A small barbecue stall. At night, the lights come on. Lin Feng took Xiao Jun and several men to sit together.

"Boss! Two crates of beer. Then serve all your good dishes. Yuan Tian yelled at the boss.

"Okay! Brothers waited. The boss was also very excited to prepare.

Soon, the beer was served.

Lin Feng took the lead in opening a bottle, didn't say anything, and drank it directly.

Seeing Lin Feng's movements, Xiao Jun also opened a bottle. Blow the bottle directly. The rest of the people also called a bottle, originally they thought that Lin Feng would say something to be affectionate, but who knew that he would drink directly.

When a bottle of wine was drinking, Lin Feng raised his head and his eyes narrowed slightly. His eyes first glanced at Xiao Jun's body, and then scanned at the other bodies. finally stopped at Xiao Yong's body and said, "What's your name!" ”

Hearing this, Xiao Yong was slightly stunned. He immediately replied: "I'm Xiao Yong!" Lin Shao......"

When Xiao Yong seemed to be about to say something, he was interrupted by Lin Feng with his hand. Lin Feng opened a bottle of wine again. A murderous aura suddenly poured out of his body. The expression on his face suddenly became extremely solemn. His eyes glanced over the bodies of several men, and then he said calmly: "What are we!" ”

Lin Feng raised the beer bottle. His eyes looked at the night sky. The voice was a little cold.

Hearing this, the five people read the novel > and ybdu were slightly silent. However, Xiao Yong and Bai Yunmo's faces were slightly unnatural. Lin Feng didn't seem to wait for the answer he wanted, and his eyes suddenly moved to Xiao Jun's face. It seems that he wants Xiao Jun to give an answer.

However! Exactly at this time. A loud flute sounded, and it didn't have that natural sound. But this flute sound shook Lin Feng's heartstrings, because he heard a feeling of sacrificing his life for others in this flute, which made his arm holding the wine glass tremble.

When the lights dyed the roadside rouge, the loud, melodious, and agitated flute sound rippled in the quiet Yongdao Street, and then slowly disappeared at the end of the street.

Lin Feng didn't have any expression, quietly listening to the sound of the flute coming from the night sky.

At this time, Xiao Jun and the others also seemed to have discovered that there was that kind of strong emotion in the flute, although it was tragic, it was happy, and although it was desolate, it contained a strong ** for survival.

The person who played the flute may have been a person whose survival was also in question.

Immediately, the sound of the flute gradually soothed and became smaller, and Lin Feng's heart was immersed in the melody like a song with the rhythm, then high-pitched, then calm, and then long-term......

There is a faint desolation in the sound of the flute, and a hint of strength alternates.

However, the last flute sound, as if to proclaim that strong and inexpressible feelings, suddenly rose into the deep space with stars and bright moons, and danced gracefully with the clouds, like the noise of heaven and earth turned into a splendid tapestry, a silent spiritual scroll, a fresh and mysterious.

This made Lin Feng and the men feel a little throbbing in their hearts.

What kind of affection is required.

In the lonely night, whose flute plucks the wind strings, like the fragrance of flowers on the other side dancing gracefully, together with a volt, or raised, from far to near gently drifting through the ears, overflowing the heart.

Although there was no such eternal music, the sound of this flute also caused a thousand ripples in Lin Feng's heart; A melodious flute is like crying, tactfully turning into the curve of the sea.

The beautiful and elegant sound of the flute lingers in the ears, as if a freehand picture is laid out in front of you.

As the flute fell, Lin Feng looked at it in surprise, and suddenly found that it was a child who played the flute.

It was about twenty meters away from Lin Feng and them. A slightly dimly lit corner. Two children huddled together. The clothes on his body were extremely tattered. The air at night is a little cold. I saw that the older child took the smaller child and held the child in his arms. There was a happy smile on his face.

However, in the smaller child's dirty little hand was holding a plastic cup. The cup was small, but clean, and there wasn't even a pitiful coin in it, and the little hand of the smaller child holding it was trembling slightly.

These two children were more than twenty meters away from Lin Feng and them, and they were nights, in the eyes of ordinary people. The more than twenty meters at night were not clear at all in the dim light, but for a martial arts master like Lin Feng and them. That's not a problem at all.

The two children had dirty long hair, dirty coats, dirty shirts, dirty shorts, and all the characteristics of a beggar.

The older child was no more than fifteen years old, and the younger one was no more than ten years old.

There are so many children living on the streets. But there seems to be something special about these two little children. The special feature is that the older child can play the flute. A clean bamboo flute, always placed next to his dirty mouth under the dim street lamp, broke through the mist and sounded far away.

When the flute fell, several passers-by walked by. However, these passers-by had mixed reactions, and a woman seemed to have some sympathy and said, "This child is really pitiful." There are such ruthless parents. Then he threw down a few cents and hurried away.

But the child seemed to understand the sympathy in the woman's eyes, and even raised that slightly delicate face, and that firm look seemed to be telling the woman. "I don't need sympathy."

Of course, there are also people with contempt on their faces, and when they pass by, they say unhappily: "The beggar who plays the flute!" It's ridiculous. can play a good flute, but be a beggar, and look like a liar. As the words fell, she raised her haughty face and walked away quickly.

Some people pursed their lips and didn't say anything, but spat directly on the ground, with dead disgust in their eyes. More people seemed to see nothing, and when the flute blew, their footsteps slowed slightly, and when the flute fell, they hurried straight in front of the two children. Don't ask.

These two children are dirty, dirty, and wolf-like. When the flute fell, the older child took the flute in his hand and lowered his head while holding the child in his arms.

The two children seemed to have fallen asleep and were not affected by the reactions of passers-by. Perhaps their hearts are cleaner than anyone's. It's just that it is disguised by a seemingly dirty appearance, perhaps not a disguise, but ignored by the world.

Suddenly, the child in the larger arms suddenly opened his eyes and raised that dirty and delicate face. Pitifully whispered to the big child who was holding him, "Brother! I'm hungry! ”

His voice is very pure, it is a little like a girl's voice, under which dirty appearance, maybe this is a girl and not necessarily.

Hearing this, the older child put the flute in his hand beside him. Looking at the clean plastic cups around me, there were only a few cents in them. There was a dimness in his eyes, and he immediately looked at the child in his arms again. His eyes suddenly became firm. Seems to have thought of a good idea.

(Second Update!) ）