When Mo Shuangyun woke up from the ruined temple, looking at the position of the sun, it was estimated that it was almost noon.

Sure enough, he who hadn't eaten was completely physically unable to support him, and Mo Shuangyun wanted to stand up first, but his limbs seemed to resist him together.

"Days like this are very similar to when I was a child." At such times, Ink Frost Yun can also think of some things to make his mood not as bad as his body.

He is different from Morong, he was born without knowing who his parents were, when he had a memory, he was already crowded with other children of the same age, living in a dilapidated house on the outskirts of the city, the roof was broken, and it would leak when it rained, only those children who were born strong could grab a clean position, and they were thin children, so they could only curl up as much as possible to prevent the cold rain from hitting their bodies. Even if it was a dilapidated house, there was a fairly intact house inside, but that house was inhabited by the man who raised them.

At that time, Mo Shuangyun, he had not yet received this name, only a nickname such as "Little Bamboo" for people to recognize him, he thought, the relationship between these children and the tiger master, the man who "raised" them, could not be described by such a simple word. In the eyes of the tiger master, they may just be his tools to make money, otherwise how could there be parents who let such a small group of children starve and freeze?

And his way of making money is to teach these children who are not yet ten years old to steal, most of the people in Wu City are people with a little money, and the tiger master only needs to pay a little food to maintain the lives of these children in Mo Shuangyun, and he can wrap the money bags they stole around his round waist.

This kind of stealing money is actually a very dangerous job for them, because although the people who come and go in Wucheng are rich, many of them are people who know martial arts, and there is no lack of kind-hearted chivalrous people, but most of them are reckless men who will teach a lesson if they catch the thief, and the tiger master often has children who are beaten to half death and come back, of course, the tiger master does not have such a great kindness as the doctor, if you are unlucky and fall into such a situation, it is basically a dead end.

There are also some children in distress in good families, who insist on not stealing, and were broken by the tiger master and asked them to beg on the side of the road.

But Mo Shuangyun will not encounter this kind of problem when he comes out, he is very smart, his hands and feet are very flexible, and he is also very good at talking, and he is caught stealing money, but his reaction is very fast, and he will start crying immediately, he will never pick those very vicious people, so the person who is stolen will feel that he is very pitiful, and then forgive him, and even take the initiative to give him money.

Once she stole an old woman who looked kind, but her mother-in-law's family was so good that she immediately caught him.

That was the first time he knew that his appearance could also be used as a weapon, the old woman saw his face, wiped the stains off with a white soft silk handkerchief, took him to eat something delicious, and bought him new clothes, although the old woman misunderstood his gender, probably regarded him as a girl, and the feeling of long-term practice made Mo Shuangyun not break this, at least he could wear clean clothes, which could make him happy for a while.

The old woman had been holding his hand, and that was the first time someone had held his hand instead of hitting him with their hands, and that was the first time he felt guilty in his heart.

"Do you want to come with me? I also have a grandson your age, can you be his playmate? ”

Hearing this, Mo Shuangyun fled, and he quickly shook off the old woman's hand and fled back to the dilapidated residence.

The days that followed were still repeated between stealing and starving and freezing, and the occasional memory was just a small episode in a long life.

Recently, there seems to be some big man in Wucheng, and there are suddenly a lot of martial artists in the city, and several children who are with him in his memory have died, but the tiger master can always bring new children to replenish, and the small broken house is always crowded with a group of children.

Mo Shuangyun gradually became the eldest child in it, although this was not obvious from the outside, but he was indeed the oldest person in it.

He also learned not to hand over all the stolen money to the tiger master, he would secretly keep some of it himself, and when he really couldn't eat enough, he would buy a baked cake and eat it secretly, and he must wipe his mouth clean by the well before he could go back.

The food given by the tiger master is simply not enough to support the needs of a child who is growing up, and he understands in his heart that because of the long-term lack of diet, his physical condition can be described as very bad, and he must leave enough back for himself, he ...... I don't want to be a thief for the rest of my life.

When he had saved enough money, Mo Shuangyun thought that he could leave Wucheng and learn a trade that could support him, and then marry a wife and have children, and live this life in peace and joy.

However, it backfired.

The money jar he had specially hidden in the ground was discovered.

It's stupid. Mo Shuangyun thought, if you find the money, you will collect it yourself, why do you tell the tiger master like an invitation? He looked coldly at the child who felt that he had made a "meritorious service", a person like this was destined to never leave this ghost place for the rest of his life.

Hu Ye glanced coldly at the other children who were kneeling on the ground, but he stayed on him for a long time, he was still wearing the clothes that the old woman had bought for him, showing a harmless smile to Hu Ye, he was already very skillful in using the advantages that his appearance brought him.

Mo Shuangyun walked on the street, observing everyone who passed by, he couldn't wait any longer, just do a big ticket today, get enough money, and then secretly hide in the truck transporting timber and leave Wucheng, and it will be his own life in the future.

That man!

Ink Frost Yun locked onto the target, the man wearing the hat, although there were no bells and whistles, but just the kind of black clothes that shone in the sun with a different luster can know that this man is definitely not an ordinary family, his money bag may not contain silver taels, but may be gold.

Ink Shuangyun walked into the crowd, looking no different from ordinary passers-by, but in fact, his eyes always fell on the man in ink.

As usual, with just one hand, he quickly ripped off his money bag, and then ducked down into the crowd.

Caught!

As long as......

"Oh? Little girl, do you have something to do? ”

The man, I don't know when, spotted him, squinting and smiling.

Records of the Bamboo Pavilion

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