Ying Chen nodded understandingly, did not speak, he looked at the little bun and seemed to be hungry, but he didn't know why he had to go out of the window. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

It's so cold outside, and it's the dead of night, isn't this little girl afraid?

The fisherman's house is already short, and the window edge is naturally not high, and it seems that the small buns are often like this, but when they see the other party crawling for a while, they turn out and run to the left.

Outside, Xiao Baozi came to the next door of his house, stepped on a big rock, and gently knocked on the window frame of this house three times.

I just heard the movement in the room.

After a while, the window opened, and out of it came a dark, thin boy.

The boy was wearing a black torn cotton jacket, his hair was unkempt, and he seemed to be about the same size as Xiao Baozi, but he was taller, and he looked very honest, and he was very happy when he saw Xiao Baozi, but he didn't speak immediately.

Then, very tacitly, quietly, one after the other, continued to walk to the left.

......

In Uncle Jiang's house, Qingyue woke up, took a look, and continued to sleep.

Only Tang Mingzhe slept like a dead pig, motionless.

Ying Chen listened silently, he didn't have time to pay attention to it, but it was getting more and more difficult to seize it in cultivation, as if it had reached a bottleneck, and he had to put it aside for the time being.

But not too sleepy, and there was nothing to do. And for the whereabouts of the little bun, he was quite interested, so he took Dabai, and went out of the house and followed.

......

After a few distances away from the house, a whisper came from ahead.

"This time you go, I'll help you stand guard. ”

"Me? I'm a little scared. It was the dark, skinny little boy who spoke.

"What's there to be afraid of, what a coward," Xiao Baozi pursed his lips with a look of disdain.

"I'm not a coward, just go. The little boy didn't seem to want to be looked down upon by the little bun, so he immediately mustered up his courage and almost drank a bowl of white wine to strengthen his courage.

Ying Chen watched quietly from a few feet away, and he found that the little boy was basically obedient to Xiao Baozi, just like a little follower.

Moreover, from that gaze, you can also see a trace of ignorant admiration.

It's just that for the little buns, it seems to be unaware.

......

At this moment, these two little dolls are discussing stealing!

This room, which is considered isolated, is a little bleak. But it's similar to the rest of the house, it's full of holes, and it shows the meaning of poverty. Yingchen glanced at it, he didn't know anything about it, and he didn't know who lived inside.

But the thick and low snoring sound coming from the room can roughly guess that it should be a big man with a strong body.

But the little boy and the little bun worked together to remove an empty broken water tank at the back of the house, revealing a large hole, which should have been a hole that seemed to be gnawed by rats, but there were traces of enlargement.

It should be the masterpiece of the two of them.

The little boy took off his shoes and went in barefoot, and the little bun stood outside, looking east and west with his eyes wide open.

Fortunately, the villagers are very tired from working during the day, and they sleep naturally very dead at night, and the surroundings are quiet, except for some snoring sounds, there is nothing else.

Not much.

The little boy poked his head out of the hole, and seemed to be holding something in his hand, holding it tightly.

"How much did you take?" asked Xiao Baozi, who seemed to be impatient, lowered her voice.

"Five ......," the little boy replied as thin as a mosquito, slowly got out, put on his shoes, and moved the broken water tank back with the little bun.

He spread out his palm, and by the starlight, he could see that they were five worn-out copper plates.

It's just such a little bit of money, but it makes the little bun blossom and bring it.

Then he took the little boy by the hand and walked out of the village.

Of course not in the direction of the seaside, Ying Chen continued to follow, and when he was about to leave the village, he glanced into the distance and roughly understood.

Outside the village, there was a waist-length meadow, and the ground rose slightly, about a hundred feet.

Hundreds of zhang away, there is a brightly lit quaint inn, the name is also conspicuous and eye-catching, called Changming.

It seems to be day and night, providing simple food and lodging to strangers passing by.

Outside this Changming Inn, there is also a river that flows through the meadows, through the Fish Pond Village, and towards the Stygian Sea.

Little Bun and Little Boy walked along the dirt road by the river towards the Changming Inn. Occasionally, when I met a villager who returned at night, I stopped and hid in the grass.

For fear of being discovered, after all, it was stolen.

And most of the acquaintances in the village, especially the older generation such as Uncle Jiang, are so famous for their greediness of small buns.

In fact, even if they were discovered, it would not be a big deal, but the two of them also stole a few copper plates from other people's houses, although it was only a few copper plates, but for these poor fishermen, it was not a lot.

Moreover, stealing more and stealing less, there is no difference in essence.

Of course, whether it is a little bun or a little boy, they are just four or five years old, how can they understand these truths.

......

Yingchen followed silently, as if he had stepped on a piece of rotten wood under his feet, only to hear a click, the sound was not loud, but it was still quite pleasant in this silent night.

Naturally, this sound could not be transmitted too far, but it was more than enough to reach the ears of Xiao Baozi a few feet away.

"Sister Baozi, there is a voice in the back. The little boy was stunned and froze in place.

"Hide," Xiao Baozi took the lead in hiding in the grass and squatted down.

The grass was very tall, and though it withered in the autumn, it was more than enough to shelter the two little ones.

The little boy squatted beside Xiao Baozi, and through the gap in the grass, he found that there was no one around at all, and he couldn't help but shudder: "Sister Baozi, there is no figure, and there is no voice, okay... It's weird. ”

"Shhh ”

Compared with the little boy's cranky thinking, the little bun is much calmer.

"Could it be a monster, my mother said, there are water ghosts in the river. "It's not the first time that the little boy has sneaked out, and it's not the first time he's heard a sound and hid.

But like this time tonight, I heard the sound but didn't even see a single figure, which was terrifying.

[The little boy is afraid, and he wants to recommend a ticket to comfort, /(ㄒoㄒ)/~~]