The weather was hot, and the crying was unbearable.

On the way to Beijing, the road was bumpy, and the old monk who was called to return to his heart did not know how thick calluses appeared on the soles of his feet, which were worn and worn out, until the finger bones were bulging and he never stopped.

Along the way, he turned fate into a living, was in tatters, and his clothes were not covered, but the old monk still came to this day.

But how much strength do people have left, and under such suffering, no matter how tenacious they are, there will be times when they fall.

The old monk's mouth was chapped, his eyes were sunken, and under the scorching sun, a trace of sweat flowed down his cheeks until the sweat became less and less.

He searched everywhere, but found that the water was dried up, and there was no water everywhere.

The old monk breathed a sigh of relief and looked for someone's house.

I knocked on several doors in a row, but all of them were blasted out.

"Where are the beggars, let's go."

"Master, let's go look elsewhere."

I searched for a few houses, but I didn't even get a bowl of water.

The old monk walked aimlessly down the street, his steps were vain, as if he couldn't stand it anymore, so he sat down on the side of the street to rest.

"Smack."

But a stone was thrown at me.

"Hey."

There was a little beggar on the side of the street looking at him.

The old monk paused for a moment, then stepped forward.

"I've seen the little benefactor."

The little beggar paused, puzzled in his eyes.

But he didn't care about this, he just waved his hand and said: "What donors don't donate, old thing, let me tell you, this is my territory, master, you have to beg for food and go somewhere else!" ”

The old monk opened his mouth and said, "The poor monk just rests here for a while and leaves immediately." ”

After hearing this, the little beggar raised his eyebrows and said, "Then you have to change places to rest, in short, it won't work here, I'll delay my lord to beg for money." ”

The old monk sighed when he heard this, and then stood up.

His steps staggered, and he walked forward step by step.

When the little beggar saw this, he sat down again, and did not trouble the man again.

He looked over, but saw that the old monk was walking and his figure was getting more and more swaying.

The little beggar paused, and unsurprisingly, the old monk fell to the side as he walked.

"Smack."

The thin body as dry wood fell to the ground, as if it couldn't make a splash, silently.

The little beggar was shocked for a moment, but he didn't care, and turned his head away to look no more.

As the old monk fell, someone on the side of the road noticed the scene.

"What's the matter with this man?"

"I don't know, I fell as I walked."

"Don't go, be careful that people trick you!"

The people on the street watched, but no one came forward, and no one dared to go.

Some people took a look and left, and the people around the old monk changed circle after circle, as if everyone was used to it.

In this year of drought, there will always be a few thirsty deaths.

The little beggar sitting on the side of the street listened to the chatter in the crowd, and his eyes looked through the crowd again, but he turned his head back.

The little beggar opened his mouth and said secretly in his heart: "What do you have to do with me!" ”

He snorted softly, as if indifferent.

But the next moment, he gritted his teeth and stood up.

"Your grandma's legs! I'm really unlucky, sir! ”

The little beggar strode towards the place where the old monk had fallen.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

The little beggar squeezed into the crowd, and he grabbed the old monk's hand with one hand and helped him up with great difficulty.

"You little beggar, what are you squeezing!"

"What's in your way!"

"Hey, your temper is quite stubborn, and if you starve to death one day, you probably won't have anyone to collect your body."

"you X!"

The little beggar cursed, and then carried the old monk towards the alley.

After all, you can't put it on this street for people to look at.

The little beggar thought that he would not be able to carry it, but what he didn't expect was that this person was not as heavy as him, although it was still difficult, but he still carried the old monk away.

"Old thing, it's really bad luck for the master to run into you!"

The little beggar cursed, gritted his teeth and carried him into the alley, and let go of his hand as soon as he let go.

The old monk on his shoulder fell, leaning against the wall.

The little beggar kicked him and asked, "Are you still angry?" ”

Seeing that there was no response, he crouched down and tried it.

There is also a slight faint breath.

But it is estimated that it is not far from being out of breath.

"Bad luck!"

The little beggar scolded, and then said: "Let me tell you, if it weren't for my kindness, I don't know how long you would lie on that street, maybe you would be thrown into a mass grave at night, and you would be scared to death when you woke up." ”

He snorted coldly and said, "In return, how about I take something from you, master?" Anyway, you're dying, so it's better to cheapen me. ”

The little beggar clasped his hands, and he opened his mouth to speak again.

"If you don't speak, you're acquiescing."

The little beggar immediately groped for the old monk.

"Poor sour!"

The little beggar was rummaging through it, and his mouth kept cursing.

He thought there was nothing of value anymore.

I didn't think about it, but I found three copper coins in the pocket of the tattered clothes.

The little beggar grabbed the three copper coins in his hand and threw them, and said, "It's a little oil and water, and the master is not a loss." ”

He smiled, then squatted down and patted the old monk on the shoulder.

"You just go well, the remaining three copper coins will be spent for you, just be kind, and you will definitely have a good reward in the next life."

The little beggar laughed, and then left the alley with three copper coins.

He took the money to buy a steamed bun and another bowl of water.

I can manage him not to starve to death for two days.

Three copper plates are enough for it to live for three or four days.

The little beggar tasted the water he bought, here is often dry in the summer, there is a shortage of water every year, there are often merchants to carry the water to sell, the asking price is not high, a bowl of water and a copper plate, naturally a big bowl.

For the little beggar, this bowl of water is even more delicious than steamed buns.

I ate a bun with a bowl of water.

The little beggar was probably full, and he patted his stomach, and there was still a penny left.

His gaze looked through the street to the unconscious old monk in the alley.

The little beggar paused, thinking of such an old monk who was not as heavy as him, and for a moment he felt pity.

He sighed and said, "Who made me a good person." ”

Looking at the penny, after hesitating for a long time, he walked to the water seller again.

For the last penny, I bought a bowl of water.

The little beggar thought to himself, if the man was not out of breath, then the bowl of water would be given to the man, and if he was out of breath, it would be his.

He carefully carried the bowl of water and walked towards the old monk.

Until he came to the dying old monk.

"Old thing, dead or not?"

The little beggar frowned, and put his hand down to test it.

"I can really live!"

The little beggar cursed, then squatted down and fed the water in the bowl into the old monk's mouth.

Little by little, go straight in.

I accidentally wasted a little bit of it.

"It's a pity, it's a pity!"

The little beggar shook his head again and again.

After feeding a small half bowl of water, I saw that the old monk suddenly coughed.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem, ......"

The old monk opened his eyes weakly and said.

"Thank you... Little donor......"