Chapter 14 Follow me!

"I have bones!"

The young man's words stunned Chen Moran and looked at the teenager in front of him in surprise.

The teenager's stubborn eyes made Chen Moran happy and looked at it carefully. The teenager seemed to have seen it somewhere. As for where it was, he couldn't remember it for a moment.

"Hum!"

Chen Moran smiled dryly and looked at the young master who seemed to be a little familiar with interest.

"There are bones! If you have bones..."

Before he finished speaking, Chen Moran shook the two silver oceans in his hand, which could not be more obvious.

Listening to the crisp sound of the silver ocean in the benefactor's hand, Lin Yuqing, who had been kneeling on the ground, changed his face. It seemed that the master had forgotten himself.

It's true that rich people like benefactors will remember themselves there!

Yin Yang's clattering sound in his ears, Lin Yuqing only felt a burst of heat on his face, and the meaning of the benefactor could not be clearer. He shook Yin Yang to remind himself: You really have bones, why do you kneel and kow and kowtow for these two oceans?

With two oceans in his pocket, Chen Moran turned around and walked towards the carriage. When he was about to get into the carriage, he looked back at the teenager who was still kneeling on the snow.

"Next time, the bones will be hard!"

After saying that, he stepped on the ladder and got into the carriage!

The benefactor's sarcasm made Lin Yuqing take care of so much. He suddenly stood up and shouted at the benefactor who was about to get on the bus!

"I have bones!"

The shouting behind him made Chen Moran look back again. Although it was impossible to give him these two oceans again, he couldn't help saying something again when he saw the stubbornness on the teenager's face.

"I know, remember! From now on, pick up your bones!"

"I have bones!"

Lin Yuqing shouted again at his benefactor.

"I...I..."

His face turned red when he was suffocated by his benefactor's words, and Lin Yuqing even stuttered a little.

"I'm not kneeling at those two oceans!"

It's not those two oceans that are kneeling! Hearing the teenager's words, Chen Moran, who was about to leave, got out of the carriage and looked at the teenager with great interest. Didn't he kneel on those two oceans? So what else is there on himself that is worth kneeling?

Is it the legendary hegemony?

That's definitely a joke. If there is a so-called hegemony, it is impossible for me to look cautiously at Lord Liu in the study of Sun Mansion before. Although Chen Moran is disgusted with the slave's surname, it is also inevitable to be staged in himself, even the slightest little bit.

"Master! Six days ago, if it hadn't been for the ocean you gave me, my father would have been afraid that he wouldn't even be able to settle down!"

Lin Yuqing looked at the master who got off the carriage and said solemnly.

"I have bones. My father told me when he was a child that there was gold under the man's knees, but... You gave my father a coffin behind him, and I knelt you. That's a matter of course!"

Coffin?

Chen Moran looked at the teenager carefully. No wonder he felt that he was familiar with him. Isn't this the teenager who buried his father? Looking around again, he seemed to have given him money here six days ago.

"I remember!"

Looking at the teenager, Chen Moran nodded.

"Six days ago, here, I gave you the money!"

"Hmm! When my father was alive, he told me that he should repay the kindness. What the man said, the nail can be nailed down, and can't get up!"

He looked at the stubborn teenager. At this time, Chen Moran noticed the snowflakes on his body. He seemed to have been standing in the snow for a long time. Could it be that he had been waiting here for the past few days.

"So, you've been guarding here all the time, right? Are you going to wait for me?"

Lin Yuqing nodded.

"As I said, I sold myself to bury my father! Master, if you pay, I have to keep my word!"

Chen Moran,

"I told you to bury your father with money, and do some business for the rest!"

"When my father was alive, he taught me that what a man said, the nail can be nailed, can't get up! I sold my body to bury my father. Master, you paid for it. My life is yours!"

The teenager's words made Chen Moran raise the corners of his lips. This child is a little interesting!

"Then your life is mine!"

"Hmm!"

Lin Yuqing answered without thinking, women sell their bodies, and men sell their lives.

Looking directly at the stubborn teenager, Chen Moran held a stick in his right hand and rubbed his index finger gently from time to time. This is his habit of falling down, and there will always be some subtle movements when thinking.

Maybe... I think of myself and the third master in the factory. I am usually busy in the factory. Although I said that I would pick up the third master to retire when I left Jinling, in fact, now I all point to the third master to serve me. Maybe I also need one person in the factory to serve the third master. I usually cook for the third master and cook water.

And the young master in front of him is undoubtedly a good choice. At the beginning, he was kind to him. Although he was soft-hearted for a while and pitiful child who lost his father, he still remembered it in his heart. He remembered the oath of selling his body to bury his father. He had been waiting for the "master" to buy him here. Although he was young, he was also a trustworthy person.

"Life! Keep it yourself, man!"

Chen Moran raised the corners of his lips slightly, turned around and got into the carriage again with crutches.

"Come back with me!"

The cold wind roared, and on the banks of the Suzhou River, Chen Moran, who was on crutches, limped towards the snow-covered thatched hut by the river.

"Sir, slow down, the road is slippery!"

Lin Yuqing, who followed behind him, glanced at the master's feet and hurriedly reminded him that the master almost fell several times along the way. He wanted to help the master, but the master said, "I'm not so useless that I can be helped!" Push it away.

"Is this where you live?"

Walking to the low grass house and listening to the words from the grass house, Chen Moran turned his head and asked. On the way here, he heard him say that there were some little beggars living with him.

"Hmm!"

Lin Yuqing, who was lifting the grass curtain, answered lightly.

"Sir, wait a minute, I'll take my things and leave!"

Originally, after the master earned himself, Lin Yuqing wanted to come back to get the things left by his father when he was free, but when he got into the car, the master asked if there was anything to take, so he came back in the carriage to pick up the things.

"Brother Qing, do you really want to go?"

"Six, you are the oldest. You have to take good care of Xiao Si in the future. This room will be reserved for you!"

"Brother Qing! Don't go..."

"Lock eye, listen to your sixth brother. In the future, Brother Qing will look back at you and bring you delicious food!"

"Brother Qing"

The words and continuous crying from the grass house made Chen Moran, who was standing outside the house, a little uncomfortable. He couldn't help lifting the straw curtain on the door and walking in.

As soon as I walked into the grass house, I smelled the sour smell coming from my face. The floor of the small thatched house was covered with thick straw. There was also a group of small beggars around Lin Yuqing, who was carrying a bag. A big child was still crying with his legs in his arms, obviously unwilling to let him go.

The cold wind entering the house after lifting the curtain made these little beggars tremble all over. They turned their heads and looked at the master who had just entered the house, especially a few children. There seemed to be hostility in their eyes. Obviously, he blamed him for taking Brother Qing away.

"Master..."

As soon as the tears were wiped off, Lin Yuqing looked at the master who walked into the house in surprise. Why did the master come in?

Eight little beggars, Chen Moran, who was stared at by eight little beggars, also looked at the little beggars in front of him. The big one was only thirteen or fourteen years old, and the little one was only eight or nine years old, wearing rags all over his body. Although it was snowing in the sky and snowing on the ground, these eight little beggars did not have shoes, just broken. The cloth is wrapped in some straw and tied with ropes.

Was at their freezing and trembling from time to time, Chen Moran couldn't help but feel cold. On this snowy day, I don't know how many beggars like them. Maybe after the night, they can't open their eyes tomorrow. That is, the eight little beggars in front of them, can they survive this winter, all...

"Don't cry! Come back with me!"