"Squeak!"

The slightly dilapidated door let out a scream, followed by a gust of cold wind, and poured into the little beggar's neck. He stared at a pair of eyes as the dilapidated temple door was slowly opened by the wind.

It was dark in the ruined temple, but fortunately there was snow and light, and I could barely make out the decorations inside. It's just an offering table, a bodhisattva, and some messy things. The little beggar thought that there would be no incense to worship in this dilapidated temple, but his dexterous nose smelled the fragrance of melons and fruits.

The little beggar rubbed his hands, wrapped his torn jacket tightly, carefully buried it in the ruined temple, and then followed the fruity smell to find it. In one corner, he saw a melon and two pears. This melon is said to be a tribute thing, and only the old men and ladies of the Hu family can eat it.

When the weather was still warm, he slept under the wall of the Hu family's courtyard for a few days, and when he was lucky, he was able to pick up the half-pulled melon thrown by the Hu family, as well as some food on the side. Later, the lady of the Hu family died, and the Hu family seemed to have something else, and the people who worked were not bound by the master, and they became more and more lazy.

Looking at the melon in front of him, the little beggar swallowed two mouthfuls of saliva. The melons and pears must have been dragged here by rats from the center of the table. There are still two rows of thin rat marks left on the pear, probably because of winter, the little mouse did not bite deeply, and gave up after gnawing two rows of teeth. It was precisely because the rats couldn't gnaw that he had good luck tonight.

I wiped the melon with my sleeve and stuffed it into my arms against the flesh. The two pears were also rubbed, and they immediately went down to their stomachs.

Before finding this ruined temple, the little beggar had been hungry for two days, and when he smelled the aroma of melons and fruits, he naturally felt even hungrier, so the two pears were swallowed almost in three or two bites. The little two pears are naturally not hungry, but thinking that tomorrow after the heavy snowfall, it will be more difficult to find food, and the little beggar endured a few endurances, and then he couldn't help but not take out the melon. He touched his still shriveled belly, lowered his head and carefully inspected the ruined temple. There were piles of hay in the corner, and some firewood. There is a dirty cloth on the offering table, and if it is pulled down, it can barely cover some of the wind and cold. By the way, the Bodhisattva still has some clothes on him, although they are in the style of a woman, but they are warmer than the rags he wears.

Thinking of this, the little beggar first started to carry the hay under the offering table and carefully spread it. Then he used the flint and steel he had picked up to light the dry wood, and then he took advantage of the light of the fire and climbed to the offering table to strip the Bodhisattva's clothes.

It is said that ghosts and gods are worshiped by rich people, and that is because most rich people are rich and unkind, and if they do not worship ghosts and gods, their hearts will always be empty. It's not that a little beggar like him doesn't sacrifice to ghosts and gods, but he knows that it's useless to worship. In these years, who can please bless him and not make offerings, he can't even support himself, what can he use to support the Bodhisattva. Therefore, no matter how sincere his heart is, this high Bodhisattva will not look at him with straight eyes, let alone bless him.

Besides, people are going to freeze to death and starve to death, and they are afraid of some ghosts and gods to blame. The little beggar thought so in his heart, and the movements of his hands were also very numb, and he immediately stripped off the Bodhisattva's coat.

This coat is made of silk, and the slippery feeling of the tentacles makes the little beggar can't help but scold a few words in his heart, saying that this mud bodhisattva wears better than us poor people. I looked down and sniffed, there was a strange smell on this coat, it smelled like a fragrance, and it smelled like mud, and it was more like something**, the smell of smelling.

The little beggar frowned, and said in his heart that those rats also took a fancy to this dress, and planned to wrap it in new clothes for the New Year, so they smelled of these disgusting people everywhere. Speaking of disgusting, in fact, the smell on his own body is not much better. Sleeping all day long, let alone taking a bath, even washing your face, it is also a month to wash once.

Putting the Bodhisattva's cloak on his body, the little beggar moved to untie another garment from the Bodhisattva's body. This underwear is indeed not as elaborate as the outer garment, it is ordinary linen, and the tentacles are a little rough, but it is still much thicker than what the little beggar himself wears. Just as the little beggar put his fingers into his clothes and wanted to peel off the clothes in one go, one cold wind after another began to blow towards him, and the cold little beggar's fingers were numb and he had to let go of his clothes.

"Are you cold?"

A low voice rang in the ears of the little beggar. The little beggar's scalp tingled, and he could almost feel the cold breath of the thing behind him spraying on his neck.

"Who? Who is making trouble and scaring Lao Tzu! ”

The little beggar twisted his stiff neck and slowly looked behind him, and a figure loomed in the shadows behind him, looking very strange.

"You...... Who are you? I can tell you, this ruined temple was the first one I found, so don't try to grab a place with me. Also, don't try to scare me. I've been scared since I was a child, I'm not afraid of people, can I be afraid of you? ”

The little beggar resisted the urge to flee from the wilderness, and he was more afraid of being frozen to death outside alone, and when the snow was buried, he would not be able to see anything. When the weather warms up and the snow melts, he will become a pile of stinking rotten flesh. Thinking of that scene, the little beggar was thrilled. Although it was difficult and hard to live, and he often had to starve and freeze, he still didn't want to die.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you. I just wanted to ask you, do you feel cold? ”

The shadow stood still, motionless, and by his senses, the little beggar felt that it was a woman, and even that the figure was somewhat similar to the mud bodhisattva in front of him. The fire in the ruined temple was very small, and the small one couldn't shine the woman's face at all, and only a shadow could see a trace of eyebrows, and it didn't look like a bad person.

The little beggar stalked his neck and said angrily, "Aren't you talking nonsense? Lao Tzu is covered in torn clothes, although he is a jacket, but if you look at these holes, they are not as good as the summer clothes of rich people. ”

"That's why you're stripping me of my clothes, aren't you?"

The shadow spoke again, with a hint of shyness in its voice.

"Strip your clothes? Don't lie to Lao Tzu, when will Lao Tzu strip your clothes? The little beggar rubbed his nose with his hand, and his face, which was blown by the cold wind, became hot.

After the New Year, the little beggar will be thirteen years old. If it is about the age of fiction, it should be fourteen, and if it is left in the homes of those good people, it is also the age to say goodbye. Although he has no father or mother, and no one has taught him things between men and women, but in the end he is mixed outside, even if he has never eaten pork, he has seen pigs run, and he still knows a little bit about it, and he also knows what Mr. Teaching means when he says that men and women are not kissed.

Although he is a little beggar, he is a serious little beggar, even if he meets a female beggar who is in trouble like himself and begs on the street, he will let it, and will not bully others like other beggars, and even play scoundrels with his hands and feet. Although human life is divided into high and low, it is all born to mothers. What is his mother, he is a woman, his own life is hard, his father and mother have died since he was a child, and he doesn't remember what his mother looks like, but he always knows that he can't bully other people's mothers, even if the other party is a beggar, even if the other party is the same as him, it is impossible to marry in this life, it is impossible to be a parent, and he can't bully. Besides, what kind of ability is a man bullying a woman?

The little beggar wrinkled his nose, looked at the shadow and said, "Although I am a little beggar, I disdain to bully a woman." Besides, I'm not a disciple, I'm a good person, how can I strip you of your clothes. Don't lie to anyone, and don't think of using this excuse for me to marry you. I'm still young, I can't even support myself, I don't have the ability at all, and I don't have the mood to support other women. ”

"Poof!" The shadow smiled, but remained there. "What an interesting boy, if I were still alive, I would really like you to be my brother. By the way, I used to have a sister who looked very similar to me. It's a pity that when I was young, my family was also poor, and my father and mother couldn't support us, so they gave us away. Now, my poor sister doesn't know where she is. In terms of age, she's older than you. ”

"I've grown up, I'm an adult, not a child." The little beggar straightened his back and stretched his neck high, as if by doing so, he would make his thin figure appear erect.

"Okay, you're an adult, not a child. But even adults are afraid of the cold, right? If you want my clothes, take them, and I won't need them anyway. It's just that, can you please leave me a piece of underwear to cover my shame, after all, I am a woman, unlike you men, if you are like this all day, I am afraid it will be too ugly. ”

"You woman, how can you talk nonsense, when will I ......," said the little beggar angrily, and jumped off the offering table with his legs curled. His feet hit the ground, and his head seemed to be enlightened. He suddenly thought of the mud bodhisattva high above the offering table, then turned around and glanced up. As a result, the Bodhisattva seemed to sense something, and his eyes were looking at him, and even the corners of his mouth were slightly upward.

"Mom!" The little beggar screamed, fell to the ground, pointed at the bodhisattva with his finger, and cried out, "My God! Oh my God, this Bodhisattva is ...... It came back to life. Clothes...... Clothes...... By the way, I seem to have stripped the Bodhisattva of his clothes just now! ”

The little beggar muttered to himself and looked up at the place where the shadow had just stood. The place was empty. He looked down at his feet. The shoes were also torn, revealing a few red toes that were still frozen despite being covered in mud. He sighed distractedly, "You...... You are actually the bodhisattva above? I...... I actually stripped the Bodhisattva of his clothes in front of the Bodhisattva! ”

(Education 123 Literature Network)