In the dilapidated hut, the little beggar woke up slowly, only to feel that someone was groping for her. She looked up and met a pair of indifferent dead fish eyes.

"What are you doing?" asked the little beggar feebly.

"I'll give you a bath. Mo Liang saw the little beggar wake up and threw a sentence. But he didn't stop, and he was undressing her one by one. The little beggar felt that something was wrong in his heart, but he was dizzy and couldn't resist for a while. After a while, she was stripped naked, and then she felt a pair of rough hands press against her body and pick her up.

The little beggar felt wobbly, like he was on a boat. Until there was a bang, and she was put into a large bath. shivered in the cold water, and instantly sobered up more than half of the time.

She seemed to finally react, grabbing Mo Liang's outstretched hand. Mora was amazed at the girl's strength. Seeing her glaring at herself, she spit out a sentence for a while.

"Do you have anything to eat?"

"Yes, yes. You wait, I'll get it for you. Mo Liang was thinking about what she would do if she scolded and cried, and was relieved to hear this.

He turned and went into the cubicle, and when he came back, he had two more hot meat buns in his hand, which he had just bought for dinner. He shook the bun in front of the tub and asked, "Would you like to eat it?" The little beggar's eyes were straight, and a pair of eyes followed Mo Liang's hand.

"I'll give it to you, and you'll have to be obedient, understand?" I don't know if she listened, but nodded desperately. Mo Liang slowly handed over the bun. As soon as the little beggar took the bun, as if he had a deep hatred with it, he stuffed it into his mouth. Mo Liang saw her gobbling up posture and knew that she was hungry and crazy. A hungry man has no time for anything else. Mo Liang took out an old towel and began to wipe her body.

The body in the bathtub was removed from the stains, and gradually revealed its original appearance. Mo Liang looked at it carefully for a while, not very satisfied. Although the skin is white, it can be thinned. He said to the little beggar, "Follow me in the future, and you will do whatever I tell you to do." I promise you're fed and clothed, understand?"

The little beggar's mouth was stuffed and he muttered. She finished eating the bun by two, and her eyes glanced at the compartment intentionally or unintentionally. Seeing this, Mo Liang went to the back room and brought her a piece of dry and hard steamed buns, "That's all there is today, let's make do with it, and I'll get you a few fresh meat buns tomorrow."

The little beggar took the steamed bun, raised a pair of eyeballs and asked cautiously, "What do you want me to do?"

Mo Liang lowered his body, touched her smooth body, and then put his head in front of her, and said, "Does it matter what you do?

The two looked at each other for a while, the little beggar stopped talking, she shrunk back and slowly sank into the water with the steamed bun in her hand.

"What's your name?" asked Mo Liang after a moment. He saw the back of the girl's head shake twice, and he didn't know whether to say anything or not. Mo Liang didn't care, he just said, "Then I'll call you buns." ”

Mo Liang finished bathing Baozi, helped her change into clean clothes, and laid a straw mat on the ground for her. The girl sat on the ground, clasped herself with her hands and legs, and looked at him timidly. In the end, Mo Liang didn't say much, he said to the girl, "Sleep." Then he blew out the candle and climbed onto the plank bed himself.

The girl named Baozi was lying on a straw mat, her eyes wandering around the dark room a few times, thinking that this would be her home in the future.

The next morning, Murray woke up to a cacophony. When he walked out of the house, he saw Baozi squatting on the edge of the well, and in the basin in front of him were a few of Mo Liang's old clothes.

"Are you awake?"

Baozi was wiping hard, and when he saw Mo Liang coming out, he stopped what he was doing and wiped his hands on his body, and came over and said, "I'm hungry." I warmed up two steamed buns on the table for you. ”

Before Mo Liang could reply, he heard Baozi say to himself, "Don't you know how to cook?" I see that there is a thick layer of dust on the stove. Also, there isn't much firewood left at home, so if you go out today, bring some back. ”

Mo Liang himself had only moved into this house not long ago, and he responded in a daze. He thought it was strange for this girl, and it had only been one night, and she seemed to have made this home. He walked into the room, and sure enough, he saw two hot steamed buns on the table.

This morning, Mo Liang saw Baozi holding a broom in his left hand and a bucket in his right hand that was two circles thicker than her waist, going in and out of the house. He saw that the bun was in full swing and didn't bother her, thinking that it was actually a good thing that she got acquainted quickly. It's better than crying and crying.

Mo Liang looked at the appearance of the bun and wondered if she should run away, so he went out by himself. When he came back in the evening, he saw a candle burning in the house from afar. When I entered the house, I saw Baozi and others sitting at the table with his chin and waiting for him, with two hot steamed buns and a bowl of water on the table.

"When will I come back when I go out in the future, the steamed buns will be reheated when they are cold, and the firewood will be wasted in vain. Baozi muttered, in the tone of a hostess.

Mo Liang felt inexplicably amused when he heard it. He put two fresh meat buns on the table, walked to the side of the bed and lay down on the bed, then beckoned to the buns and said, "Come here." ”

As soon as Baozi picked up the bun, she suddenly became nervous when she saw Mo Liang calling her. "Why, why do you have to eat first. After speaking, he picked up a bun and chewed it. Mo Liang had to get up and go over to eat with her.

After eating, Baozi said that he wanted to wash the dishes again, and went out with the bowls. In fact, the two bowls are very clean, and there is nothing to wash.

Mo Liang waited in the house for a long time and didn't see the buns come in. Having waited impatiently, he went out of the house and dragged her in by the well, and sat her down in front of him.

Baozi lowered his head and looked restless. Mo Liang lifted her chin, and looked at her forehead, eyebrows, and the bridge of her nose to her neck and waist, all the way down to her ankles.

After a closer look, I found that Baozi was actually very childish, at most fifteen or sixteen years old. Because of long-term starvation, his body is a little thin, but his face is still quite delicate, especially a pair of big watery eyes are turning around uneasily at the moment, and he doesn't dare to look at Mo Liang.

In the flickering firelight, Baozi was wearing a thin single shirt given to her by Mo Liang, and her cheeks were flushed. She gritted her teeth suddenly, looked determined, and then began to unbutton her chest.

"What are you doing?" Mo Liang was confused by her sudden move.

"Sleep with you!" said Baozi angrily, as if he had been wronged.

Mo Liang was stunned for a moment, and then laughed. After laughing for a while, I saw that Baozi's eyes were slightly red.

"I know what you want me to do. It's always the case that a man wants a woman, I know. Baozi said with a crying voice, "You give me food and clothing, I am your person." ”

Mo Liang grabbed the hand of the bun and unbuttoned it and put it down.

"You don't have to rush it. ”

He opened the package next to him and took out a xylophone and a silk garment from it.

"Put it on, it'll be yours from now on. ”

A month later, many people knew that there was an extra entertainer named Baozi in the Fuxing Hotel.

There are a number of entertainers in the Fuxing Hotel. But the guests agreed that the buns were one of the special ones. On the first day, when she walked into the lobby, she didn't even dare to raise her head, and her voice was as thin as a mosquito. But it didn't take long for her to become the only one of the entertainers who dared to shout loudly to her customers.

Her stage name is also the most unique, and the other entertainers are all called Yun Niang, Lingyin, and Qiuyue. Only her name is Baozi. Guests often quipped, "Buns come here." When the bun came to him, he said, "I called the kind of bun that can be eaten, can you eat it?" Come on, let me try it. "I'm going to pull the bun and say. At first, Baozi always retreated and dodged. Later, she got used to it, and whoever dared to do it again, she dared to scratch him.

As for the piano skills of the buns, I really dare not compliment. The first time she played the xylophone, the entire hotel lobby trembled, and the sound of the piano was like the tip of a knife drilling into people's eardrums. So in the midst of the curses of the people, she quickly stopped, bowed her head and said nothing.

As a result, there weren't many people in the hotel who actually ordered her, but they were happy to joke with her and joke with her.

Playing the piano and singing music is said to be a performer rather than a sell-out, but it is inevitable to suffer some harmless losses. The other girls in the restaurant laughed at this, but Baozi always put on a look of preferring to die. I often get into trouble with guests because of this.

Someone scolded her, "It's all goods that come out to sell, what to do three from the four virtues to show whom, it's really a bitch to set up an archway." ”

At this time, it is the shopkeeper who comes out of the round. He first persuaded the guests away, and then comforted the bun with a few words. In his opinion, this little girl is simple and has no evil thoughts. People are good, but they are not suitable for this business.

Sometimes someone asks Baozi about his life experience, and Baozi doesn't reply most of the time. Occasionally, he would say that he had a man. If others asked, she changed her words and said that it was her brother. Not many people have seen what she calls her 'brother'. Every morning, she walked into the lobby dressed up alone, and after closing, she walked out of the hotel alone and got into the alley where she didn't know where to go. So much so that some people suspect that she doesn't have a 'brother' at all.

But some people said that she was seen in the alley with a man. A young man who looked a little lazy. With wheat-colored skin and short black hair that is naturally curly, he always looks careless. Not more than twenty years old.

"Oh. Some people listened with a look of understanding. The woman who is obsessed with love comes out to show her head to feed the little white face at home. Such dramas are not uncommon in any era. This can also explain the 'Zhenjian' of the bun.

Mo Liang set up a stall on the side of the street not far from the hotel, and put some worthless knick-knacks. No one ever patronized his stall, he just used it as a pretext to observe the movement in the shop. If he sees a suitable target, he will give Baozi a signal from afar, and when Baozi sees it, he will come forward to make further inquiries in the name of playing the piano and singing.

But the bun always has to disappoint Mo Liang.

Not only does she not know how to be amorous, but she often argues with guests.

On this day, Mo Liang called the bun into the alley and said, "I heard you say that you had another fight with a guest today?"

Bun blushed when he heard it. "He, he touched my ass!"

Mo Liang smiled, "What a big deal do I have to do." What's wrong with touching your butt? Will you lose a piece of meat if you touch your butt?"

As he spoke, he pinched the butt of the bun hard. The bun screamed in pain.

"Listen, I'm giving you food and clothing because you want you to earn me money. If you do this again, believe it or not, I'll sell you to a brothel! ”

Mo Liang often scared Baozi, not to sell her to a brothel, but to strip her naked and throw her on the street. Baozi couldn't tell if he was telling the truth or joking. Every time he said her, she always pouted, looking like she had been wronged, which made Mo Liang angry when she saw it. He was kind enough to provide her with food and clothing, could it be that in the end, he didn't make any money and had to look at her face?

Before sending Baozi to the hotel to perform, he did a lot of training for Baozi. In addition to playing the piano and singing, it also includes how to scratch your head and make a pose, how to show off your style and how to deceive people.

None of the buns can be made well.

Once, Mo Liang gave Baozi the easiest task. He pointed to an old blind man playing the piano on the street and asked Baozi to take the money from the blind man's bowl.

Such a simple task, but to see what else she can mess with.

Mo Liang watched Baozi walk over, then Baozi walked back, and then he covered his face. The money is still in the old blind man's bowl, but the hairpin on the head of the bun is gone. She said with tears in her eyes that he was so pitiful, too pitiful. The children died in an accident, and his wife thought he was blind, so he ran away with the money left by the children. He's so pathetic, so pathetic.

Mo Liang thought to himself, I spent so much money to pick you up, I am pitiful. That day, despite Baozi's protests, he stopped her dinner.

He also knew in his heart that the buns were not the ingredients for eating this bowl of rice, but the money spent would not run back by himself, although he didn't have any hope for her, he still sent her to the hotel to perform.

At first, Baozi thought that Mo Liang was just an ordinary thief, and he was a little unhappy in his heart. But it didn't take long to find out that she felt that Mo Liang was different. Mo Liang taught her to play the piano and sing music, and taught her how to dress up. also taught her to read and write, and she wrote a good hand. According to Mo Liang, these are all things that must be learned as a qualified eyeliner.

The most memorable thing about Baozi is that one night when she came back from the hotel, she met two hooligans on the way. The two hooligans may have followed her from the hotel until she entered the alley and blocked her in the alley. At that time, it was called that the sky should not be, and the earth was not spiritual, and Baozi was frightened and didn't know what to do, so he saw Mo Liang rushing over from afar. Then before she could see what was happening, the two rascals fell.

Since then, although Mo Liang still has no good face most of the time, he either speaks coldly or ridicules her. But Baozi was already dead set on Mo Liang in his heart, and secretly regarded him as his own man.

In Baozi's opinion, Mo Liang is too mysterious. He almost never talks about his past.

Occasionally, the buns make money to go back. Mo Liang's face will look better. At this time, she would beg Mo Liang to tell her his story. "What's the story. Fatherless and motherless, wandering, similar to you. Mo Liang poured a large sip of wine and wiped his mouth and said.

"But I don't know how to play the piano and write, dance with a knife and play with a gun. Baozi said.

"That's stupid. Mo Liang scolded. "If you see more, you will naturally be. ”

Mo Liang drank one sip after another until his eyes blurred, and then said, "There used to be a kind teacher who took me in for a while and taught me a lot of things. ”

"And then?"

"Dead. Mo Liang dropped two words. "Only this knife remained. ”

Baozi watched Mo Liang's hands rub against the black knife in his arms. This black knife Mo Liang never leaves his body, even when he sleeps, he also carries it with him.

Mo Liang was drunk and fell on the table talking nonsense. What' I'm not a man-eating imp. ’

Baozi didn't understand, so she helped Mo Liang to lie on the bed. Help him slip his shoes and cover him with a mat. When she was about to leave, Mo Liang suddenly grabbed her hand and pulled her hard, pulling her down on the bed.

He held the bun and slid his hands from her neck to his waist, rubbing it against her like the black knife that rubbed against him.

Baozi and Mo Liang's face were close to each other, and she could smell the strong breath on Mo Liang's body. Feeling Mo Liang's hands gradually straining on her.

She was half nervous and scared, half expectant. But Mo Liang didn't do anything.

He let go of the bun and turned to face the wall. Leaving Baozi to sit on the edge of the bed alone, his chest rising and falling violently.