Fuchen walked aimlessly on the street alone, unconsciously it was already dark, and he also walked from the north city to the south city, I don't know how many miles I walked, and I couldn't count how much prosperity I saw.

At this time, some shops on the street have begun to close, and the lights slowly illuminate Dongning City in the dark night, and the fireworks and willow alleys are better than the day.

Fuchen has also changed from the idea of looking for a job to finding a place to sleep.

Finally found an ordinary inn, stood in front of the door, and found the few pieces of silver on his body.

Look down and count, seven.

Fuchen glanced at the inn, turned his head and walked to the side.

After a long time, Fuchen saw a deserted City God Temple from a distance, and walked over with a quick pace.

When I walked up the steps to the door, I heard a burst of laughter inside.

Looking inside, I saw a few beggars playing with a seven or eight-year-old child.

Fuchen retracted his right foot, which was about to step forward, and retreated down the steps in disappointment.

When I was about to go in any other direction, I heard a rumbling sound in my stomach.

Helplessly, Zhizhi sat down on the side of the steps, took out a baked biscuit from his backpack, and bit it dryly.

After biting half of it, he took it back, and looked at the round and big moon in the sky with his chapped lips, his eyes slowly moistened.

The huge moon shone on the white wall in front of the City God Temple, and the floating dust unconsciously closed its eyes in the moonlight.

After a while, Fuchen felt a giant pull his face up, and the higher he was lifted, his face became more and more painful.

Fuchen suddenly struggled, and his eyes opened suddenly.

At this time, what caught my eye was a round face, big eyes staring straight at herself, and the other party's chubby hand was still pinching her face, this was a little girl.

And the little girl was obviously so frightened by the floating dust that she didn't react at once, and kept it as she was.

Fuchen saw that it was a little girl, and his vigilance was relaxed.

Just as she was about to greet the little girl, the little girl's originally calm face slowly frowned and pursed her mouth.

A loud cry of "wow" broke the silence of the night, and the little girl ran into the Chenghuang Temple without looking back.

"Hey!"

It was too late for Fuchen to reach out to stop the little girl.

Fuchen stretched out his hand and didn't put it down in embarrassment.

The people in the house listened to the little girl's cry, and the peace was instantly broken.

After a while of excitement inside, a group of people rolled up their sleeves, picked up all kinds of guys and walked out angrily, and immediately surrounded the floating dust.

"That's the black boy, right?" said a strong man looking at the floating dust.

"He's the only one here, for sure. ”

"If you don't look good, you might be a trafficker!"

"Hit him. A group of people instantly became angry.

"Stop. ”

Fuchen was squatting on the ground with his head in his hands, some people were about to step on it, and some people were about to swing a stick to hit it, when a heavy and powerful voice came from behind.

The person who was doing the work immediately stopped when he heard the sound, and turned to look at the voice.

I saw an old beggar dressed in tatters and with a raunchy beard approaching.

Everyone consciously let a way out.

"Lao Liu, this person is a trafficker who wants to deceive us Xiaoqing. ”

The strong man touched the back of his head and said with a grin at the old beggar.

"How do you know?"

The old beggar glanced at it and said to the strong man.

"Xiaoqing went in crying!" said the strong man without thinking.

"That's right, Xiaoqing just went in crying. ”

"Xiaoqing is always sad when she cries. ”

"Even if he's not a human trafficker, he's not a good person. ”

"Dare to bully our Xiaoqing and beat him to death. ”

After the strong man finished speaking, the people around him said one after another.

Xiaoqing stood behind the old beggar, tugged at the old beggar's pants, and secretly poked out a big head, looking around.

"Xiaoqing, is that so?"

The old beggar carried the little girl's clothes by the collar and lifted her out.

The little girl lowered her head and kicked the ground with one small foot, a little embarrassed to look at everyone.

"Xiaoqing, did he bully you, tell your aunt, and your aunt will help you teach him a lesson. ”

A woman who looked like an aunt squatted down and hugged the little girl and said.

Under the moonlight, the surroundings were quiet, and after waiting for a while, the little girl did not make a sound.

"Xiaoqing, hurry up. ”

The old monk urged.

"I saw him asleep...... I pinched his face......"

The little girl said softly, still keeping her head down.

The people around who were going to do it embarrassedly took back the guy and looked around with a smile for a while.

"You, you. ”

The aunt touched the little girl's head and said.

"When he woke up, he opened his eyes, and he scared me so much. ”

The little girl raised her head and pointed to the floating dust, then spread her hands to indicate that it was very big, and after speaking, she lay on the aunt and buried her head in it.

"That, I'm sorry, little brother. ”

The strong man smiled and picked up the floating dust, patted the dust on his body for him, and said embarrassedly.

Naturally, everyone didn't take Xiaoqing's words seriously, and they all apologized to Fuchen, and they immediately became very harmonious from the previous nervousness.

"Why are you asleep here. ”

The old beggar asked without changing his face.

"I didn't have money to stay in the guest house, so I fell asleep here when I was tired. ”

Fuchen broke away from the crowd and bowed to the old beggar, answering the old beggar's words.

"If you don't mind, just come in and rest, just find a place for yourself. ”

After the old beggar finished speaking, he walked towards the City God Temple, and everyone also enthusiastically pulled the floating dust inside.

In the next few days, Fuchen made his home in the City God Temple.

When the little girl saw the dust, she hid, sometimes behind the pillars and behind the door, sticking out her head to look at the dust.

And whenever Fuchen greeted him, he immediately ran away.

I don't know if it's shy, scared, or embarrassed.

In the past few days, Fuchen has often looked for places where he can work to support himself, and has visited all the places he can visit nearby, but he has been disappointed every time.

When Fuchen comes back at night, he will bring some steamed buns, baked cakes and other food to share with everyone, and sometimes when he sees everyone on the street, he buys food and sits down next to him to have a meal together.

One day, Fuchen saw a group of children buying rock sugar gourds on the street, remembering the misunderstanding with the little girl, and hiding from himself for the past few days.

With the little money he had, he bought a stick for the little girl, wrapped it in oiled paper, and brought it back.

When I returned to the City God Temple in the evening, the little girl who was sitting in the lobby chatting with everyone saw that the dust was coming, so she ran behind the pillar and got up.

Everyone looked at the flustered little girl, and then looked at the floating dust at the door, and immediately laughed, and the floating dust was also used to it, and found a place to sit down next to everyone.

After sitting down, Fuchen carefully took out two packets of oiled paper from his arms, and handed the square-shaped bag wrapped in steamed buns to the people around him, and everyone was not polite to share them.

Finally, a steamed bun slipped and handed it to Fuchen, who shook his hand to indicate that he had eaten it.

Then when the little girl looked at the steamed buns under the big head that poked out, she slowly opened herself and opened the long oil paper.

What caught my eye was a circle of red glowing rock sugar gourds, one by one worn on a wooden skewer, and the sugar gourds were also dotted with sesame seeds, which was very attractive and attractive.

When the little girl saw the rock sugar gourd, her big eyes widened, her small mouth tightened, and she swallowed her saliva.

Fuchen rolled his eyes, looked at the little girl behind the pillar, and smiled lightly at the corner of his mouth.

Then he put the sugar gourd to his mouth, opened his mouth wide, and deliberately shouted "ah".

put it in her mouth for a long time, but she still didn't see any movement from the little girl, just staring at the sugar gourd in her hand.

I had no choice but to put down the sugar gourd, looked in the direction of the little girl, and stretched out the rock sugar gourd to the little girl.

"Do you want to eat it?"

Fuchen shook the sugar gourd in his hand and said to the little girl.

The little girl hesitated for a moment, then slowly shuffled over.

Fuchen stuffed the sugar gourd into the little girl's hand, and the little girl slowly ate it next to Fuchen for the first time.

After a long time, the little girl finally finished eating the sugar gourd, and then added the signature, sweet and happy.

The little girl finally looked back at the dust

"Big brother, can't you eat?"

The little girl asked, looking at Fuchen with wide eyes.

Fuchen looked at the little girl with a serious look, and immediately became embarrassed, thinking to himself.

"Ask me when you're done?"

"I don't eat it, my big brother has eaten it. ”

But since the little girl asked so, she still said comfortingly.

"We will be friends in the future, you can call me Xiaoqing, you look so dark, I'll call you Brother Xiaohei. ”

The little girl got up, straightened her waist, patted her chest, and said like a little adult.

At this time, the floating dust was already full of black lines, although it was dark and could not be seen.

"Little Black, hahaha, that's a good name. ”

The people next to him also burst into laughter.

Fuchen's face was even darker.

Everyone chatted with each other, Xiaoqing was also more active than usual, and after a long time, probably tired, he sat next to the floating dust, holding his chin with both hands and looking at the rock sugar gourd on the ground in a daze.

"Xiaoqing, haven't you eaten enough?"

Fuchen looked at the little girl and asked with concern.

"I'm full, but I won't have anything to eat tomorrow, I knew I should have left one, no, I should have left half of it. ”

The more Xiaoqing spoke, the more unhappy she became, and she didn't look back and continued to stare at the sticks on the ground.

"Then I'll buy it for you tomorrow. ”

Fuchen touched Xiaoqing's head and said with a smile.

"Okay, okay, but tomorrow I want mung bean cake. ”

Xiaoqing turned to look at Fuchen and replied happily.

"Good!"

Xiaoqing heard a satisfactory answer, and at some point a roasted steamed bun appeared in his hand and was gnawing on it.

The relationship between Fuchen and Xiaoqing finally eased, but Xiaoqing's screaming from time to time made Fuchen very annoyed, but over time he got used to it.

After all, this chubby and cute little girl is everyone's sweetheart.

Fuchen walked out of the yard and walked in the direction of home.