At noon, the sun was in full bloom, and the scorching sun was scorching the whole land, like a huge steamer enveloping the earth, and the pedestrians on the streets gradually disappeared.

At this time, the most crowded place in the whole town is the green forest stream with a willow forest, many people who have worked in the town for a long time will lay a bamboo mat at this time, make some wine and small dishes, and invite a few acquaintances to chat, this kind of day is not happy.

The little beggar, lying alone in the shade of a thick willow tree, seemed a little out of place here, staring at the willow branches rippling in the air, stunned.

No one knew what he was thinking, and no one was curious to know what a foolish beggar was thinking, and probably not even he knew what he was thinking.

In the midst of many suspicious eyes, the little beggar suddenly got up from the ground, ran to the stream, looked at the fish chasing and frolicking in the water, smirked, grabbed the smooth and smooth pebbles by the stream, and threw them into the stream, and the crystal water splashed everywhere, outlining a translucent sapling in the air.

Many people smiled and shook their heads, and then withdrew their gaze, but when the crazy little beggar was not stimulated by what was stimulated and went crazy again, no one noticed that under the little beggar's hair that was as messy as a chicken's nest, two lines of clear tears fell, and "let's da" dripped in the stream.

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The sweltering steamer was lifted by the invisible hand, the scorching breath gradually faded, and the breeze wrapped the coolness of the stream, shuttling through the streets and alleys of the town, cheering and calling the people of the town.

The little beggar shuttled through the streets, bouncing along the way, looking east and west, but few people wanted to stop around the foul smell.

Many people in the town are already surprised by the existence of this little beggar, and almost all the shops on the street know that this little beggar who has appeared in the town for more than two years, and they all acquiesce to the existence of such a little beggar who calls for grandparents.

The little beggar stood on the side of the street covered with bluestone slabs more than ten zhang wide, looked up at the new lacquer signboard with the words "Cloth Art Workshop" written on it, and his dark little face was as shy and shy as a girl to be married in the boudoir, he reached out and stroked his messy hair, hesitated for a moment, and walked towards the shop of the cloth workshop.

"Guest officer, this material is the latest material, and the color is also ...... at the moment" The voice of the owner of the fabric workshop who was smiling suddenly stopped, and the smile on his face disappeared.

The customers in the shop noticed the boss's abnormality and followed the boss's line of sight towards the front of the shop, where a little beggar in ragged clothes was sticking his head into the fabric workshop.

The owner of the fabric workshop pulled an apologetic smile at the customers in the shop, turned his head, the smile faded, his stiff face tensed, his expression was as ugly as stepping on, and he secretly complained: Why is this scourge coming again, isn't this delaying his business!

The owner of the cloth workshop noticed that the little beggar's dirty footsteps were falling on the shiny floor of the store, and took a big step forward, the little beggar was startled, and the soles of his feet that had not yet fallen immediately retracted, and the owner of the cloth workshop breathed a sigh of relief, and pulled his sleeves, for fear that the clothes made of high-quality fabrics would be soiled by the sloppy little beggar.

"Hey, I said, why are you here with me again?" The owner of the cloth shop glanced at the customers waiting to watch the play in the store, and forcibly held back the anger in his heart, if he didn't want to leave a good impression on the guests, he would have picked up a broom and beat the little beggar away.

The last time this guy came, he messed up a lot of business for himself, and he was angry and tossed and turned for a few nights.

The little beggar lowered her head slightly shyly, secretly glanced at the owner of the fabric workshop, and said in a childish voice: "I'll tell you something, don't beat me!"

Hearing this, the owner of the cloth workshop squeaked in his throat with a slightly relieved breath, looked at the little beggar in front of him vigilantly, stretched out his head and looked at the things inside and outside the store, for fear that something in his house would be ruined by this scourge, and he didn't find anything wrong before he breathed.

"Say something quickly!" the owner of the cloth workshop waved his hand, like a wealthy man with a generous hand.

"Hehe, the money was taken away by me, and now it's gone, don't beat me!" the little beggar scratched his head a little embarrassedly, and looked at the owner of the cloth shop with a smile in his clear eyes.

The owner of the cloth workshop was stunned for a moment, and then as if he remembered something, a murderous gaze came out of his eyes, and goosebumps arched on the little beggar's body.

"I won't hit you, I won't beat you!" the owner of the fabric workshop muttered repeatedly, but his eyes fell on the pole on the side, and he pulled it vigorously, picked it up and whipped it on the little beggar, living like a gangster in the town, where there is still a little boss should be.

The sound of "popping" flesh, the little beggar was in pain, like a female cat that had been stepped on and her tail was blown up, her thin body jumped up, and the girl ran to the street.

The owner of the cloth workshop was gloomy and mixed with a little feeling of wanting to cry without tears, thinking: Take it, spend it, and run back to tell yourself that he took the money and spent it and asked him not to beat him, it is really annoying, it is really unbearable for uncles and grandmothers.

Thinking of this, the nameless anger in his heart rushed up, rushed straight to the door of his head, and chased him out with the stick in his hand, and he couldn't care about the customers in the store, all he wanted was to catch up and teach this scourge a good lesson.

One in front of the other, one big and one small, two figures rampaged through the crowd, causing many of the people who were hit to stare at their backs without looking back with angry faces.

The little beggar smirked all over his face, and didn't care about the strange eyes of others, and fluttered through the crowd, and the straw sandals on his left foot that didn't even have a sole and were directly put on his ankle didn't know when he was gone.

The little beggar* looked back at the panting owner of the cloth shop standing in front of the crowd with his black left foot, put his hands on top of his head, stuck out his tongue, rolled his eyes, and grimaced at the owner of the cloth workshop.

After making a grimace, the little beggar turned around in a chic manner, leaving everyone with a thin and lonely back, and rushed out of Qinglin Town.

Looking at the little beggar who gradually turned into a black spot, the owner of the cloth workshop who was holding the pole took a few rough breaths, stomped on the pole, spitted, muttered a few words of scolding, and walked indignantly to the place where the fabric workshop shop was located under the gaze of many onlookers.

After running a long way out of town, the little beggar stopped, turned his head to look at the empty path behind him, patted his chest, and let out a long breath, full of puzzlement: why did he beat me when I told him the truth?

Touching the scar on his back that had been whipped with a long stick, it hurt so much that the little beggar gasped and walked towards the ruined temple in front of him in frustration.

Lying on the haystack in the ruined temple, sleepiness hit, the little beggar drooped his eyelids, and soon fell asleep.

The little beggar in his sleep had a smile on his face, a trace of crystal clear liquid hanging from the corner of his mouth, he dreamed of his grandparents, dreamed of his parents, who had never met him, and brought him endless roast chicken and pork, all the way from the town to the ruined temple where he lived.

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