Chapter 6 Begging

He Xiaozhuo can't ask for food, and he hasn't asked for food. And it is even more difficult to ask for food.

What I didn't expect is that fools can beg for food and are very professional.

A small aluminum basin in his left hand was in front of his chest, shuttled through the flow of people coming and going. When he saw people coming, he immediately went forward, looked straight at him, raised the begging guy, and then opened his little white teeth, revealing his iconic giggle, a begging look, and a set of broken Rotten clothes, rubber shoes showing their toes - poor fool. That's how it is, that is, if you want it in this place every day, who can have the heart not to give him something? Song Jun looked at the fool at a glance, and he was really professional.

There are also people who don't pay, and fools will follow them all the way and follow them far. Seeing that they haven't moved, there is no dissatisfaction, let alone be discouraged. Soon they will find another person coming, immediately turn around and rushing over, repeating the same action and giggling. Seeing that they throw money into the aluminum box, they will feel bow and bow. Excited, there will be a voice that no one can understand.

But there are also some who not only don't give money, but also dislike the interruption of fools, and even throw out a string of dirty words, and even raise their fists in the air. At this time, the fool will run away quickly, like a runaway dog, running back from time to time to see if it catches up. At this time, He Xiaozhuo wanted to rush up, talk loudly to those people, and even compete with those who put their fists. But every time he still held back, his lips were bitten, and the nails of his clenched fists were buckled into the flesh. Tears could only be contained in his eyes, and blood could only drip into his heart. After consecutive encounters, he has learned to be silent and endure. This is maturity. Although he should not be a teenager to take responsibility, he must take responsibility. Survival is already a cruel reality.

A kind of guilt hit his heart and made the fool run around like this. He Xiaozhuo couldn't bear it. He should have needed people to take good care of him, and people like the baby should not always be bullied like now. The days with the baby are at least happy, but now... He Xiaozhuo now only Keep an eye on the fool to prevent him from getting lost, not because Song Jun asked him to look at the fool, but because he must take good care of the fool for a lifetime.

"Children," an old voice pulled He Xiaozhuo out of his thoughts. A messy hair, a wrinkled face, a messy white beard sprinkled on his chest, worn clothes barely covered his skinny bones, a blue-streaked hand with a bare crutch, and an old dry hand trembled slightly raised in front of He Xiaozhuo, and a pleading look appeared in his pale eyes. This is a more aging old beggar. Seeing him begging from him, He Xiaozhuo couldn't help but burst into tears. An unspeakable soreness penetrated his lungs and wanted to cry bitterly.

The old man's hand was still in mid-air, waiting for He Xiaozhuo's charity.

"Give me some..." The old man said, and his voice sounded so desolate and pitiful.

He Xiaozhuo suddenly woke up and didn't say anything. He suddenly grabbed a full handful of coins and stuffed them into the old man's palm. The old man left with a smile, and even his face glowed red.

No one has noticed this detail, the streets are still flowing, and busy people are still walking on their own journey. But this scene was seen by the fool.

Every time a fool asks for a certain amount of money, he has to run to He Xiaozhuo and give the money to He Xiaozhuo for safekeeping. Just now, when the fool was about to give money to He Xiaozhuo, he witnessed all this in front of him. The fool paused for a moment and looked at He Xiaozhuo questionably. But for a moment, the fool seemed to suddenly understand something. Just as He Xiaozhuo was about to explain, the fool suddenly turned around and chased after the old beggar, stumbled to the old beggar, grabbed the old beggar's old hand, put the palm up, and poured the money in the aluminum box into the old beggar's hand. In the jingling sound, many hard The coins were sprinkled on the ground, and the fool ignored those. After pouring the money, he turned around and ran back to He Xiaozhuo, with excitement and excitement on his face, as if he had finally succeeded.

He Xiaozhuo held the fool tightly in his arms, and only the fool could understand him best. No matter what he did, the fool would not hesitate to stand on his side, spare no effort to support himself, and never ask right or wrong. In the fool's mind, everything He Xiaozhuo did was right, and there was no doubt that it was extremely exemplary. Imitation. This is a fool, my good brother.

He Xiaozhuo held the fool tighter, and tears came out of his eyes. Neither of them thought that if they could pay 200 yuan, what awaits them would be Song Jun's terrible curse.

At this moment, Song Jun stood on a street corner not far away and took all this in sight.

Some people began to gather. If He Xiaozhuo has not paid attention to the old beggar's money, the fool fell into the old beggar's hand, and the sound of coins rolling on the ground is enough to attract passers-by.

What's going on? Are beggars asking for money? Does the beggar give money back to the beggar? Looking at the white-haired old man on one side, a ragged teenager and a dementia fool on the other side, many people were stunned and speechless for a long time. What is this situation: Well-dressed passers-by may have turned a blind eye to these dirty and sick beggars around them, and indifference has become a natural habit of more people, but today, in the face of beggars' charity to beggars, children's alms to the elderly, can they still persist this habit or just become a hunter The spectator?

For a long time, silence.

Suddenly, a white and slender hand reached out to the aluminum lunch box thrown by the fool on the ground... Wu Shiyuan, that's a 50 yuan*! Then, more hands reached over, coins, *, * of different faces began to silently put into the aluminum lunch box, and then left silently.

He Xiaozhuo and the fool were busy and sincerely expressing their gratitude to people, and their tears could not be cleaned up unconsciously.

A figure silently turned behind He Xiaozhuo,

"Today you have to get back twice as much money as before!" The voice is cold and vicious. It's Song Jun. After Song Jun finished speaking, he disappeared silently.

"Liar! Liar!" A voice suddenly shouted, "They are a group!"

Everyone raised their heads in surprise.

A young man in his twenties is pointing to He Xiaozhuo and the fool, and shouting excitedly in the direction of the old beggar and even far away Song Jun:

"He, they must be a group, working together to cheat everyone's money!"

"No way?" People began to waver.

"At such an old age, isn't it obvious that you are a fool? Such people also come out to cheat?" People began to talk about it.

" Besides, there is no need for a group of people to pay in front of us on the street?"

"So, do you know each other?" The young man pointed to He Xiaozhuo and the fool, and then pointed to the old beggar again, but strangely, at some point, the old beggar disappeared and no one saw him leave.

"See, right? It must be a guilty heart. Why did the old beggar run away? Are you sure you are in the group?" Young people are a little proud.

"We are not!" He Xiaozhuo resolutely retorted.

"Of course you won't admit it." The young man suddenly grabbed the fool and said, "Do you know that old beggar?" He cleverly thought that a fool was a breakthrough.

Unexpectedly, the fool didn't say anything. Instead, he raised his little white teeth, revealing his iconic giggle. There was something in his mouth, and a long string of saliva flowed out of his mouth. The young man quickly put down his hand, causing the people next to laugh involuntarily.

The young man was enraged and pointed to He Xiaozhuo: "What did the man in the suit just say to you? Are you in the group? I've been staring at you!"

"I, I..." He Xiaozhuo was speechless for a moment. He wanted to deny it, but he was born honest and blushed at the thought of lying, let alone say it again?

"Look, is there nothing to say? This is called acquiescence. A proud look of young people.

"Son, just say it, if it's not." A kind-hearted old man comforted He Xiaozhuo.

He Xiaozhuo lowered his head in shame, and at this time, he was even more unable to deny it.

"Child, just talk. If you don't know, you don't know. So many people won't bully you..." An old woman couldn't help saying that she put 10 yuan in the aluminum lunch box just now.

"What did you say? Can you say it a long time ago?" Young people are very self-respecting in order to find out the scam. "Now swindlers are made by any means. It's us kind-hearted people who are deceived, but they are too kind-hearted..."

Just as the young man was proud to go on, no one noticed that the fool suddenly came forward and spit on the young man, which was completely unexpected. Even the young man's phlegm still spit on the young man's clothes.

"You stinky beggar, how dare you vomit me?" The young man raised his hand and slapped the fool's face fiercely. The fool's eyes suddenly appeared and he turned around in place.

"No beating!" He Xiaozhuo immediately rushed forward, pushed the young man away, and held the fool in his arms.

"Good boy, liar, how dare you fight back?" When the young man rushed forward again, he had already used both hands and feet and hit He Xiaozhuo and the fool like raindrops.

Someone in the crowd also began to shout, "Yes, hit him!" Liar, you should fight!" Then a few more people rushed up...

He Xiaozhuo hugged the fool tightly and tried his best to protect the fool with his body. And the fool has shivered in his arms.

"Ouch, stop it. Why is he also a child!" I don't know how long it took for a voice to stop the unilateral war. A middle-aged man in his fifties drank everyone, with a white apron around his waist.

"I've been selling deep-fried dough sticks at this stall. The two children have been begging for a few days, but the old man saw it for the first time, so I'm sure they are not a group, and they won't come together, right? It's pitiful for such a little child to come out to beg for food anyway. I think everyone will break up..."

People just dispersed. The old lady who was talking just left did not forget to pick up the yuan she had just given from the ground. In fact, after a fight, the aluminum lunch box containing the money had already been trampled. There were still a lot of * just now, and now there are only some coins spilled on the ground, * long disappeared.

The old man selling deep-fried dough sticks helped He Xiaozhuo from the ground, and he had a few more deep-fried dough sticks in his hand.

"Son, go home. Anyway, I believe the money you gave me for food. Go home and don't suffer outside..."

He Xiaozhuo declined the old man, picked up the aluminum lunch box that had been trampled on, held the fool in his arms with difficulty, ignored the coins spilled on the ground, and limped away...