Ten years later.

Los Angeles has been a bustling place since ancient times, with restaurants lining the streets, cars and pedestrians, and even at night, the shouts of peddlers and pawns are endless.

A man in white sat by the window on the viewing floor, drinking alone with the moon, playing with wine glasses, with a look of smiling but not smiling, taking in the hustle and bustle downstairs.

It's just that a little beggar couldn't bear the hunger and stole a bun, and was caught red-handed by the hawker, I'm afraid it will be another good beating. This kind of thing, in this huge Los Angeles, I don't know how many times a day it will be staged, and people are tired of watching it. As if he was in a bad mood by this scene, the man in white brushed the hem of his clothes, put down the wine money on the table, got up and went downstairs.

walked past the stall that was just right to make trouble, and he didn't want to pay attention to it, but his heart suddenly flashed the indifferent gaze of the little beggar looking at him, and he walked back again.

"Buy two buns. ”

The peddler had never seen such a fairy-like person, not to mention that he came to his own stall to buy steamed buns, and he was very surprised, and his brain slowed down by half a beat.

After taking the bun from the vendor, he turned and walked to the little beggar who was sitting on the ground.

"This son, a bun and a penny, you give more. The peddler hurried behind him.

"Along with hers, I gave. Ignoring the surprised gazes of everyone behind him, Jingshu lowered his head and handed the bun to the little beggar.

The little beggar looked up at Jing Shu, with a slight surprise in his expression, isn't this person gone, why did he come back again.

Jing Shu looked at her, didn't say anything to explain, gently put the bun on the little beggar's hand, turned around and walked out of the crowd, only to hear an inaudible thank you behind him.

Leaving the stall selling steamed buns, Jingshu wandered around Los Angeles at will. As the night darkens, the hawkers are gradually closing their stalls, the lights are dimly lit, and the number of pedestrians is decreasing. There is a small tail behind him, and wherever he goes, he is simply following him, Jing Shu has already noticed it, but he is silent.

I simply slowed down my pace, walked to the small flower viewing pavilion in the Fuqu Pond, and pretended to enjoy the lotus. In fact, at this time, the autumn wind is rising, how can there be any flowers to appreciate, the Fuqu full of ponds in midsummer now only has a few late-blooming residual lotuses, swaying in the evening breeze, and the moonlight is still a little Chu Chu style.

The footsteps behind him gradually stopped, Jing Shu turned around, and saw that the little beggar was really standing a few steps away. Beckoned her to come over.

The little beggar didn't twist either, and walked straight to Jingshu to stand still.

Jingshu didn't speak, and the little beggar didn't speak, and the two sides were silent for a while, and the atmosphere was a little delicate.

The little beggar was a little breathless, looked at Jing Shu and said softly, "Please accept me." ”

"I look like someone with a compassionate heart?" Jing Shu said lightly.

The little beggar shook his head: "It's not like it, but you will accept me." ”

Jing Shu was slightly surprised by her cleverness, but her face was not obvious, and she raised her eyebrows and said, "Then do you know what I want you to do?"

The little beggar said honestly: "I don't know." ”

Jing Shu smiled, he was really still a child, but two buns, he was deceived, if it fell into the hands of someone with ill intentions, it would be unimaginable. However, he is not necessarily a good person.

"What's your name?" Jing Shu looked down into her eyes.

The little beggar's eyes darkened: "I don't have a name." ”

Jing Shu rarely showed a trace of pity, this kid couldn't even remember his name.

"Yujing, from now on, your name will be Su Yujing. ”

Su Yujing was puzzled, why is it called this name, but he is still happy in his heart, I have a name, I am no longer the little beggar who is called by others.

Jing Shu seemed to see her doubts, and said in a low voice: "The autumn wind is a scoundrel, blowing away the Yujing flowers." ”

After a pause, Jing Shu walked to the edge of the small pavilion, held on to the railing, and sighed: "It also means that I expect you to get out of the mud without staining, no matter when." ”

Su Yujing couldn't see Jing Shu's expression, but he heard a bit of desolation from his voice, which was obviously a good meaning, why sigh.

"Hmm. Su Yujing replied softly.

"In that case, come with me. Without waiting for Su Yujing to respond, Jing Shu had already walked towards the outside of the small pavilion.

"Hey, I don't know your name yet. Su Yujing followed behind Jing Shu.

"Jingshu. Ignoring her rudeness, Jingshu continued to walk forward.

Su Yujing looked at his back, this name is only worthy of him, just a back, it is the most beautiful scenery in the world.

Yujing followed Jingshu all the way through the alleys in Los Angeles, walking with a sore waist and weak legs, and finally saw the figure in front of him stop in front of a small courtyard that looked like it was deserted. Out of nowhere, two doormen came out, opened the courtyard door and silently retreated into the shadows.

"Let's go inside. After saying this to Yujing, Jingshu ignored her and walked towards the courtyard.

After Yujing followed the courtyard with his little short legs, Jingshu's shadow had long since disappeared. I saw two beautiful women in the courtyard looking at me with a smile on their faces, seeing that they were beautifully dressed, and I didn't know what their identities were. Without waiting for Yujing to ask, the two women came up and saluted Yujing, if they hadn't said it in person, he really didn't expect the two of them to be the maids here.

They saw that they were dressed in sour tattered clothes but did not show the contempt that the maids in the high-ranking families were accustomed to, which made Yujing, who was accustomed to white eyes, feel a little surprised. Among the two, the green-clothed one is named Lu Lan, and the red-clothed one is called Hongjun, of course these two women are not ordinary maids, how can they be ordinary people from Huaimeng Pavilion.

They led Yujing to a small attic and entered the wing room, which was already prepared with hot water.

I don't know how long it has been since I took a hot bath, and in the water I feel all my pores open, greedily absorbing the heat in the water. Yujing couldn't help but sigh comfortably, his originally dirty little face was unexpectedly clean and white after being washed away by the water, and his eyebrows were a little red, as if they were dyed with rouge. In addition, the powder is like a bun, and it does not have the thinness and yellowness of street beggars at all.

In fact, Tamai himself felt strange, in the past, in order not to starve to death, I don't know how much food I stole from the street vendors, and I don't know how many times I was beaten violently, although it hurt, but the scars always disappeared quickly, and I couldn't see the abuse of the owner of the body at all.

Tamai shook his head and threw the strange thing out of his head, got up from the barrel with a bang, picked up the coat on the hanger and put it on.

Lu Lan and Hong Jun outside the door heard the movement and asked, and after getting Yujing's approval, Lu Lan first entered the room and saluted Yujing: "Miss Su, Gongzi instructed the girl to rest for one night first, and then go to see him tomorrow." The girl can tell the slave maid whatever she needs. ”

Yujing reacted at this time, and hurriedly said: "I don't need anything, just thank Gongzi for me." ”

After tidying up the things in the house, Lu Lan Hongjun quietly retreated.

Yujing followed Jingshu all night, but he was tired, so he immediately threw himself into the bed that he knew was very comfortable when he looked at it.

Lu Lan lowered the curtain of the bed, stepped back, and gently closed the door.