When the little beggar went to town with the village horse caravan, it was already two days later. The little beggar was a little confused, but the old man told him that when the time came, he arranged a convoy to send him away. The little beggar walked during the day, and Granny Gu gave him the shoes that had been sewn for many days, and Chen Fatty prepared a lot of food for him that could be stored, and carried a small bag. Qi Xiaoxiao didn't come to the school for the past two days, and I heard the Tong brothers say that it was locked for his father.

The little beggar walking on the road turned his head several times, looking at the village that had just woken up, and felt a little indescribable. He brought the small flower, and the big flower said that it was for the old head's teaching money, and the old head accepted it with a smile. But in fact, the real teaching money is still the little beggar who took the pen crookedly and forcibly wrote the word "thank you", sandwiched it in a pile of paper and returned it to the old head. There are some things he doesn't dare to say.

After getting along for more than ten days, the little beggar left, and everyone's hearts became a little empty, and the old head waited until they couldn't see the convoy that sent the little beggar away, and they were still standing.

"There aren't many people like him in this world. The old head looked in the direction of the departing horses, and said in a deep voice, "simple and cunning, bright and dark. ”

"Do you know who brought him here?"

The old head shook his head.

"And you still teach him?"

"The world is unified, there is no class. It's you, who haven't done that needlework for years. ”

"The female celebrities in the world are much more selfish than Taoism. I kind of remembered him. The ancient mother-in-law looked at the distant mountains with vicissitudes of life, and gradually revealed a look of memory, with a lot of painful taste. Seeing this, the ancient head on the side also sighed heavily.

The verdant mountains and forests outline the sky. Birds fly leisurely and happily between the two mountains, chirping, and rising in flocks early. The thin water that flowed down from Nanxi Mountain slowly passed through the village and flowed to the town in the distance.

The little beggar walked with the horse team for two days, but the journey was smooth and smooth, and he no longer had to be as worried as he was when he crossed the mountains and forests. In time for the last touch of the sun in the evening of the next day, I entered the town of Lizi. After entering the town, the little beggar naturally separated from the horse team in the village, and hurriedly walked towards the north gate of the town, intending to find a remote alley on the north side of the town to stay for one night, and leave from the north tomorrow morning to find the old man.

But just after entering an alley, there was a sound of punching and kicking around the corner, and the little beggar hurriedly found a corner to hide, and his eyes became a little gloomy. As soon as he heard the voice, the little beggar understood what was going on, for he had heard this voice countless times and grieved countless times in the years he had lived.

It was only when the beating in the alley gradually subsided, and the sound of unbearable sobbing also entered the ears of the little beggar, and then he heard a group of footsteps walking past him for a long time before he dared to get his head out of the pile of rubble. The little beggar quietly looked down the alley where the sobs had come from, his eyes were calm and a little gloomy.

It caught my eye on a little beggar in the same tattered clothes, estimated to be about the same age as himself, and shrunk in the corner of the dead alley tremblingly, hugging his knees and burying his head tightly in front of his chest. The little beggar stood at the mouth of the alley for a long time, and then slowly walked over and sat down beside the helpless figure.

Probably sensing that someone was coming, the figure lying on his stomach tightened his head again, did not dare to raise it, and the hand holding his clothes and pants became more and more forceful, bruised. It wasn't until he waited for a long time and didn't see his fists and feet coming, so he raised his eyes slightly and looked at the little beggar beside him. The two poor men looked at each other like this, without words, and the alley seemed a little too quiet, but both seemed to see themselves in each other's eyes.

"Here you go. After being silent for a long time, the little beggar untied the cloth bag behind him, took out a large cake and handed it over. But before the dirty hand on the other side could react, he hurriedly retracted again, broke off half of it, and handed the other half over.

Looking at the little beggar who was looking at him with a smile, the tattered figure was stunned, and suddenly reached out and grabbed the flatbread and hid it in his clothes. Seeing this, the little beggar didn't doubt, and broke off half of his cake and handed it over, smiling. The tattered figure then took the cake handed by the little beggar and gnawed it, and the little beggar took the other quarter, grinned, and smiled a little stupidly. The two of them did not speak, and watched quietly as the sun faded to its last rays.

"My name is Flower Beggar, what about you?"

"I ...... Everyone else called me a little beggar. ”

As soon as the tattered figure finished speaking, the little beggar burst out laughing, "The little beggar is not a name. I'm also a little beggar, and I took my name myself. ”

"Then me, my name is chicken legs!" The tattered figure suddenly said a little excited, and a little shy, "I see that those rich guys eat chicken legs, and I want to be like them." ”

Looking at the cheerful face of the "chicken leg", the little beggar smiled, looked up and thought: "Then my name is herring." The fish grilled by the old flowers is the best, and I grilled it not badly. ”

The "chicken leg" next to him also laughed: "I still want to call flatbread, steamed buns, and rice noodles...... Change the name every day. ”

The moonlight slouched, shining quietly and contently through the narrow sky of the alley, on the two little beggars. The evening stars in the night sky, small and bright, each one is a little beggar, smiling brightly.

The town was quiet, and the sound of the firewood doors of each family could be heard in the deep alleys, echoing leisurely. At this time, the sound of the acquaintance in the tree will be heard far and wide, and the whole summer night will be called sweet. The wild boar cubs also lay quietly beside the two little beggars, as if listening to the happiest story in the midst of suffering.

"Who are you talking about?"

"It's an old beggar, my most important man, and so is the yellow dog. The little beggar smiled and said proudly.

"My old beggar died, he was beaten to death. The eyes of the chicken leg suddenly showed a deep sadness, and the little beggar fell silent. If these little beggars on the street were not depressed due to war and famine, they could only be raised by kind-hearted old beggars, otherwise they would never have lived to such an old age.

"Why don't I take you to find Lao Hua, he is very good at stealing, and I will let him teach you too. ”

"Is that okay?" a ray of light bloomed in the dim gaze of the chicken leg, shining.

"Well, we'll go together tomorrow. ”

......

The moonlit night was heavy, but the meeting of two poor people was so happy. The little beggar is very happy, happier than when he was with Chen Fat, although it was just a short time, but the feeling of the chicken leg was different from Qi Xiaoxiao's, it was a kind of kindness connected to the same fate, and the feeling that Chen Fat Meat brought to them was a little difficult to understand, he didn't understand.

The two tattered men talked a lot, counted all the food they had seen over and over again, and yearned for a better future. The little beggar said that in the future, they would call them brothers in the same school, and the chicken leg didn't understand what it meant, but he also laughed. The two chatted so much that the north and the south of the world were reversed, and then they fell asleep with the moonlight, and there was still joy hidden in their dreams.

The moonlit night was beautiful and quiet, and the two little beggars were warm, but life was bitter.

After most of the night, the chicken leg still did not fall asleep, he waited for the little beggar's breathing to gradually calm down, and after calming down, he waited for a long time, the look of struggle flashed in his eyes over and over again, and finally gritted his teeth, got up secretly, and cautiously took the cloth bag next to the little beggar. He also wanted to take the little piglet away, but he nestled in the arms of the little beggar, and he was afraid of making a noise.

The chicken leg walked gently to the mouth of the alley, glanced back at the little beggar, the rise and fall of his chest was very uncalm, and he retracted the foot that was about to step out. The moonlight is soft and gentle, a little beggar falls asleep quietly in the alley, and another little beggar rolls and rises and falls in the fierce waves of life. The chicken leg struggled in his heart for a long time, and finally turned back to the alley, looked at the little beggar who was sleeping peacefully, and slowly squatted down.

......

A tattered figure disappeared into the moonlit night, and the alley was finally left alone. The chicken leg took the food in the cloth bag and left, and the cloth bag next to the little beggar was still there, empty, only enough to hold the weight of a few steamed buns. The chicken leg that stepped through the mouth of the alley didn't know that under the light moonlight, a crystal teardrop slipped from the corner of the little beggar's eye and dried in the wind. They are all little beggars who are crawling and rolling in life, how dare they sleep peacefully at night? The little beggar's eyes reflected the moonlight, looked at the cloth bag, and did not make a sound.

The future life is very beautiful, the little beggar is looking forward to it, naively thinking that he and the chicken leg will be the same brother, and the old flower will become the head of the beggar gang, and there is a large group of little beggars under his hands, but he wanders freely and satisfied. But after all, the reality of life is too heavy, the future is illusory and beautiful, where can you deceive the temptation in front of you, who is not called Hanako who has not walked through the cold thorn bushes? The little beggar woke up early, but he didn't open his eyes, this time he didn't dare, he was like a chicken leg, he suddenly burst out in his heart several times, he wanted to open his eyes, but he didn't want to see the bright moonlight, he only felt that his heart was blocked, but he didn't blame the chicken leg.

In the lonely alley, the poor man opened his eyes and watched the sky gradually turn white from the night, carrying a small cloth bag with a few steamed buns on his back, carrying the wild boar cubs out of the town and heading north.

The chicken thighs should be called flatbread today...... He has many names, but there is only one little beggar, Hua Qizi, and occasionally changes his surname, because he reads in the novel, saying that the heroes who walk the rivers and lakes and cross the green forest have to use pseudonyms, so as not to be caught up by the enemy. The little beggar said that his name was herring, but he was not a fish after all, and the fish in the water would not shed tears, but he would be a little beggar. The fish in the water will not be remembered for a long time, but his little beggar will always remember. The fish in the water could not blink, but his little beggar would close his eyes sadly.