"Little boy, come with me, I'll take you to see the young master, by the way, my name is Feng Yuan, you can call me Uncle Feng in the future." After Wang Qin led the couple away, the person in charge said to Wang Linchuan.

"Well, okay, Uncle Feng, thank you. Wang Linchuan said timidly, Feng Yuan nodded and smiled, and walked in front to lead the way.

In the courtyard of the Luo family, Wang Linchuan saw a young man in Chinese clothes of the same age, the young man was also as tall as him, and he also had oily hair and powdery face, but his eyebrows were much thinner, but his skin was much better and more tender than Wang Linchuan, which was very in line with the appearance of a pampered young master of a rich and noble family.

At this moment, his big eyes were staring at Wang Linchuan intently, and those eyes were a little more heroic.

"What's your name?" the boy asked.

"My name is Wang Linchuan, the 'king' of the big 'king', the 'Lin' who came to 'Lin', the 'Chuan' is the 'Chuan' of the river, what about you?"

"Oh, my name is Luo Hua. Chatting a few words, without the hypocrisy and artificiality of adults, the two exchanged names.

"You will be my scholar in the future, follow Ben Shao, and ensure that no one dares to bully you!"

"By the way, how did you get here?"

"My grandparents brought me here?"

"Is that so, is there anyone else in your family?" Luo Hua asked casually.

"No, just grandparents and me, a total of three. Wang Linchuan said in a low mood, in the past, he saw that others had parents, but he didn't, after asking his grandparents why he didn't have parents, his grandparents always told him that his parents were no longer in the world.

Later, Wang Linchuan finally understood his grandparents' words, but his little heart never had much sadness, but he was occasionally sad.

This feeling of sadness arises especially when someone mentions his parents, or when he sees other children with their parents.

"Oh, that's right, it's okay, then you can stay with me from now on. Luo Hua seems to be wiser than Wang Linchuan, and he no longer mentions Wang Linchuan's family.

"You should have been sold, right?" Luo Hua asked.

My grandparents said they would pick me up in a while. Wang Linchuan said angrily.

"I originally thought that you were sold, some of my servants bought, alas, the poor are really miserable, of course, some parents are even more hateful, actually sell their children, fortunately you are not sold, my father and mother said, will find me a scholar, it turned out to be you, fortunately you are not sold. ”

"What would happen if I sold it?" Wang Linchuan said curiously.

"Then I have to watch out for you, some of the servants who came to my house in the past will run away, but my father sees them as pitiful, and they will go, if only no one is sold on the street, everyone can be with their parents in their own homes, but my father said, this is a sin in the world, as for what sin is, I don't understand it yet. ”

"Oh, so you see your dad is still a good guy?"

"Of course, my father is very tolerant of his servants, but he is very strict with me!" Luo Hua said dissatisfied.

The two teenagers talked back and forth, but the distance between them was much closer.

On the second day, Wang Linchuan wanted to find his grandparents, but Luo Hua always persuaded him not to be sad and enlightened him that his grandparents would come to pick him up one day and take him out to play.

The innocence of young people is always surprising, Wang Linchuan was taken by Luo Hua to play for a few days, and his mood was indeed much better, but he unconsciously and selectively forgot the home in Sangzi Village for the time being, of course, including the old couple.

Time flies, since Luo Fu came to Wang Linchuan, a young man, he has become a lot more angry, and many people, men and women, like to tease this bright-eyed child.

Among them, the favorite teasing of the subordinates is to ask Wang Linchuan if he was sold dead, but Wang Linchuan resolutely denied that he was sold every time.

In the end, people didn't care whether Wang Linchuan wanted it or not, and gave him a nickname: Xiaoshanger.

For this nickname, Xiao Shier was very resistant at first, but gradually more people called him, although he was angry, but he was helpless, and finally acquiesced to the nickname "Xiao Shier".

Later, even Luo Hua's father and mother were taken away by the names that people were used to, and they were actually called like this.

In a blink of an eye, three years have passed, and Xiaoxiaoer has grown a lot taller, but he is still very tender.

In the past three years, he has carried a lot of black pots for this bastard young master.

For example, peeking at the neighbor's sister taking a bath was carried down by him, I am afraid that I will not be able to wash it off in this life, and before the first life of wisdom has begun, it will be destroyed in the hands of women, fortunately, at a young age, everyone does not take it seriously, but a meal is indispensable.

Of course, Luo Hua was also reluctant to go, so much so that he proposed to be brothers with Xiao Shi'er, but because of the rules of the family, he called him young master in front of people, but secretly asked Wang Linchuan to call him Xiao Hua.

In the Mid-Autumn Festival of this year, several good same-sex male friends gathered together to admire the moon, and there were children of the Li family, children of the Lin family, children of the Zhu family, plus Luo Hua and Wang Linchuan, a total of five people.

At the moment, they are playing a game of iron needle floating, that is, putting a bowl of water, letting the embroidery needle float on the water and then say their wishes and prayers.

At this moment, it was Luo Hua's turn, and he said: "I hope that when I grow up, the beautiful sisters in the world will be grabbed by me!"

"Go, go, go!"

"It's really blowing, it's blowing to the sky!"

"Your mother heard it, I guess my ass is going to bloom!" For a while, all kinds of teasing from the friends continued, and Luo Hua's face was like cowhide, but his face was not red and his heart was not beating.

After a commotion, it was Wang Linchuan's turn, and he said: "I hope that all women in the world will grit their teeth and beat their chests because they can't marry me!"

"This ...... It's ...... "One kid couldn't go on.

"It's over, here's something more blowable. Another child said.

"Why didn't I expect it, it's interesting, it's better to be compared to you, it's tall!" Luo Hua gave a thumbs up.

In the past three years, Wang Linchuan has not only followed the gangster young master, but also studied with the young master, so naturally his kung fu of chewing words will not be difficult for him.

This Mid-Autumn Festival has passed in a lot of noise, and I don't know how many years later, will anyone remember what was said today, and will anyone take what they said today seriously?

After growing up a little bit of the little seller gradually understood a lot of things, and gradually understood the true meaning of "selling", although the people said that he was sold to Luofu, but he still didn't want to believe that his grandparents would really sell him, but he still had doubts in his heart, hesitation, and even resentment, he didn't want it to be true.

In the past three years, he had looked for Luo Hua's father, that is, the mansion owner, and he wanted to confirm whether he had been sold, but the mansion owner only told him a little that things were not what he thought, and the mansion owner also asked him to wait patiently, saying that his grandparents would come to pick him up.

This mansion lord has always been gentle and lenient with others, Wang Linchuan finally believed what he said, and finally gave up the idea of fleeing back.

It's been almost a year, and Xiao Shi'er is almost eleven years old this year, and he has more melancholy eyes, especially lately, and he rarely speaks, so that people who usually like to tease him feel strange and worried, and ask him what happened.

He only said that he had a bad feeling recently, and he felt uncomfortable in his heart, but he couldn't say what was wrong.

For this reason, people said that he was worried about the sky, and finally didn't pay attention to it, but in fact, the peddler didn't want people to ask him.

After a while, the seller seemed to have forgotten what he should have remembered for a lifetime, and he jumped up and down again.

However, the carefree days will eventually come to an end, and people will always grow up, and who can escape this fate?

On this day, the weather was clear, the wind was harmonious, and the vendor was playing Keju with a few friends, and he was having fun, when suddenly Feng Yuan came and told him that the lord of the house was looking for him and asked him to go to the lord of the house.

Xiao Shi'er was puzzled, in the impression that this mansion owner has a gentle temperament, treats people amiably, like a spring breeze, has never felt sorry for anyone, and has never taken the initiative to find himself, but this time he took the initiative to find himself, did he commit something?

Thinking of this, Xiao Shi'er was a little apprehensive in his heart, but he still followed Feng Yuan and went to the mansion master.

Finally saw the mansion master, Xiao Shi'er was just about to speak, but the mansion owner stopped: "No need to say, come with me, I'll tell you again on the way, Steward Feng, you go and prepare the carriage and horses, I want to go out." ”

After getting into the carriage, it was a bumpy road, and the horse was panting forward, at this time, through the words of the lord of the house, Xiao Shi'er was clear, his grandparents died!

As soon as he heard the news, Xiao Shi'er was stunned, at this time he only felt that the world was spinning, but the words of the house master on the road could no longer listen to the words, tears involuntarily burst out of his eyes, only to feel that the weather was so cold today, so cold.

obviously said that he was going to pick him up, why didn't he come, bad grandpa, bad grandma, talking doesn't count!

Orphaned at a young age, he never experienced much pain, and although he suffered a little bit, he never really took it to heart.

Why? Why did his youth give him the pain of losing his only loved one?

Wang Linchuan couldn't stop crying all the way, but the carriage stopped in front of the hut that haunted his soul, but, where is the hut? Where are the grandparents?

Things are not people, the hut has long been gone, and the place is dilapidated, only charred black bricks.

How many times have I imagined the scene of reunion in my dreams, but how could I have ever imagined that it would be like this when I returned here? At this time, Wang Linchuan kept calling out to his grandparents, but no one answered.

After a long time, Wang Linchuan's voice was already hoarse, and only then did he hear the soft voice of the mansion lord in his ears: "There is an iron box here, come and take a look together." ”

Previously, the mansion lord had been watching Wang Linchuan from the side, but he didn't stop his action, after all, his relatives had passed away, and the pain needed to be vented, and the mansion lord had already come over.

Wang Linchuan barely stopped sobbing, raised his eyes to look at the mansion master, but saw that the mansion master was under the peach tree, and he walked over.

At this time, the lord of the mansion opened the iron box, and the things in the iron box came into view, but it was a letter.

"I guess this is for you, you can see for yourself. The lord of the house handed the letter to the seller and walked aside.

The seller opened the letter, and the vigorous and durable font seemed to have passed through his life and met his eyes: "Floating life is like a dream, Shi Eun is regarded as the ruling Jinwu, and marrying a wife should be Yin Lihua." How can the white-haired people send the black-haired people, the height of the court, where is the place where I can stay? Dust to dust, soil to earth, no grave after death, but to seek peace and security in the next life, rest as a court person, may future generations be safe and sound, and will not repeat my mistakes. ”

After holding the letter for a long time, the lord of the mansion came over, and the seller handed the letter to the lord of the house, who took the letter and read it, and sighed: "Poor master Wang has been on the temple all his life, but he chose this way of death in his later years." ”

At that time, the world admired burial, after death to set up a tomb, and it is a beautiful burial, the larger the size of the tomb, the better, the reader is the driving force in this, those who do not follow are regarded as heretical, however, Wang Qinyin turned his back on the world, I have to say that this also requires a certain amount of courage.