Chapter 27 The Sad Thief

Ding Page sneered and said, "What are you doing? Of course, it's to judge you as a thief!"

The child shouted unrelentingly, "What's theft? Keep your mouth clean. If you slander the young master, be careful that my parents will settle accounts with you!"

"Is it a thief? You will know when you search your body later." Ding's page doesn't buy him!

The child finally panicked when he heard the word body search. The stolen goods are all on him. Isn't everything there for this search? He was also a clever master, and he immediately came to mind!

Seeing that he was about to walk to the secluded corner, his empty hand quickly took out Ding Yi's purse from his arms and threw it away. In his mind, since Ding Page tried his best to catch him, he just wanted to find his purse. Now that he threw the purse far away, she should immediately let go and pick up the purse, right?

In fact, his idea is not wrong at all. Normal people do do that. After all, his own purse is the most important thing.

What he didn't expect was that Ding Shizi didn't let go at all. He pulled his arm with one hand and rushed to the place where his purse fell.

Because of pushing the grinding disc all year round, Ding's page is very strong, and it is also easy to run. The child wanted to shake off the page and run away when she was not paying attention. It is only now that I know that Ding Xiaozi is very strong, and now he can only be dragged away like a poor chicken.

Ding Page quickly picked up the purse and stuffed it into his arms, holding the thief with the other hand.

Thinking that she was an orphan in her previous life and grew up in an orphanage, she also knew that many orphans would be thieves in order to make a living. She has never disdained this, but for those children who have been stealths, it is more a pity than contempt.

If it weren't for the environment, who would have had a good day and become a thief?

Looking at the child in front of her, Ding Yizi vaguely felt that the child had a story, which made her involuntarily want to meddle in other people's business. It's for this child, and also for the former self.

Ding Shizi still dragged the child, walked to the secluded corner, and looked him up and down coldly and seriously. But when he saw that he was wearing a cyan patch, there were seven or eight patches, but although the clothes were broken, they looked very clean. Obviously, the child was also a clean owner.

She always grabbed the child's hand and asked in a low voice, "Why do you want to be a thief?"

The child is impatient. Who is this? Why do you have to mind your own business? He really wants to spit fiercely on the face of the inexplicable woman in front of him! Let her know how powerful he is!

But it was really painful to be scratched by her arm, which made him have no courage to object at all.

Tears almost ran out, but as a man, he didn't want to cry like a woman! He took a deep breath and sucked back the tears. The child said in a rigid voice, "It's none of your business! Don't worry about the young master's business, otherwise if the young master has a chance in the future, he will have to let you not eat it.

Ding Xiaozi looked at him funnyly, "Ouch... This young man, why do you think I can't eat and walk? Can you tell me now so that I can be mentally prepared?

The child raised his head proudly, "Are you afraid? Let me tell you, Boss Niu is my own brother. If you don't let go, be careful, I'll tell my brother to go!"

Looking at the child's complacent appearance, Ding Yizi reached out and knocked two shivering on his head and said fiercely, "Huh! Who is Boss Niu? I don't know! If you don't answer me again, be careful that I won't be able to eat it this time!"

As he spoke, Ding Page added two more forces in his hand. Now the child's face is pale.

Ding Page has never tried her own strength on anyone, so she doesn't know that her current strength is the same as before. She thought she didn't have much strength.

Seeing the child grinning in pain, she only thought that the child was pretending to be in an attempt to lower her self-defense. The more I thought about it, the more subconsciously I increased my strength!

The child finally couldn't stand it anymore, and his mouth couldn't stand it. His eyes were red, and he complained in a choked voice: "You bully people! You are such a big man, and you still bully people! Whoo-hoo... It hurts me so much!"

As he spoke, tears fell down, and the hand caught by Ding Page was still trying to break free.

The more he is like this, the more Ding Page doesn't believe him, and his strength in his hands increases again!

The child broke free in every way. Finally, there was a crisp rattling sound. The child's face turned white, and he even forgot to cry. He stared round his eyes and looked at Ding Niazizi.

Ding Page's face also turned white. He looked at the child awkwardly and asked in a low voice, "This... that... Is your arm okay?"

It turned out that while the child was struggling, Ding Page did not pay attention to his own strength, so the child's arm was gloriously dislocated!

Ding Biaozi swore that she really didn't mean it. She never thought that she had become a Popeye now, and she had violently dislocated a child's arm. If it is known by her mother, she must be scolded to death.

Now the page finally let go of his hand. He looked at the child with embarrassment and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, why don't I take you to see the doctor?"

The arm was dislocated, and the child naturally felt great pain. He sat on the ground with his buttocks. The good hand grabbed the dislocated hand and cried loudly. The cry was heartbreaking.

Ding Yizi blushed so much that she was about to drip blood. If others knew that she had been dislocated by a child's hand, she had to say that she was a vicious woman without any pity.

Ding Shizi squatted down beside him and said helplessly, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, can you stop crying? I didn't mean it. If you hadn't stolen my purse first, how could I have grabbed you?"

The child cried and didn't forget to reintegrat himself. "Didn't I give you your purse a long time ago! Why are you still holding me? What's your purse like? Do you hold a grudge like this?

Ding's page was embarrassed. She really didn't have much money in her purse. When she came out, she only brought 50 cents with her, and she didn't bring more. Anyway, she doesn't have much money to use, and it's not necessary to bring too much. She deliberately took the fifty cents in order to go to the teahouse to find out the news.

Thinking about it, this child is also sad enough. He didn't steal money, and his arm was dislocated.

Hao Ran said, "That's not entirely my fault!" If you hadn't been a thief, how could you have been dislocated by me today? I think this is what God is telling you that this thief can't do! Let's see if you don't learn well in the future!"

The child cried for a while and finally calmed down. After all, the arm is just dislocated, not broken, so now the pain has been relieved a lot, but if you move a little, it will still hurt.

Seeing that his mood had stabilized, Ding Xiaozi asked in a low voice, "Hey... I don't know each other. What's your name?" How can a boy steal if he doesn't learn some serious craftsmanship?

The child glanced at the white page, hummed out of his nose, and turned his head. Although I complained about the black bear's strength in my heart, when I saw her talking to me in a good voice now, she sat on the ground just like myself, and the good impression in my heart came up.

Thinking that he has such a lot of money, no ordinary person is willing to talk to him so kindly, except for those friends who grew up with him.

"My name is money! I have no money, and I have no father or mother. What else can I do besides being a thief? You can't starve yourself to death.

Ding Page had never heard such a funny name, and immediately joked happily, "Hey... Didn't you call money to be rich? How can there be no money?"

If you have money, you snorted angrily and glanced at the page, "If you have money, you will be rich? Don't you know that this is just a good omen? So if you call me a princess, are you a princess?

Ding's page suffocated. I didn't expect that the child's eloquence was good and his reaction was also very sensitive.

"But don't you know it's not good to be a thief? You met me today. Although your arm is dislocated, it's not very serious at least. Just find a doctor to talk about it later. If you meet that bad-tempered person and beat you to death, where will you go to avenge your grievances?

This sentence may have made money think of some unpleasant memories, and he couldn't help poking.

"What can I do? Do you want to continue to be a beggar? It's not the same to attract people's eyes, and it's the same to be beaten!" Qian Qian said with a gloomy face. Obviously, he was not a thief before, and he had been a beggar.

Thinking that the child in front of him is also a fatherless person without a mother, just like himself in his previous life, Ding Yizi has a sense of identity. Looking at him, he seriously advised, "I know it's not easy for you to live, but it's better to be a beggar than a thief!" Stealing is against the law. You are still young and may not have been caught. What will you do if you are caught one day and send you to the government and let you go to prison? I think you might as well be an apprentice and do something seriously. As long as the master guarantees you food and accommodation, you can do something for him. Isn't it good?"

Qian Qian Qian pulled the dislocated arm and pouted and said, "Be an apprentice? It's easy to say! I have food and food alone. What about my friends? You can't let them just watch me get along. If I'm with them, at least I can help them a little."