Aya lived up to expectations, and after seeing this little blind man, she seemed to be extremely confident, glanced at it lightly, and pouted:

"The Fu family in Jiuqu Lane, called Fu Li, his parents died early, and he followed his uncle and aunt to make a living......"

Then, under Ning Wuxin's surprised gaze, the girl picked and chose to spit out the little girl's life experience.

After the death of her parents, the only meager property was robbed, and it was rumored that she was abused by her lazy aunt and uncle who was addicted to gambling, and the seven-year-old girl, who was not well fed and clothed, had to serve her bloodsucker-like relatives, and was born blind. In Aya's words - life is not as good as a dog, and everyone can step on it.

If it weren't for the young master of a Yuanju family, I am afraid that he would have been thrown into the alley and beaten to death.

It's also a ghost.

It was that day that the lively and lovely, little guy who has always been kind to others, and the little classmates of several schools in Baotong Lane completely turned their faces. The half-grown child, who didn't know what the devil was, rushed into the alley in a daze, and protected the little blind man of the Fu family with a body of pain.

As a result, it was a young man surnamed Mu in Baotong Lane who calmed down at this time.

Ning Wuxin listened like this, nodding his head, but thinking about another thing.

She suddenly remembered that Lu Qingshan had said that Aya was born in Jiuqu Lane, and asked her not to embarrass her.

She smiled softly at the time, how could it be?

yes, how could it be?

Thinking about this, she glanced at Aya quietly.

Meaningful.

......

Jiuqu Lane is not without wells, but this year it has rained a lot, and an old mud house next to the well has fallen into disrepair and collapsed.

Just enough to hold down the well. Until now, no one has been willing to pay for the renovation.

In Aya's words, those dilapidated houses in Jiuqu Lane, the poor jingle sound, and most of them are lazy people, renovating? I'm afraid it's not a dream.

It is estimated that it will be until the government comes forward that the rich are willing to fund the renovation and seek fame.

Therefore, the people of Jiuqu Lane either went around to Baotong Lane, or went to the well of Donglai Street to get water, and then went to Qingshi Lane.

The little girl of the Fu family was born blind, and if she wanted to get a bucket of water smoothly, she would go all the way to Qingshi Lane along Jiuqu Lane.

The road is a little farther, and it is better to go straight without detours, and with her feet, you can get there in a quarter or two hours.

Only the two tired elders in the family are used to cooking, and three or four trips a day can probably be enough for their family to drink.

"It's really pitiful...... Ning Wuxin showed pity, and Aya behind her sneered silently.

said pitiful, but in fact did not move at all.

Hehe, who called her weak?

The two of them just looked at the thin little girl like bean sprouts, carrying a half-human high wooden barrel and thinking about walking into the depths of Bluestone Alley.

In a moment, a few feet away, the door of Yuanju's house "creaked", and a tiger-headed child appeared.

Seven or eight years old, holding a half-person-tall umbrella, also a half-grown child, you can see the eldest child sitting on the stone pier, wearing plain cotton clothes, eleven or twelve years old, the child was suddenly stunned - what I said was heard by the medicine jar of the Ning family?

She squatted in front of her, looking for me to pay an account?

More than ten days ago, the child who was full of a sense of justice stopped at this moment, hesitated for a moment, he decided to step out, as the son of a man, the promise he said would be fulfilled, since he said that he would be the boss of this medicine jar, he would never break his word!

Ning Wuxin heard the sound of the door opening, but he was unmoved, but Aya glanced at it, and then the tiger-headed child approached, cautiously, and stared at her with a little vigilance, "The Ning family's little medicine jar, did you deliberately stop me here?"

Not to mention Ning Wuxin now, even Aya was asked, and Gu is face was suspicious, as if he didn't understand.

The little guy with a tiger head and a tiger brain remembered that he wanted to apologize for the Ning family's small medicine jar and muttered to himself that he wanted to be the boss of others, and he never said it to the owner positively.

All of a sudden, the half-grown child loved face again, and his face suddenly turned red.

He babbled angrily, but in the end, he was right, and said the truth: "Ning family's little medicine jar, do you still remember that more than three months ago, on the side of Anyang Shuangqiao, someone was smashed with a snowball and scared out of an illness?"

Seeing Ning Wuxin nodding, the child took a deep breath and told her that he smashed it, but not on purpose, and then threatened to make amends, saying that he would be Ning Wuxin's boss, and he would be covered by him in the future.

Ning Wuxin couldn't help but laugh, and looked up and down at the tiger-headed child, "Just you, with small arms and small body, should you still cover me? Do you think, should I believe you?" After speaking, she smiled helplessly at Aya, who also couldn't laugh.

As for the "Ning Family's Little Medicine Jar", it is also a well-known nickname in the town, and it is as famous as the little blind man of the Fu family in Jiuqu Lane.

Ning Wuxin already knew that he had only lived for a few hundred years, who would care about this innocuous nickname?

"Do you think I can't do it?"

The little guy immediately felt that the authority of manhood was being challenged.

But against the Ning family's weak little medicine jar, he couldn't prove it, and it was difficult to ride a tiger for a while.

The next moment, he set his eyes on Aya.

Soon, he hesitated again, this ugly girl looks very healthy and resists beating, but how can she be a girl, his dignified son, dignified man, how can he beat a woman?

Just when he was still having a headache how to prove that he was very good, the Ning family's small medicine jar stood up leisurely, patted his buttocks, waved his hand and left.

Before leaving, he left him a sentence, "That's okay, I'll think about it......"

The tone will be skeptical.

The little guy was so angry that his little face was flushed, and his facial features were almost screwed together, what do you call - that's okay, I'll think about it?

This is obviously perfunctory.

The seven or eight-year-old guy also went to school for a few years, and he knew the meaning of these two words very well, and he was even more angry.

Just as he opened his mouth to stop the Ning family's small medicine jar, a muffled bell interrupted his thoughts......