The sound of gongs and drums was bursting, and the applause shook the sky.

Chen Ping and the three of them came to the front and stood firm, and finally saw the performance of the juggling class clearly.

The performances are really exciting, and there's a lot of variety.

There are children dressed in colorful clothes, playing with colored balls on ropes, flying up and down from time to time, and their bodies are flexible like squirrels.

The little girl who performed the top bowl stunt was already standing on top of the two-story human tower at this time, standing upside down and rolling the porcelain bowls on her toes.

Ye Chongwen and He Qingxuan watched the juggling intently, and from time to time they expressed their heartfelt admiration and exclamations at a certain exciting and dangerous action.

Only Chen Ping turned his gaze to the bearded middle-aged man holding a long whip after watching the juggling a few times.

This person is supposed to be the head of the juggling class, and he is whipping a whip and directing the children to perform.

Everything seemed normal, but the careful Chen Ping quickly noticed that something was wrong.

The children in the juggling class seemed to be very weak and yellow-skinned, and they smeared a thin layer of cheap white powder on their faces.

The crowd around was cheering for the wonderful performance, and no one paid attention to it.

It is not surprising if the income of the troupe is unstable and the food is not good enough, resulting in a thin body.

But in this juggling team, there is something abnormal.

The class master was dressed in a Shu brocade robe, wearing a silk silk head, a fat head and a big face were shiny, and the types of utensils in the entire juggling class were quite rich.

All of this shows that the income of this juggling class is quite good.

At least not to go hungry.

But if you look at those children again, you will find that they are not only extremely thin, but also inadvertently show the shocking scars on their arms and legs.

The sharp-eyed Chen Ping also found that some of them had added a few faint blood marks to the old scabs.

This is the trace of an old wound that has not healed, and a new wound has been added.

Seeing this, Chen Ping was no longer interested in the wonderful juggling, and ignored the bursts of applause around him, looking out of place in the enthusiastic crowd.

No one noticed the injuries on the children's bodies, and they were all immersed in the wonderful performance.

The happiness built on pain, Chen Ping is still unwilling to enjoy it with peace of mind.

If he had seen such a tragic situation in his previous life, he would definitely not hesitate to call the police and send the juggling master to the police station.

But it's a different world after all.

There are no refugee hosts, let alone orphanages.

Perhaps for these children, it is already a great gift that someone is willing to give them a bite to eat, and to be able to barely survive.

If they rashly report to the officials, once the juggling class owner is caught, what should they do?

The government has no power to manage it, so they can only leave them to fend for themselves.

Chen Ping squeezed his hands tightly, forcing himself not to be impulsive.

That's when it happened.

The little girl who performed the top bowl seemed to be unable to withstand the long performance, her feet cramped, and the porcelain bowl on her toes trembled violently.

The little girl was in mid-air, and she couldn't get off for a while, and wanted to continue performing, but she couldn't control her legs and feet that were slightly twitching, and she was in a dilemma.

Finally, a porcelain bowl fell to the ground.

"Smack!"

The sound of the porcelain bowl breaking sounded, drawing a burst of boos from the crowd of onlookers.

Many people began to talk to each other, thinking that this was a juggling class whose skills were not good and that they had lost their skills.

The head of the class with a bearded face stared at the little girl viciously, so frightened that the other party didn't dare to shed tears.

The little girl endured the pain, so she had to temporarily insert a few stretching movements to trim it, and then endured the pain and completed one high-intensity action after another with difficulty.

When Chen Ping thought that the convulsions on the little girl's legs had recovered, she finally couldn't hold on any longer.

"Boom la la ......"

The two porcelain bowls fell in succession, shattering in response.

The little girl also fell from mid-air, and her body slammed into the ground.

There was a shout of exclamation from the crowd, and then there was silence.

The other children who were performing seemed to be frightened by this sudden change, and their movements on their hands and feet slowed down slightly.

This time, the class leader's face was completely gloomy.

He didn't scold the little girl in public, but stepped forward and grabbed her hair and quickly dragged her to a secluded place backstage.

A young boy quickly took over the stage, and several others began to perform in an orderly manner.

With a new trick, everyone's attention was diverted, which was considered to have resolved the dilemma of the juggling class.

It's as if nothing had happened before.

It was also at this time that He Qingxuan seemed to have discovered the scars on those children's bodies.

He was stunned for a moment, then the excitement on his face faded, and then he shook his head helplessly.

Ye Chongwen, who was nervous, was still cheerful, and he had long forgotten that he had to go to the teahouse to solve the puzzle.

When He Qing chose to hold him down and wanted to take him out of the crowd, Ye Chongwen was still a little sullen.

muttered: "What's the hurry, such a wonderful juggling is not something you can see every day." ”

"A juggling team, in a town, will stay for three or five days at most, and we won't be able to meet it next time we come out."

Ye Chongwen was too excited, and he didn't notice that Chen Ping and He Qingxuan were all calm.

Chen Ping still couldn't stand it, and said a few words in his ear.

Ye Chongwen was stunned when he heard this, and immediately turned around and carefully observed the arms of those little boys.

After he saw it clearly, he got up and was about to rush in, He Qingxuan hurriedly grabbed the person and pulled him out of the crowd with Chen Ping.

Far away, Ye Chongwen was still saying angrily: "Why are you stopping me, why don't you let me teach that dog thief a lesson?" ”

"There is no royal law, how can you put such a heavy hand on children?"

Ye Chongwen was excited, Chen Ping could only be silent, and even He Qingxuan only shook his head.

said earnestly to Ye Chongwen: "Don't be impulsive, we don't know what the relationship between these children and the class master is." ”

"The three of us kids rushing up in a hurry won't solve anything at all, it will only make a mess of things."

"Besides, whipping an apprentice by the head of the juggling class is not a violation of the law anywhere, we really can't control it! Even the government can't control it! At most, a few words of instruction, after the class master is trained back, he must not retaliate against the child to dissipate his anger. ”

What He Qingxuan said is the most common cognition in this world.

Whether it is a juggling class or a juggling troupe, if they want to pass on that skill, the apprentices will inevitably suffer and suffer.

But this process is inevitable for the inheritance of skills, and outsiders should not interfere.

After He Qingxuan finished explaining, Ye Chongwen also fell silent.

Ye Chongwen, who has been pampered since he was a child and has not suffered much, it is difficult to understand that there are such difficult things in this world.

Some people in the world are not born with enough food and clothing, and they don't even have a roof covered by tiles, so they can only travel around the sky and the earth for the bed.

For some people, dignity and food and clothing must be chosen!

Otherwise, you lose both.

After the silence, Ye Chongwen was also a little interested in the wonderful puzzles in the teahouse.

He Qingxuan still found that the atmosphere was not very good, and he was afraid that what he had just experienced would affect Ye Chongwen's mentality in the future.

Only then did he insist on taking the two of them to a teahouse to change their mood.

The teahouse is still so lively, and the new puzzle of Mr. Storyteller is still half-hidden in the fog, which has attracted many tea customers to meditate.

Only Chen Ping and the three of them looked incompatible with everyone in the teahouse.

Neither applaud nor guess.