The little boy was silent about the white pigeon, "Sister, I'm so hungry." ”

The white pigeon stood up, took the little beggar's hand, and went to the stall next to him to buy a meat sandwich bun and a mutton steamed bun. Eager to break open the disposable chopsticks, the little beggar buried himself in a bowl bigger than his head and snorted and ate.

"Eat slowly, be careful of scalding."

The white pigeon looked at the little boy with some distress, how long should he have been hungry.

Counting the enamel jar in front of him, where a few coins lay in the sparse place, the white pigeon sighed, and put the rest of the money from his wallet to buy mutton steamed buns.

It wasn't until the little boy was blushing and a bowl of mutton steamed buns had bottomed out that he stopped. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, picked up the untouched meat bun on the table and was about to leave.

"Boy," Lu Yuanhe said majestically, "shouldn't I thank you after eating what my sister had?" ”

The little boy originally didn't think that Lu Yuanhe was with the white pigeon, and the royal aura he had on his body made people feel inexplicably stressed, especially now that he was looking at himself condescendingly.

So the little boy turned back to the white pigeon and said, "Oh, thank you, sister." "The tone should be more perfunctory and perfunctory, and the soles of the feet should be greased and left.

Lu Yuanhe frowned, stretched out his arm and grabbed the back of the little boy's neck, wanting to educate him. But before he could speak, the little boy pouted, his eyes rolled aggrievedly, and he cried out with a "wow".

"You're scaring him." The white pigeon hurriedly took out a tissue from his bag and squatted in front of the little boy to wipe his face.

The boy crossed the head of the white dove, with tears in his eyes, and made a big grimace at Landing Wonhyuk.

Little ghost!

At the same time, Lu Yuanhe saw that the little boy had already put his hand into the white pigeon's backpack while the white pigeon was not paying attention.

"Stop!"

"Hey!"

Lu Yuanhe and Lin Mengze spoke almost at the same time, and the little boy took out the white pigeon's wallet, turned around and ran.

The white dove, who had just woken up from a dream, chased it out without even thinking about it. Lu Yuanhe chased forward with long hands and feet, Lin Mengze ran to the white pigeon, saw that the white pigeon had been sweating, and wanted to help her to sit down on the side of the road.

The white pigeon didn't bother to sit down, and anxiously watched Lu Yuanhe chasing the direction of the little boy. She has been hospitalized during this time, and her body is very weak, and she can't run a few steps at all.

Not long after, Lu Yuanhe returned in vain.

Even if he is fast enough and agile, he can't help the crowd of people rubbing shoulders in the night market, where can he run past the children who can walk freely in the crowd.

The three of them had no choice but to watch the little boy disappear into sight.

"Call the police," Lu Yuanhe took out his mobile phone, "Such a little ghost should be handed over to the police station and the juvenile detention center for education." ”

"Don't ......," said the white dove, a little anxious, "maybe he's just stubborn?" ”

"You should call the police, it seems that the boy begging is fake, and being a pickpocket in the night market is real." At this point, Lin Mengze and Lu Yuanhe are surprisingly consistent.

"Wait a minute," Bai Ge turned his head and asked the shop next to him who had just bought mutton steamed buns, "Boss, does this kid often wander around the night market?" ”

The boss shook his head, "Hey, this kid has been in the night market for a year." We give when we can. But no one can say for sure what happened at home, he used to pester guests to ask for change and food, and who knew that now he has started stealing wallets...... Hey......" There was a lot of regret in his tone.

"Do you know where he lives?" The white dove asked.

"A kilometre west from here, there's a row of the most dilapidated bungalows, and counting them in, the third to the last. I used to sell shoes and rent a warehouse there, but then there were so many rats that they chewed off the shoe box and shoes, so I didn't rent them anymore. I really don't know how he lived in that kind of place. ”

After thanking the boss, the white pigeon still looked preoccupied. Lin Mengze asked intimately: "Is there anything important in the wallet that needs to be reported lost tomorrow?" Is the ID card in there? ”

The white dove shook his head.

"What about bank cards and cash?"

"The cash has been given to him, and there is no more cash in the wallet."

"Are there any valuables then?"

The white dove shook his head again...... Valuables? …… It doesn't seem to be valuable......

"If you lose it, you lose it." The white dove finally said, as if he had made a great deal of determination. Looking at the inquiring eyes of Lu Yuanhe and Lin Mengze in front of her, she wanted to speak and stopped, and after thinking about it, she still didn't say anything.

Lu Yuanhyuk's eyes narrowed. Looking at the posture of the white pigeon rushing out just now, he was impatient.

It seems that this wallet is important to her......

Someone must have sent it, right? The big president was already thinking about buying a new wallet for the little thing......

The trip to the night market stopped, Lu Yuanhe looked at the lost white pigeon, raised his wrist and glanced at his watch, "You should go back to rest, don't be too tired today," and then looked up at Lin Mengze, "Do I need to send you back?" ”

The implication is, you can go back yourself, right?

Lin Mengze didn't drive, but replied calmly, "Then it's troublesome." ”

Lu Yuanhyuk: ......

On the way back, the white dove was silent all the way.

Although the white dove doesn't talk much on weekdays, today's silence is different from the past, with low pressure and absent-mindedness.

After sending Lin Mengze to his destination, the car drove all the way to the hospital. It wasn't until the car came to a steady stop for a while that the white dove came back.

"I'm not going up today, you rest early." Lu Yuanhe paid attention to the white pigeon's reaction, she was really a little abnormal today.

The white pigeon was embarrassed, "I'm sorry that you didn't eat anything when you went to a place like the night market." ”

"I think it's good, I can accompany you next time I want to go."

The white dove smiled. She wanted to go again...... Can't wait to see that little boy again......

……

Early the next morning, the white pigeon changed out of his hospital gown and went out. After two bus turns, I found the home of the little boy that the boss said yesterday.

The white pigeon found the penultimate bungalow, which was a little more dilapidated than the people next to it. The small garden in the yard was deserted, except for a few green onions planted crookedly. The broken glass on the windows was patched with plastic sheeting. As soon as the wind blows, the plastic sheeting plays a concerto.

The door was unlocked, and the white dove opened it with a gentle push.

A pale-faced middle-aged woman, lying face out on the clay kang, was coughing violently, and the little boy immediately put down the book he was reading in his hand and patted the woman's back.

Seeing the white dove enter the door, the boy glanced at her fiercely, walked to the door vigilantly and blocked the door, and asked very temperamentally, "What are you doing here?!" ”

It seemed that he was afraid that the woman on the bed would know the white dove's intentions.

The white dove raised his hands, palms down, and made a gesture of calmness, and the woman on the bed spoke, "Who?" Xiaohui, who's coming? ”

"Mom, she'......"

Before the little boy could finish speaking, Bai Ge took advantage of the situation to enter the house and said politely, "I am a friend that Xiao Hui met in the night market, my name is Bai Pigeon, he has something left on me, I will return it to him." ”

"Sit down."

Ahem.

The woman was still coughing.

The boy named Xiaohui stared at the white pigeon with guarded eyes, repeatedly confirming that the white pigeon had no intention of sueping, and then walked to the stove vigilantly.

It seems that the two of them haven't had breakfast yet.

Two bricks are used next to the stove, and at first glance, it looks like the little ghost usually washes vegetables and cooks.

Xiaohui stood on the brick, skillfully poured a scoop of water into the large iron pot, after the water boiled, he took out a greasy and dirty milk powder can from the cupboard, after opening, scooped out two large spoons of cornmeal inside and put it into the pot, and then slowly stirred it in the iron pot with a large soup spoon.

After the cornmeal porridge was cooked, Xiao Hui took out a big bowl and served it to his mother on the bed together with the meat bun that Bai Ge bought for him yesterday.

It's a filial child, the white dove thought.

This leaky and dilapidated house is lit only by a dim light bulb. There was a candlestick on the table, and one candle was dirty and half burned. It looks as if there are frequent power outages here at night.

The white dove casually flicked the books on the table, "Robinson Crusoe", "Charlotte's Web", and "Uncle Tom's Cabin", the covers looked very torn, and people couldn't help but wonder if they were missing pages.

"Girl," the woman on the bed sat up with prop up, "Xiaohui has left something at your place, is it causing you trouble?" ”

The white pigeon smiled and waved his hand, and quickly weaved a white lie in his heart, "No, my family has a stall in the night market next to it, and Xiaohui often goes to help, and it's too late to thank him." ”

"Then you are ......"

"Oh, look at my memory, forget it." The white pigeon took out a torn palm-sized villain book from his bag, "This is Xiaohui who fell." ”

This book was indeed thrown away yesterday when Xiaohui ran away in a panic.

Without saying a word, Xiaohui took the villain book from the white pigeon's hand, and walked back to the bed and sat down expressionlessly.

The white pigeon smiled, and without saying any more, he hurriedly took his leave.

……

When he came back and knocked on the door, Xiaohui opened the door and saw a large bag of white pigeons, and his expression was obviously stunned.

Just now, she went to a small market two kilometers away to buy some daily necessities.

A new set of fairy tale books, a small plug-in pot, so that Xiaohui can cook much more conveniently. In addition to this, I also bought a hot water kettle and a camp lamp.

"I want you to taste my craft," said the white dove to the woman with a smile.

The woman hurriedly waved her hand, "No, no, no!" That's how to do it, that's how to trouble you. The ...... of the meeting in the water"

"My brother is about the same age as Xiaohui," Bai Ge washed his hands in the red basin, "Anyway, Xiaohui usually helps me, so you're welcome." As he spoke, he carried two catties of mutton and a cabbage bought in the market, and walked into the kitchen out of sight, and got busy.

One portion of red braised lamb, the remaining lamb and cabbage make a soup.

When the smell of mutton began to overflow in the room, Xiao Hui's eyes were noticeably less hostile.

From time to time, he looked at the steaming pot, and finally had the immaturity and innocence that a child of this age should have.