Chapter 12 Heart palpitations

"The head is still there!"

Sitting in the carriage and touching the warm neck, Chen Moran couldn't help screaming luck.

At that time, when Lord Liu stood up, Chen Moran was so scared that he almost knelt down and begged for mercy. He came to this time and space inexplicably. He didn't want to be rich and noble, and the head on his neck was cut off. At that time, he was afraid that he would be more wronged than Dou E.

"Good! What a tough one!"

Fortunately, the laughter after that sentence made Chen Moran's soul, who was so scared that he almost lost his soul, return to three souls and two souls.

In the next little hour, I dared to say as before. On the contrary, following Liu Nengxian's words, he racked his brains to flatter his uncle to keep his head. I'm afraid that hour was the most difficult time in my life. Fortunately, Liu Nengxian, who was shot with articles from later generations, was useless. Even the words "What my brother said" were used, but the awkwardness in his heart could be solved by others.

Later, when they had dinner, Sun Jingnan and Liu Nengxian kept themselves there to eat, and Chen Moran, who was scared and uncomfortable, dared to stay there. He found an excuse in the factory and almost escaped from Sun's house.

Although there was a stove in the carriage, he was very scared. Chen Moran, who was soaked in cold sweat, still felt a little cold. When he reached out to warm his hands on the stove, he even had a little lingering fear.

Those officials in this era all hold the power of life and death, killing people, like crushing an ant. If they don't pay attention that day, they will really offend them. I'm afraid that they won't know what to do when they die.

"Dog said, next time my mother sees those officials, I will hide as far away as I can!"

Thinking of this, Chen Moran secretly swore on his lips that Sun's encounter was really dangerous. Is there such luck next time? I'm afraid that only God will know.

Staying away from officialdom is Chen Moran's policy for himself when he first came to this world. The sinisterness of being in officialdom is far from comparable to later generations. Chen Moran, who has been in officialdom for several years in later generations, was forced to resign because of his discomfort in that kind of life. In this era of official power, once he is in it, he only I'm afraid that if I resign at that time, I'm afraid that my head may also be cut off in a muddle.

Official power is like a mountain!

The cold sweat behind

reminded Chen Moran that he must remember his strategy to stay away from officialdom.

"Oh!"

There are also difficulties in heaven, and Chen Moran can't help sighing.

"Dog, hurry up and change your fucking life! When the revolution comes, as long as I have money, I will be the uncle on the beach!"

Chen Moran, who was scared, couldn't help fantasizing about the good days of those rich men on the beach in the TV program. That's the life he wants. Chinese food and beautiful women are like clouds...

Thinking of beautiful women like clouds and seeing wonderful people in Sun's study, I can't help but float in Chen Moran's mind. With Xiaoni's appearance, if it is put in later generations, it is also a great beauty that makes people amazing.

"Ha ha! Miss Sun looks good!" "

The lustful heart surged in his heart, but it also faded away from the previous uneasiness. If Chen Moran, who was smiling at the corners of his mouth, looked in the mirror at this time, he would have four words, with a "silver smile" on his face.

When Chen Moran baked the stove in the carriage and recalled Miss Sun with a silver smile on his face, snow floated outside the car. The carriage walked forward on the snowy road, carrying the whip, wrapped in a cotton-padded jacket, and raised the whip. The speed of the carriage was a little faster.

In the wind and snow, passers-by hurried by. There was only one and a half young man standing alone on the roadside. The snow hit him on his shoulder, and there was a thin layer of snow on the black broken jacket.

"Wow!"

Lin Yuqing, with blue lips, rubbed his frozen and swollen hands and blew a breath into the palm of his hand. Whenever someone passed by, he would take a look. Every time those people in clothes and civilized sticks passed by, when they saw the man's action, there would be a trace of disappointment on his face.

It's been three days.

After burying his father, Lin Yuqing came here again, standing in the place where he sold his body and buried axes, waiting for the appearance of the kind-hearted master for three days.

The kindness of being received by dripping water should be repaid. Lin Yuqing did not dare to forget his father's teaching when he was alive. However, the uncle who did not act neatly at the beginning gave him money and bought himself, and he had to fulfill his promise.

"...Sir, it's okay..."

"Madam..."

A few eleven or twelve-year-old beggars stood not far from Lin Yuqing. From time to time, these little beggars were begging from passers-by with bowls, and they were often white-eyed. The cold wind, the frozen purple-faced little beggars trembled from time to time, but it was difficult to change the sympathy of others.

The little beggar holding a bowl with a stick looked at the dark sky and walked towards Lin Yuqing, who was standing not far away.

"Brother Qing, it's getting late today. Let's go back soon! Come back tomorrow!"

Lin Yuqing shook his head.

"Xiao Liu, wait a little longer!"

looked at Xiao Liu's red and swollen face, Lin Yuqing's heart softened.

"Xiao Liu, you guys go back! On this snowy day, there are few people on the street. If there is nothing, there is still some rice at home. Go back and cook some rice soup to drink and slowly slow down.

The little beggars in front of him met Lin Yuqing near the shack after wandering to Shanghai with his father. When his father was seriously ill, these little beggars also gave him some miscellaneous rice soup, although they also did not have enough to eat.

Later, when his father died, he met the kind-hearted master who gave him some money. After buying a coffin to bury his father, Lin Yuqing took the rest of the money to buy some rice and found the little six in the "home". The shack built by his father when he was alive became the seven little beggars who had the same disease as Lin Yuqing and Xiao Liu, who had no father and no mother. Lin Yuqing, the oldest, became a parent.

"Brother Qing..."

Looking at Qing, who insisted on waiting, Xiao Liu hesitated and opened his mouth.

"Those rich men were kind-hearted at that time. Maybe they had forgotten it for a long time. Even if you find him, he may not want you, Brother Qing, let's go home!"

Home, although it is just a small shack, in Xiao Liu's view, it is his own home, and Brother Qing in front of him is his family. The eldest brother, Brother Qing's father is gone. He met a kind-hearted person and gave up a few money for a while, but Brother Qing admitted that the person who gave the money was his master. They were all waiting here. It's been three days, and I haven't waited for the kind-hearted person. Maybe they have forgotten it for a long time.

"Six, when my father was alive, he used to say that men's words can be nailed, nailed, can't be returned, and there is a letter. When people bought me, I had to make cattle and horses for others!"

Lin Yuqing shook his head and muttered that this kindness would never end in his life. That is, at the beginning, he hung a sign to bury his father, and he should have believed it.

The snow is still falling, and Lin Yuqing is still standing by the roadside, watching the pedestrians passing by.

The snow fell on his shoulders, and the black cotton-padded jacket was hanging white. Lin Yuqing walked back and forth to warm his body, and sometimes looked at the road.

"That's..."

A carriage in the distance came over.