"Uncle Mouse, where do you say that our Great Song army is going to pull out? Look at this direction, we are going to Qizong?" Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The man next to him looked more torn, dirtier, and his long hair was messy. The man was called Uncle Mouse by the child, and his appearance did have a bit of the meaning of a mouse, at this time he grabbed his armpit vigorously, looked at the army that came out of the city gate, and said lazily, "Dog, what do you care about so much, you just need to care about whether you can still eat today, is it that your Uncle Mouse and my belly is not as important as that Instrument Sect?"

The child was only eight or nine years old, and when he heard Uncle Mouse's words, he lowered his head silently, and after a while, he asked again when the army was almost gone, "Uncle Mouse, we need food every day, when will we be able to do it?"

Uncle Mouse stopped scratching his armpits, looked at the dog strangely, and snorted, "What's the use of you kid thinking so much every day, we don't know if we will be alive tomorrow, how can we care about the future." Why don't you understand? The things you think about are the thoughts of people who are well fed and warm, and who don't think about the next meal after eating this meal. ”

The dog nodded as if he didn't understand, and then shook his head blankly, "But why can others be fed and clothed, but we can't?"

Uncle Mouse spat out the foam in his mouth, "That's what others were born with, everyone is born different, we are destined to be beggars, do you understand?"

"But didn't Liu Ermao in the south of the city also make money?"

When it comes to Liu Ermao, Uncle Mouse's mouth is very pouting, that kid doesn't know how to do it, a good beggar is not appropriate, he ran outside and turned around, and turned into a rich man, and he went to show off in front of the beggar he knew before, saying that everyone has hands and feet, and they can make money by going out to work, hum, who believes his nonsense.

However, thinking of Liu Ermao's ending, Uncle Mouse smiled unconsciously, patted the head of the dog word and said, "Then what happened to Liu Ermao in the end? No, he was still dead, he was killed in the cemetery in the east of the city, and he couldn't even wear a piece of clothing when he died. ”

As he spoke, thinking that he was still alive, he seemed to be a victor compared to that Liu Ermao, and said a little proudly, "Don't look at us kneeling on the street every day, those nobles in Daliang give some food, and even give some broken money, you and I will never starve to death, and now we still have clothes to wear, which is better than lying on the grave without clothes." ”

The dog listened to Uncle Mouse say a lot, and always felt that something was wrong, but he was still young, but he couldn't speak, so he looked at Uncle Mouse's back and followed him to the city.

There are more merchants and shops in the south of the city, and Uncle Mouse has to take the dog to walk from this south street every few days, which one will give food, which one will not give, which one may give some broken silver, and they know the situation.

But the door is clear, if you don't give it, you can't always go, and if you can give it, you can't go every day, which not only breaks the rules, but also breaks the appearance. It's not that a person's face is cut or broken, but that this is called a piece where Hanako goes every day, and others recognize this face and knock you out at a glance, which is called broken phase.

It is impossible to say that it is not broken, although Daliang City is big, but it can't stand the beggars every day, and there are always one or two times when they are recognized. But it's also because the number of times this time or twice is good, and others won't take it seriously, but if you are seen by him every once in a while, can it still give you a good head?

Uncle Mouse takes the dog to Chengnan Street every few days, also because Chengnan Street is big, and it takes several days to walk once a day.

The owner of the steamed bun shop saw two tattered beggars coming to the shop, and waved his hand in disgust, "Go, go, where are the beggars, don't affect the business here." ”

In such a situation, the dog has to go up and shout, such as "I've been hungry for several days, it's good to stutter", but this time the dog who waited for a long time didn't say, Uncle Mouse only went out in person, and said bitterly, "Boss, okay, I haven't eaten with this child for several days, I can withstand it, but the child can't stand it." ”

When the owner of the steamed bun shop saw the person next to him looking over, he impatiently grabbed a bun and threw it in front of him, "Get out, it's bad luck, and you should feed the dog." ”

Uncle Mouse hurriedly picked up the bun under his feet, wiped the ash on it with his sleeve, put it in the coat, and then walked forward with the dog. When he walked to a place where there were few people, Uncle Mouse said in a somewhat unhappy tone, "What kind of hysteria do you have this kid, you said some foolish things early in the morning, and you even forgot the jargon at this time?"

"Uncle Mouse, I want to go to Jiangyin, I heard that Jiangyin's Zhang Meng Lord is benevolent and moral, and we will always enjoy food when we go. The dog didn't answer Uncle Mouse's words, nor did he say anything jargon, but directly said what he thought in his heart.

Uncle Mouse looked at the dog in surprise, "Jiangyin's Zhang Mengzhu is benevolent and virtuous, and he has said all the storytellers, but why do people want to give us food?" He tugged at the torn clothes on his body, and pointed to the broken bowl in his hand, "With our broken clothes and broken bowls?"

The dog couldn't answer this question, but he always felt that if he went to Jiangyin, it would be better than begging on the street in Daliang day after day.

Uncle Mouse saw that he was stunned and couldn't answer, so he took his hand and walked out, saying as he walked, "Don't think about it so much, Uncle Mouse also likes delusions when he is your age, and when you reach Uncle Mouse's age, you will know how ridiculous your thoughts are now." And-"

"Li!" A hurried stop suddenly interrupted Uncle Mouse's words.

The horse that stopped in a hurry finally hit Uncle Mouse's thin body, knocking him away for a long time, and the dog felt a tightness in his hand, and Uncle Mouse had flown a few feet away.

The dog hurriedly ran over, watching Uncle Mouse keep spitting blood in his mouth, and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it, his breath slowly weakened, and finally died.

"What are you going to say, Uncle Mouse? You haven't finished yet, Uncle Mouse, you speak. The dog didn't believe that Uncle Mouse, who was still talking to him just now, lost his breath in the blink of an eye, turned into a corpse, and he couldn't even shed tears.

"Take this money and bury it as an elder. There was a sound overhead, and then a bag of broken silver was thrown at the dog's feet, and the rider rode away.

In the end, it was the well-wishers who helped the dog move the body of Uncle Mouse to the grave, dug a pit and buried it casually, and of course, the kind-hearted man also took away most of the bags of silver.

Looking at the small dirt bag in front of him, the dog shed tears, but suddenly thought that Liu Ermao also died here, and the tears flowed even more fiercely, but I don't know if it was for Uncle Mouse, or for himself, or for someone else.