, and his voice was green:

"Yes."

"Come with me."

Shen Yanjun paused for a moment, his eyes swept over the few beggars who were kicked to the ground by her, Danfeng's eyes raised slightly, "It's very capable of bullying the weak?" ”

Touching their numb waist and legs, the beggars trembled:

"Childe, we were wrong! You can't bully the weak! ”

If it weren't for the compulsion of life, they wouldn't want to rob a little kid's copper plate, but after half a day they didn't wait for a copper plate to give alms, they would also be hungry, so they moved their minds.