"Grab the mud swallow mouth, sharpen the iron needle, scrape the gold Buddha face and search carefully, and find something out of nothing. ”

"Quails look for peas, herons split their legs, and mosquitoes dig fat in their bellies. ”

"It's a loss to the old man!"

A dazzling sword light appeared in front of Drunken Taiping's eyes, white and translucent, and instantly soaked the entire eyes.

Then, in front of his eyes, the peach blossoms in the sky turned into flying snow, falling from the sky one by one.

Suddenly, it was already a turning star.

When he came back to his senses, Zui Taiping found that he was standing at a familiar street intersection, surrounded by a forest of pavilions and universes, pedestrians on the street, shouting and selling, and a scene of singing and dancing.

The fly in the ointment was that snow was falling in the sky.

In front of a grand gate, there is also an old beggar with greasy hair and a sloppy face, who is sitting on the steps wrapped in a rag cotton jacket, with a missing porcelain bowl in front of him, and a wooden chopstick between the index finger and thumb of his right hand, knocking again and again like a monk chanting.

In his mouth, he was still singing that little song.

One after another, with a southerner accent, it sounds a little funny.

But it clearly reached the ears of Drunk Taiping.

He turned and looked at the old beggar in a daze, his vision suddenly blurred.

Over here......

Is it the streets of Tai'an?

Drunk Taiping had this thought in his heart, and then he was startled, and began to shake his head and look around.

In the midst of the heavy snow, he was the only one standing in the middle of the street in a light single coat, looking around like a fool, and it seemed so out of place, but no one was strange about what he was doing, or that the thin man in the snow was a non-existent man.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the crowd.

Drunk Taiping followed the prestige.

The red-faced vendors and pawns on the side of the street also turned their eyes over, and in the Qinglou taverns on both sides, there were also good deeds dangling wine glasses in their hands, poking their heads out curiously and dropping their eyes.

I saw that in a corner, several men were beating a person who was kneeling on the ground with his chest in his arms, and his figure should be a child less than ten years old. The child was lightly dressed and thin, and endured the punches and kicks of the crowd, not moving or saying a word.

The beaters shouted and cursed: "Let you steal! Let you steal! If you don't learn well at a young age, you learn to steal things! If your parents don't teach you, Lao Tzu will educate them well!"

Not far away, everyone began to talk.

Someone whispered, "Isn't that the old money from selling steamed buns? What's the matter, making such a big fuss?" ”

Another replied, "It seems that the kid stole the buns he sold...... Hawkers, doing this kind of thing at such a young age really deserves to be beaten!"

"But this is also a little ruthless, such a small baby, how can he withstand the beating of a few adults!"

At first, the man said disdainfully: "If it doesn't hurt, it will be a long memory, these petty thieves have to be taught a good lesson!"

He paused, and then changed his words and said: "Speaking of which, we are the capital here, at the foot of the Son of Heaven, are there too many beggars nearby?

The second person did not answer directly, and was silent for a long time before he sighed: "In this world, I have seen a lot, and I am used to it, and these displaced people who have poured into the capital from all over the world can't be refused...... In the end, it will become like this, and it is not caused by the sale of officials!"

"Shhhhh

The man said angrily: "What's the wrong thing! Emperor Wu didn't give us businessmen a way to live, so we had to pay for the officials to seek refuge." In fact, they don't sell to us for business, but in essence, the money is still ours! Your Majesty wants money to restore national strength, and the landlords and powerful people want money to become officials, where does this money come from? We can't make something out of nothing, can we?"

At this point, he paused, his eyes were complicated, and he fell on a man who was hurrying to this place, and closed his mouth and said no more.

"Uncles, don't, don't fight!"

In the middle of the crowd, a middle-aged man in simple clothes and a vegetable face rushed to the corner panting, pleading with the adult who was still beating the child, and then he stepped forward and took the other man's arm, trying to stop him, but because he was too thin or for some other reason, he was gently pushed and fell to the side.

No one paid any attention to her.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man lay on the ground on all fours, rushed through the gap between the legs of several people to block the child, protected him in his arms, closed his eyes and endured the fists and kicks falling like rain, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Masters, please, don't fight, you will die!"

After that, the man's cheek was kicked, and when his ears were dizzy, he heard someone scolding: "Are you his father? Die? What are you doing alive like you moths? Dead will die! If you are so lazy, if you die early, find a rich and noble family to be reincarnated!"

The man who was beating scolded fiercely, but even so, his feet were still a little lighter.

The middle-aged man didn't care about the pain, and kowtowed desperately and said, "Yes, yes, yes! The uncles taught him a lesson! But the child is not sensible, please give him a chance and spare him!"

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

The sound of his head hitting the ground, but for some reason it was so loud, and the sound drowned out the noisy street market.

Drunk Taiping was stunned, looking at this scene with a dull gaze.

The snow-covered road was instantly dyed red.

"Forget it, forget it. ”

"Old money, forget it, we've been in business for so many years, no one has seen it, just give it a beating, don't worry too much. ”

"Yes, if someone really dies, you can't explain it, right?"

Seeing this, others also opened their mouths to persuade.

The man at the head stopped his movements, took a few breaths, and then spat at the two people on the ground as if he was still puzzled, and scolded: "This time it's your fate, don't let Lao Tzu see me next time!"

The middle-aged man continued to kowtow: "Yes, yes!

The besiegers cursed angrily a few times, and then put down their rolled up sleeves and turned away with a mutter.

Seeing this, the people who watched the excitement lost their interest, or sighed, laughed, or expressionless, and gradually dispersed, leaving only the figure of the middle-aged man kneeling on the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

In a short time, it was covered in snow.

Drunk Taiping still looked at them in a daze.

"Daddy......"

A childish voice suddenly came from his arms.

The middle-aged man straightened up as if he had woken up, he stared at the half-squinted son, who was already blue and swollen, and a burst of anger jumped up, and he raised his hand and slapped him.

"Stinky boy, you don't want to die! I don't remember teaching you to steal things!"

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and looked fierce, but after the chapter was fanned out, he immediately realized that he had taken too heavy a blow, and his expression melted, his eyebrows furrowed, and his eyes were full of sadness.

There was blood spilling from the corner of the child's mouth, but he didn't care, trembling his hands, and took out a full and white bun from his arms, and the surface was still exuding curling heat.

He handed it to the middle-aged man and squeezed out an innocent smile: "Dad, this is for you." ”

The middle-aged man's expression suddenly turned to sadness and anger, he was angry, raised his hand and fanned the bun to the ground, and scolded: "You just go and steal this! A bun! I almost lost my life! Is it worth it!"

Seeing this, the child was shocked, broke free from the man's arms, rushed to the place where he fell and hurriedly picked up the bun, held it with both hands, blew away the snow stained on the surface, and said distressedly: "Dad, it's going to be cold." ”

"You!" the man struggled to get up, but the little hand holding the bun trembled again and handed it to him.

"Dad, your body is sick, just eating grass roots and wild vegetables, you can't get better...... I heard that Mr. Yang loves the buns in this shop the most, and if a big family like Mr. Yang likes something, it must be a good thing, if you eat it, maybe you will be cured of your illness, and you will have the strength to work. ”

The child smiled and said, "When the time comes, we can go back to work for Master Yang's house, and then we will have food and money." When you have the money, you can find your mother back......"

Smack.

The middle-aged man looked at his son in a daze, endless sourness welled up, his mouth opened slightly, he wanted to say something, but he couldn't open his mouth, only his vision became more and more blurred.

And the smile was innocent: "Dad, you don't feel sorry for yourself, don't take care of yourself, ...... in the future No one will hurt me. ”

And those tears finally broke the embankment.

"Woo!"

The middle-aged man held his son in his arms, stroked the swollen face that was slapped by his palm, and wept: "I'm sorry, it's my dad who is useless, it's my dad who is useless......"

"It's useless to blame Dad!"

The emotions that had been suppressed for a long time erupted, and the middle-aged man's voice became even sadder, crying loudly.

Some people are crying, some people are laughing.

The child's smile grew, and the bun in his hand was handed to the man's mouth, and he said in a weak voice: "Dad, eat it quickly, it's cold, but it's not delicious......"

The middle-aged man opened his mouth and took a bite gently, but he couldn't taste anything other than saltiness.

The buns have long been cold, but the tears that fall on them are hot.

"Daddy, is it delicious?" the child looked up, but he couldn't see his father's expression.

The man nodded, unable to sob.

"It smells so good. ”

The line of sight was blurred again.

Drunk Taiping rubbed his eyes vigorously, but he couldn't see anything in front of him except for the white.

In a trance, he vaguely saw that the snow in the sky was falling heavier and heavier, and the people in front of him were getting farther and farther away, until his eyes were completely filled with a touch of snow white, and in the blink of an eye, he had turned into dust.