He took the steamed bun, grabbed a steamed bun with his dirty and cracked little hand and stuffed it directly into his mouth, the little beggar was really hungry. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

His age is the time to grow his body quickly, although yesterday Wang steamed buns also gave him about a day's worth of steamed buns, but his meal is slightly larger than that of children of the same age, those were eaten for him yesterday evening, he was hungry very fast, and now his stomach is already rumbling with hunger.

He took the steamed bun, grabbed a steamed bun with his dirty and cracked little hand, stuffed it directly into his mouth, chewed a few bites, and swallowed it in one gulp.

"Uncle, thank you, I will not be lazy, I will work hard. He obediently wiped his mouth with his right hand and said, because he had not yet swallowed completely, he spoke a little slurred, and after saying that he hiccuped again.

"Well, eat slowly, there's a lot more. Wang Mantou said softly: "Let's go home and help you wash before you can start working, otherwise you will help me hand the steamed buns to the guests, and the guests will not buy them next time when they see their black hands." Wang Mantou couldn't help but laugh out loud when he thought of that scene.

...

A guest was dressed in white, with long black hair tied up in a bunch of blue cloth on his head, quite chic.

He came to the stall of Wang's steamed bun shop, intending to buy a few steamed buns, ready to satisfy his hunger when he was hungry on the road. Wang wrapped the steamed buns for him, and the little beggar was responsible for handing them to him and collecting the money.

A swarthy greasy little hand handed him the steamed bun, he looked disgusted, but thought that there was still a wrapping paper, and thought that the sun was gradually rising, so he reluctantly continued the steamed bun, and walked away from the little beggar a few steps away from disgust, only then took out the money from his pocket to prepare to pay the bill, when he lowered his head to take out the money, a black five finger print on his white hand was so dazzling.

"Ah~" He shouted, threw the steamed bun into the sky, and fled, even losing the money bag and a shoe.

......

Wang Mantou thought about it and laughed.

"Oh," replied the little beggar, swallowing a steamed bun. Following Wang Mantou back to the store, Wang Mantou moved the box containing the steamed buns from the stall into the store, locked the store door, and rushed home with the little beggar.

"Uncle, aren't you selling steamed buns today? The little beggar asked.

"It's not for sale today, take you back to wash it, and then make you a set of fitting clothes, and we'll open the door early tomorrow, just sell it for more time." Wang Mantou walked in front with a smile.

Out of Qingyang City, I walked for only half an hour, turned right and walked down the path, walked for another half an hour, and arrived.

A small village slowly appeared in the eyes of the little beggars from far to near.

The village is located in a small basin, and a small river about a foot wide flows slowly from the head of the village, and the upstream source flows from the belly of a mountain called Daqingshan in the village. This river is called the White Water River because of its crystal clear water.

This small village is called Whitewater Village.

Hundreds of years have passed, even in drought years, and it has never dried up, nourishing the crops and trees of the small village and nurturing the people of the small village.

Approaching the village, the originally cold weather suddenly became warmer, and the temperature suddenly rose by seven or eight degrees, as if it was spring when I arrived here.

Approaching the village, the Baishui River flowed quietly, and a few village peasant women were washing clothes by the river, beating the kneaded clothes on the stones with a clean wooden stick. A few women who were talking and laughing heard it in the village chatting about their trivia.

"Isn't this Jiawang? Why did you come back so early today, and the steamed buns you made today were sold out?" One of the middle-aged women, who was about forty years old, saw Wang Jiawang walking (the villagers never called him by his nickname Wang Mantou. Said a little strangely.

Another woman a few years younger saw the little beggar following Wang Jiawang, and said with a smile: "Jiawang came back with his son from outside to recognize the door, giggle!" said and covered her mouth and laughed.

Several other women who were doing laundry followed suit.

"Well, this is my son, and I'm bringing him back to recognize the door. Wang Jiawang didn't explain their misunderstanding, but even recognized it directly, patted the little beggar on the head with a smile, and pulled the little beggar in front of him.

The little beggar looked confused and scratched his head, "I... I..." He wanted to say no, but he looked at Wang Jiawang, who was looking at him lovingly, and he liked this feeling of being loved by others, so he didn't make any excuses.

At this time, these smiling women were taken aback for a while, as if the sky had suddenly collapsed, and the middle-aged woman in her forties hurriedly asked: "Jiawang, it's not that the sister-in-law said you, what do you make Xiu'er think like this?" Although Xiu'er can't have another son now, you want a son, but you can't just do it secretly...... I came back with my child. ”

"Well, I told Xiu'er in the morning, and she asked me to bring it back. Wang Jiawang said: "Come, this is your eldest uncle, this is your second uncle, this is ........." Wang Jiawang took the little beggar and introduced him one by one.

The little beggar was timid and did not shout. Wang Jiawang was not annoyed, nor did he force him to call those women.

"Sister-in-law, you wash first, I'll take him home first. Wang Jiawang said. He led the little beggar in the direction of his house.

The small courtyard of a blue brick house under the green hill in the village is Wang Jiawang's home.

Wang Jiawang took the little beggar and gently pushed open the courtyard door and walked in, "Xiu'er, Mengmeng, I'm back." Wang Jiawang shouted into the room.

A woman of about thirty years old, with a soft face and a clean linen dress, added a bit of simple beauty to her. She peeked out the window and trotted open the door and walked out.

"You're back, what is this?" Xiu'er asked softly when she saw the little beggar.

Wang Jiawang whispered "............" in Xiu'er's ear

Xiu'er looked at the little beggar again, showed pity, stepped forward and touched the little beggar's head and asked softly, "Child, do you still have relatives?"

"Nope. ”

The little beggar lowered his head and said in a thin voice.

"Then you'll treat us as your relatives, okay? Do you have a name?" she asked softly.

"Nope. ”

"In the future, you will be called Wang Xiaofei, okay? In the future, I will be your mother, and he is your father...... You also have a sister, Meng Meng. Is the kid okay?" asked Xiu'er, gently touching his head.

"I'm here to work, I'm ......" Before he finished speaking, Xiu'er interrupted and said: "Child, you will have a home in the future, we are all your relatives, we will take good care of you." ”

Xiu'er looked at him with longing in his eyes, he stared at Xiu'er's eyes, trying to see why, but just at a glance, he was melted by the love on Xiu'er's face and the love overflowing in his eyes. He nodded slightly.

"Well, from today onwards, my name is Wang Xiaofei. ”