Chapter 378 I am the beggar!

  Fourteen years ago, in this dark and damp alley, she met a young beggar who was covered in blood and had an iron chain on his ankle.

  The sunshine in the afternoon that year was just right, but at this corner, the young man stumbled along the corner in embarrassment.

  His cheeks were covered with dust, and he couldn't see the original appearance. Only the dark and alert eyes were impressive.

Even his clothes were in tatters, his white shirt was stained with dirt and blood, his trousers were also worn out, and the iron chain locked on his ankle was about half a meter long, and the other end was held in his hand. It's difficult to move.

  It was ten years old, and it was the first time she saw such a tragic teenager.

When Yan Shiqi woke up from the memory, he sighed, "I don't know if the beggar was rescued later."

   She sighed, and the picture hidden in her memory became more and more clear.

  I wonder if the helping hand she extended back then was useful to him?

  The sun gradually fell to the west, and the sound of the wind passed through the low houses of Pingsu Village, swept across the cheeks and rolled up the lifeless desolation.

  Then, the man’s low and obscure words were blown into his ears by the wind.

  He said: "I am the beggar!"

  Yan Shiqi's gaze was still lingering at the dilapidated alleyway, and she was stunned when she heard the words sent by the wind.

  A few seconds later, she slowly turned her head, facing the man's dark eyes, she couldn't believe it.

  His eyes, and those of the young man, seem to merge into one with alternating years.

  Heartbeat, disorderly stall.

  The picture fourteen years ago, like a rewind frame by frame, is making a comeback.

  At that time——

  Yan Shiqi followed the team led by the teacher to the streets and lanes of Pingsu Village.

  She walked at the back of the team enthusiastically, looking around with her big beautiful and moist eyes.

  Children who have lived in the city since childhood have always had a lot of curiosity and reveries about life in the village.

  The chickens, ducks, white geese, and mud brick and Daiwa roofs in the yard were never seen in her young age.

  To her, all this is like another world full of novelty, waiting for her to explore the fun.

Therefore, she walked slowly and slowly, and gradually dropped out of the team. Nearly twenty children in front were also chatting non-stop. Of the five accompanying teachers, at this moment, only three of them were busy arranging the marching team. The other two went to the accommodation assembly first.

  In the houses with a lot of paths, some villagers walk out from time to time, or look at them carefully or inquiringly.

  Those eyes are not friendly.

  At least in the eyes of ten-year-old Yan Shiqi, there is no hospitable side among the large population.

  She gripped the shoulder straps of her little pink backpack, lowered her head nervously, and walked in a hurry.

  In a blink of an eye, when she raised her eyes again, she could only see the student team in front of her, and she was about to turn into the alley.

  She was a little anxious, and ran forward holding the schoolbag behind her back.

  Just round the corner of the alley, she did not catch up with the team, but ran into a pair of vigilant eyes like a falcon.

  She was horrified and stood in front of him at a loss.

"you you……"

  Little, she has a trembling voice, blood stains on the youth's shoulders and waist, her eyes are sharp, making her afraid and uneasy.

  She is the little daughter of the Yan family. All the impressions she has had since she was sensible are beautiful and simple. Even in Licheng, she rarely sees beggars.

  Not to mention, the boy who appeared before her at this moment was **** and sharp-eyed.

  He should be a beggar, otherwise, how could he be so downhearted?

  (End of this chapter)