Chen Pi watched the chicken farm for a day and a night, not a single copper coin was thrown in, he was waiting for the killing Qin Huai to come out, but this day to kill Qin Huai did not play, he finally became numb, bought some wine, and came to the back chicken coop outside the curtain, looking inside from a distance, "killing Qin Huai" is locked in the mahogany carved cockfighting cage, this cockfighting cage is half a person high, and the top two flat buckles are like a sedan chair. Through the curtain, Chen Pi looked at the fighting coldly, and the fighting also looked at him coldly, without any fear. Several chicken slaves on both sides cut strips of meat with sheep knives, and fighting cocks eat meat. Seeing Chen Pi approaching, they all stopped and looked at him coldly.

Chen Pi had no choice but to turn his head and leave silently, he moved his arms and sat on the embankment for a while.

When the day rose, the fishing boats began to work, and after the Chunsi family died, the river was peaceful for a few days. It always feels like the calm before the madness. Most of the fishing boats began to return from the lake back to the river.

Back to the bathhouse. It was already dawn, Chun Shen fell asleep on the steps, leaning against the wall, the bowl fell to the side, there were some leftovers in the bowl, tangerine peel picked it up, and saw that he ate half a bowl very carefully, and there was still half a bowl left, and there was half a steamed bun in it. Obviously, Chunshen didn't dare to finish eating, and had been waiting for him to come back.

The rice was already rancid, and the tangerine peel was dialed around in it, but there was still no penny, and he touched Chunshen's pocket, touched it up and down, and there was nothing in his pocket.

Chen Pi looked at the sleeping Chun Shen coldly, the anger in his heart was indescribable, he threw all the leftovers on the ground, and suddenly raised his hand to wake Chun Shen up with a slap.

But he thought about it and put his hand down, he thought about what his purpose was, he couldn't wait. He thought about the one who killed Qin Huai, and hated that he was not as comfortable as a chicken.

He took a penny out of his pocket, threw it into Chunshen's bowl, and headed to the bathroom.

But after a few steps, he withdrew and looked at the sky.

He felt that Xi Qi was watching from the sky, and it didn't work. Xi Qixiu is an account room, and he will never miss this money.

He stepped over Chunshen dejectedly, took the money back, and the days of gambling consumed the anger on Chen Pi's body, he shrank into a corner, and soon fell asleep tired. Tomorrow was the last day, and he told himself that no matter what happened tomorrow, he would get a hundred wen.

When Chun Shen woke up, Chen Pi had already fallen asleep, Chun Shen saw the leftovers fall to the side, picked up the half of the steamed bun, broke it in half, ate half of it himself, and the other half, he looked at the Chen Pi and put the steamed bun on the chest of the sleeping Chen Pi. Picked up the bowl and limped out.

The morning air was particularly fresh, and Chun Shen squinted his eyes and came to the market with a bowl. Many shops are opening their doors one after another.

The rice shop in the east of the city has been closed, the boss fled to the northwest, that day was before the boss left, the last day of business, the rest of the tofu gave Chunshen a bowl, Chunshen actually didn't understand, people's habits are like this, if a bowl of rice is full, people will think that he no longer needs alms. And one would think that a beggar is hateful if he is greedy.

Chun Shin walked through the crowd, holding a bowl, no one looked at him, he walked down the street to the end and back again.

Chunshen sat at the door of the rice shop, put the bowl at his feet, and looked at the passers-by in front of him, his clothes were too thin, and his feet were covered with frostbite. Can only be shrunk up.

He watched blankly, and at noon, the steamed bun stall opposite was also closed, and this time no one gave him steamed buns. The weather is a lot colder today, and the stall owner of the steamed bun stall has a young daughter who has already put on a red cotton jacket. Chunshen looked at her, and she looked at Chunshen too.

The weather was getting colder and the sky was getting overcast.

He tucked his little hand into his sleeve and curled it up into a ball. In a trance, he suddenly felt a figure sitting down.

He rubbed his eyes, looked up, and saw a big man with a naked upper body and very white skin, sitting next to him.

Dahan seemed to be completely unafraid of the cold, took a few breaths in the cold wind, he looked down at Chunshen, and said slowly: "Yazi, when I was playing on your boat last time, I forgot something, where is my flag?" ”

Chunshen's body trembled, and he recognized it at once, this person was the cannon head who killed his whole family.

"It's not easy to find you, I also heard from the people at the dock, there is a small one, fortunately, our family head said, the flag is one by one, since the people are gone, the flag has to be taken back, Yazi, I went to your ship to see it, the flag is gone." Someone saw you take it. The cannon head touched Chunshen's hair. Good tooth, give me back the flag, and go to see my father and mother, okay? ”

Chun Shen swayed all over, he looked at the cannon head blankly, and did not speak.

The gunner picked up his bowl and put it in his hand, then tried to pick him up.

Chunshen immediately shrank his head and didn't let him hug him, and the people around him stopped and watched the cannon head dragging Chunshen.

The gunner looked around, his expression a little impatient, but he still didn't let go, he squatted down, took out a penny, and put it in the bowl. "Good tooth, good boy, go with uncle."

Chun Shen stiffened there, watching the penny roll into the bowl, he stared at the copper coin falling flat, hesitated, he reached out to grab it, and as soon as he loosened his strength, he was picked up by the cannon head and walked towards the river embankment.

Chunshen lay on the shoulder of the cannon head, and did not struggle, he watched the street gradually fade away, and the people looked at them a few times, and then turned their heads again. No one bothered anymore.

Chunshen just grabbed the penny, like grasping the only hope.