Change your clothes calmly, collect your belongings calmly, calculate countermeasures calmly, and make plans calmly.
Looking at Gao Kuan's collection of paintings and touching the small portrait painted by Gao Kuan, the pain was buried deep in his heart.
Although Rong Jinhua hated his sobriety, he was unable to refute the fact that the deceased was gone and life still had to go on.
Gao Kuan left a total of two thousand yuan, which must be taken to Peiping.
She was going to meet Gao's parents to add more.
Gao Kuan's clothes were also sorted and folded neatly in the cabinet.
Gao Kuan Su was happy.
She put away her oil, her favorite magazine, and her favorite pens in different categories.
As for whether to take them to Peking, she was still hesitant.
The room was too stuffy.
After sitting there for a while, she felt so depressed that she couldn't breathe.
She hurriedly put on her clothes for going out.
She wanted to go out for a walk, to squeeze into the market, to squeeze into the bustling crowd, to let the prosperity and the Devour yourself in the excitement and temporarily forget your guilt.
Walking on the street, the noise everywhere was like the waves hitting the face, and various sounds flooded into her ears.
Looking at the strange yet familiar streets, Jinhua couldn't help but turn pale.
She didn't know what Gao Kuan's departure meant to her before.
What a blow, but when she faced the world alone, cracks appeared in her calm and frozen heart, and anxiety crept in.
She found that Gao Kuan was not around, and she was so scared.
"Miss, miss, please give me some money."
As she was walking aimlessly, her dress was suddenly grabbed by a pair of hands.
Jinhua turned around and saw a little beggar pulling her dress and looking at it eagerly. she.
The little beggar's face was dirty and smeared with black ash.
The whites of his eyes were as white as mercury and the pupils were as black as ink dots.
It looked like black and white.
Jinhua looked at his appearance and slowly curved the corners of his mouth.
"Here you go."
She took out a small denomination banknote from her handbag.
She gathered up her skirt with one hand, knelt down, and put the banknote into the broken porcelain bowl of the little beggar with the other hand.
When the little beggar saw the banknote, his eyes He brightened up, but soon he became frightened again.
He looked at the beautiful lady in front of him, his face turned red, and he was a little at a loss.
Seeing the little beggar looking at her stupidly, Jinhua felt a little funny.
He smiled but felt his interest was waning, so he stood up straight and prepared to leave.
The little beggar saw his black handprints left on the beautiful lady's white skirt.
It looked very eye-catching.
He couldn't help but feel panic in his heart.
He also saw the beautiful lady about to leave.
He didn't know where the hard work rushed into his brain, and he knelt down with a plop.
Jinhua looked puzzled at the little beggar kneeling in front of him.
He came over to help him and said, "If you have something to say, stand up and say it."
"Miss, please take me away.
I am willing to work as a cow or a horse for you."
The little beggar kowtowed three times.
Seeing passers-by looking at him, Jinhua frowned and his voice became colder: "Let's talk about something."
The little beggar turned cold when he heard the beautiful lady's voice, and was a little dazed.
He jumped up from the ground with a shiver, and said in a loud voice: "Miss, I want to go with you."
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Looking at the child's stature, Jinhua guessed that he was only seven or eight years old, so he asked, "What's your name and how old are you?"
As soon as the little beggar heard what Jinhua asked him, he guessed that he was having trouble with this young lady.
He immediately smiled and replied: "I am fourteen this year.
I have forgotten my previous name.
Please give me a name."
Jinhua frowned when she heard what the little beggar said.
She would definitely have a lot of difficulties and dangers along the way.
Carrying such a burden was not a suitable investment.
Seeing Jinhua frowning, the little beggar became anxious and knelt down again: "Miss, please take me away, please.
Miss, you are" When Jinhua heard what he said, she smiled evilly.
She stopped him and said, "I am not a Bodhisattva.
Please tell me what you know and why I should take you away."
The little beggar swallowed the unfinished words along with the saliva in his throat.
He lowered his head and looked very depressed.
Jinhua looked at him and continued indifferently: "You have no skills, why should I take you away?"
Woolen cloth" The little beggar lowered his head, not daring to breathe out.
His body was trembling as if he was crying.
Although Jinhua couldn't bear it, he still hardened his heart.
In troubled times, he couldn't even protect himself, so how could he carry a big burden?
"Miss is a kind person.
I want to repay Miss.
I haven't eaten for many days and only Miss gave me money."
The little beggar cried and wiped his tears with his dirty sleeves.
Seeing that he was out of breath from crying and about to faint, Jin Hua sighed in his heart and handed over the handkerchief he was wearing: "Use this to wipe it."
The little beggar saw the beautiful lady in front of him holding a snow-white handkerchief in her white jade hand and handing it to him.
He forgot to cry for a moment and stared at the beautiful lady speechlessly.
Jinhua stuffed the handkerchief into his hand, and the little beggar took it with both hands flattered.
He looked at the snow-white handkerchief, and his two dirty little hands did not dare to take it anymore, and rubbed it vigorously on his body. rub.
Jinhua looked at the timid look on the little beggar, was silent for a moment, and said calmly: "Wipe the tears on your face."
The little beggar listened to Jinhua's words and quickly rubbed his face with the handkerchief.
The white handkerchief turned into a black handkerchief, and the little black face turned into a little white face.
Taking advantage of the black and white eyes, he looked quite strange. , there is a certain height and width between the eyebrows.
Looking at the little beggar, Jinhua's breathing became rapid.
She wanted to speak, but she couldn't help but look into those eyes, and ended up choked with tears.
"Miss," the little beggar asked timidly when he saw Jinhua's gaffe.
He didn't know where he had offended the beautiful lady.
Jinhua felt like a rock being constantly hit by the sea.
She looked at the little beggar excitedly, opened her mouth, and her voice finally came out of her throat.
She asked: "Do you want to come with me?"
The little beggar nodded.
The light in his eyes was like sparks in the dark night.
He knelt down and kowtowed: "Yes, yes."
Jinhua looked at him and raised the corners of her mouth sincerely.
She felt that the child in front of her might be the angel A Kuan gave her to atone for her sins.
Her voice trembled invisibly.
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"From now on, your name will be Gao Kuan."
The little beggar was in a daze.
He obviously didn't expect that Jinhua would be willing to take him away.
Soon, when he realized what he was doing, he felt that he had been soaked in honey, and all the hardships were over.
"Miss" "Don't call me miss from now on, call me sister-in-law."
Jinhua closed her eyes and replied in a voice that had been suppressed for a long time before she calmed down.
The little beggar was overjoyed and called out sweetly, "Sister-in-law".
The smile on his face was as pure as the first snow in early winter.
Jinhua looked at the little beggar and reached out to hold his hand.
She regarded the little beggar as a sweet opium to soothe her guilty heart.
"Gao Kuan, let's go home." sjgsf0916: