Song Huiya took the little beggar around and around and turned into an abandoned old mansion.

The fence in the courtyard collapsed and overgrown with weeds. The beams were covered with cobwebs, and the windows were dismantled, and the ruined temple outside the city was as cold as the one outside the city.

Song Huiya found a corner and sat down, and advised: "You have fried the medicine, the stove and water are in the courtyard." ”

After saying this, she had completely lost her strength, closed her eyes and left her alone.

When Song Huiya woke up again, the dilapidated house was still the dilapidated house with air leaks on all sides.

Unexpectedly, the unruly little beggar didn't leave this time, and was squatting in the open space in the middle to light the fire, not knowing what he was scolding, and fanning the wind in her direction with both hands together.

The firewood was not dry enough, and the white smoke was billowing and choking.

The strong smell of medicine filled the cold windows and frozen walls, and it was a bitterness that the ubiquitous cold wind could not dissipate.

Song Huiya coughed lightly, the little beggar heard the movement, immediately stopped moving, glanced up at her, saw that she was sweating profusely, shortness of breath, casually reversed the position, fanned the thicker and thicker smoke to the door, and shirked the responsibility: "I didn't mean it, woman!" I've never decocted medicine in my life, and I'm already serious about showing you fire! ”

Song Huiya covered his mouth and nose with his sleeves, leaned on his sword, and said casually: "Really? Are you so pathetic? ”

The little beggar had never been so sincere, and cried out with a bitter face: "Yes, I am miserable! I haven't had any good luck in my life! ”

Song Huiya sat by the wall, silent, thinking about many things, only to feel that everything was empty and too unreal. In a churning mood, he hugged the long sword in his hand again.

The little beggar was tired, sat on the ground, and felt out his notched wooden bowl from behind him. ”

Song Huiya said: "Yes." Thanks a lot. ”

"Thank you...... How fresh. The little beggar muttered and poured out the medicine and brought it to Song Huiya. Seeing that Song Huiya raised his head to drink, the little beggar said half-truthfully: "I poisoned it inside." ”

Song Huiya glanced at her, ignored it, drank it in a big gulp, and handed the bowl back.

The little beggar snorted boredly. Turning and swaggering away, he lay down on the weedy pile opposite, pillowed his arms, crossed his right leg, and let out a long sigh.

Song Huiya didn't know what time it was, he had slept for a while, he was in a lot of energy, he couldn't hear the noisy noise of the little beggar, but he was a little unaccustomed to it, and took the initiative to talk: "Are you resenting me for scolding you before?" ”

The little beggar pulled out two weeds, knitted them in his hand, and replied distractedly, "Don't dare." What is it to be scolded for two sentences? Anyway, I grew up being scolded since I was a child. ”

That's holding a grudge.

Song Huiya pondered for a moment, and suddenly asked: "Little sparrow, if one day, many people shout and want to kill you, and you have killed many people and have a lot of trouble, will you be afraid?" ”

After saying that, Song Huiya regretted it, feeling that he was probably very ill, and asked such a question.

I only heard the little finch reply without hesitation: "Then what am I afraid of them doing?" It's because they're afraid of me! ”

Song Huiya smiled, feeling that the residual bitter medicine in his mouth had faded a little.

"How old are you?"

The little beggar raised his hand sorely, turned over, and said, "Maybe it's nine years, maybe it's only seven years." I'll have to ask the mother who gave birth to me. ”

Song Huiya was silent for a while before asking, "Do you want to learn well?" ”

"What does it mean to learn well?" The little beggar raised his head and asked excitedly, "Do you want to teach me martial arts?" ”

Song Huiya smiled and said, "Teach you the truth first." ”

"Is there money to learn the truth? If you don't have it, you don't learn. The little beggar said, "As long as I have money, I will be the most reasonable and good man in the world!" It's the same as that Lord Shemon. ”

Song Huiya closed his eyes: "Forget it, when I didn't say it." ”

"Don't! I used to think I was a bad person, but now that I saved you, I feel like I'm actually a good person again. The little beggar lay on the ground, looked at her with his cheeks in his hands, and smiled and asked, "Woman, I can be regarded as a life-saving grace for you, right?" ”

Song Huiya ruthlessly broke through: "You don't really want to save me." You just didn't kill me. Unexpectedly, I met someone who was more ruthless than you. You must regret it in your heart, right? ”

The little beggar felt bored, grabbed a handful of hay and covered his head, turned his back to her, and said, "Woman, I'm going to sleep." Life is hard, and I can only rely on falling asleep to fight hunger. Even if I die, no one will give me a decoction. ”

She shouted a few words resentfully, and when she couldn't wait for Song Huiya to talk, she really fell asleep.

The next day, before dawn, I woke up to a hoarse shout.

She rarely slept in the city for fear of being woken up in the middle of the night. The empty house in the city that can shelter from the rain has never been her turn to stay overnight.

If it was just another outcast, at most they would drive her away. If you meet the officials in the city, you can't escape a beating.

The little beggar rubbed her eyes, looked to the other side, and found that Song Huiya was also looking at her. I don't know if I just woke up, or if I just sat there for half a night.

The little beggar cheered up and said in a ghostly manner: "Hero, are you hungry?" Why don't I buy you something to eat? ”

"Hungry." Song Huiya said calmly, "But I don't have any money." Yesterday's last coin, I lost you that steamed bun. ”

The little beggar grinned sarcastically, "Then I'll help you beg for food?" You've been sitting here, and I'll look to see if there are any good Samaritans today. Or maybe you are blessed with all the heavens, begging God to give you more silver, so that I can also stain it. ”

She patted her ass and stood up, gathered the scattered hay with her feet, and listened to Song Huiya say critically: "But I don't like to eat what others give away." ”

The little beggar turned his head in disbelief, looked at Song Huiya for a long time, and confirmed that she was not joking, and then choked again: "Then I'll go to the inn restaurant and turn over a table of big fish and meat for you?" ”

Song Huiya shook his head, as if he was making a serious choice: "I don't like to eat what others have eaten." ”

The little beggar couldn't bear it anymore, and asked with a stiff smile: "What do you want to eat?" ”

Song Huiya said with a smile: "Steamed buns, with a bowl of white porridge, it is best to add an egg." ”

The little beggar was just about to get angry and scolded her for being crazy, but Song Huiya pointed at her and said, "You go and earn money." ”

"Me?" The little beggar almost jumped to his feet, his nose fluttered, and he shouted, "If I can make money, I won't be living on the streets, and I will be a little flower!" ”

Song Huiya said calmly: "How could it be? Think again. Running errands, delivering letters, finding people, collecting medicine. There's always something you can do. ”

The little beggar subconsciously asked, "As long as you can make money?" ”

Song Huiya saw through her plan at a glance, and asked casually: "Do you want to help the people in the city find Song Huiya?" ”

The little beggar was in a trance for a while, thinking that she was going to sacrifice herself, and her voice lowered: "Then can I find her?" ”

Song Huiya smiled with a smile on his face: "Before you find her, you may have to look for your head all over the ground." ”

Little beggar: "......"

The little beggar's expression changed unpredictably, he gritted his teeth and laughed dryly, but he still said in a dying struggle: "Hero, are you kidding?" ”

"I'm not joking with you in general." Song Huiya's expression was also a little more serious, "Have you ever heard of a sentence?" The wicked have their own grinding. Unfortunately, I'm one. ”

She got up with her long sword, walked up to the little beggar, looked at her condescendingly, and said, "Otherwise, you can do things for me." I will not treat you badly, but I will give you twice the price. ”

The little beggar shouted, "Who are you fooling? Don't you run out of money?! ”

Song Huiya said as a matter of course: "I can pick it up." ”

"Pick it up?" The little beggar was short of breath and laughed angrily, "You're robbing, right?" You didn't let me rob it yesterday! ”

Song Huiya said flatly: "That's my business." It's not up to you. ”

The little beggar consciously tasted the warmth and coldness of human affection, but he had never seen such an outrageous person.

Song Huiya wanted to discipline her, which made her unbearable than bullying her. There was an indescribable panic in my heart. She was so panicked that she was at a loss.

"You want to teach me?" The little beggar's head was swollen, and at one moment there were some ugly swear words, the next with some vicious curses, and at least there was a hint of instinctive fear to contain it, and at last he just cried out, "I don't need it!" ”

Song Huiya looked at her fixedly, until her face turned pale, and her lips trembled and she looked away, and then she spoke: "Didn't you say that if you were rich, you would be even kinder than Xie Zhongchu?" Why am I willing to give you this opportunity, and you don't need it? ”

The little beggar was silent.

Song Huiya stopped looking at her, walked to the door and said to himself: "Sun's pharmacy in the north of the city, I greeted the shopkeeper there. You go and help with the apprenticeship. If you don't do it well, he can hit you; Well done, and he will pay you. ”

The sunlight outside the door shone on the little beggar's feet, and she looked at her red and swollen toes peeking out of the hole, and she was stunned.

So much so that Song Huiya's voice in his ears became blurred.

"I know you're pitiful, little finch, for everyone has their own way. My chance to meet you may only be this once. It's up to you to decide whether to go or not. ”