I felt very curious and felt that this little boy looked familiar, especially his eyes, as if I had seen him somewhere.
I stopped, frowned slightly, and looked at him.
I remembered that I still had a pack of compressed biscuits in my backpack, so I put down my backpack, took it out, then walked up to the little boy, handed the biscuits to the little boy’s hand, and said, “Little brother, eat it. " He looked down at the compressed biscuit in his hand.
I thought he didn't know what it was, so I quickly said, "These are vegetable biscuits, they are delicious."
"Thank you, big brother, you are a good person."
He smiled at me.
"You're welcome."
I looked him up and down curiously.
There was a layer of padding on his hands, wrists, elbows and knees.
The pads were cut from discarded car tires, but from above you could see the I asked in surprise: "Little brother, do you also kowtow to grow your head?"
"Yeah."
He nodded and said, "He's from Guizhou."
"Are your whole family here?"
I asked in surprise.
"Yes."
His determined eyes flashed, and he said, "But my parents fell seriously ill and died on the road.
I followed others all the way here.
With their care, I was able to get here safely. " I was shocked, and couldn’t understand why such a young child had to kneel and kowtow for two to three thousand kilometers to get here.
Are these parents crazy?
I said: "How long have you been gone?"
"They set off when I was four years old.
I am five and a half now, and we have been gone for a year and a half."
He answered very plainly, and his tone was very mature, completely inconsistent with his age, which made me I was even more surprised.
Could it be tempered by the hardships of the past year and a half?
The children of the poor have become masters early and are more sensible, but it is too early for him.
"Why would they do that?"
I asked.
"My mother was ill and could not be cured, so my father accompanied my mother and took me here on a pilgrimage.
He hoped that my mother's illness would be cured, which was considered as a wish to be fulfilled," he said again.
"It's not possible to cure it, or there's no money to cure it."
The little boy and I looked at each other.
"Is there any difference?"
His little mouth moved slightly.
I instinctively wanted to explain the difference between inability to cure and lack of money to cure.
I was about to speak when I was suddenly startled.
I found that the little boy’s eyes were not filled with doubts, but a look of indifference that looked down upon everything.
I took a deep breath.
It was me who was stupid. .
Yes, is there a difference between not being able to cure it and not being able to afford it?
Without money, no one will treat you, even simple illnesses.
It's just that they pin all their hopes of curing the disease on the Buddha, which is very undesirable.
If it is regarded as a wish, it is understandable, but with these small children, I really can't understand it.
"Brother, do you believe in Buddhism?"
the little boy asked me again.
"I" I was at a loss for words.
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Do I believe in Buddhism?
I don't know if I believe in Buddhism, but I am a Taoist, and the Seven Stars Temple is a Taoist temple, so I did not dare to answer the little boy rashly.
Although he was just a little boy, I couldn't answer him perfunctorily or hastily.
I thought about it and said, "I don't know either, but I will follow the crowd.
When I see a temple with Buddha, I will also go to offer incense and worship." of."
"Brother, thank you for your honesty."
He looked at me with a slight smile and continued to ask: "Then do you believe in reincarnation?"
I was surprised again.
This little boy must know too much, but when I thought about it, maybe his parents told him this when they were dying, saying that they would reincarnate and come back to find him.
This is for him.
Hope and the courage to live.
I nodded, and then said: "Little brother, if you have no place to go after this Dharma conference is over, you can go back with your brother.
My brother will guarantee that you will not be hungry for three meals, and you will not be frozen in autumn and winter."
"No, thank you, brother."
He refused with a smile.
He said, "Although I don't even eat vultures, I have a place to go."
"What?"
At this moment, my hair all stood up and my scalp was numb.
The Undertaker once said that people who don’t even eat vultures, and the Undertaker died last night.
Is it just a coincidence that this little boy met me like this today?
I took a deep breath, then forced myself to calm down, and then asked in a very calm tone: "Who are you?
Why don't the vultures eat it?"
"It doesn't matter who I am."
His innocent smile made me feel boundless terror, and then he said: "Brother, do you believe me?"
"I don't even know who you are, how can you expect me to trust you?"
I asked.
"Okay, then I dare you to say that you should go and save your partner now.
It is really pathetic for you to hand him over to the person who killed him."
The little boy suddenly spoke.
"What do you mean?"
I don't understand.
His little mouth opened slightly, and four words came out: "Yin Yang Pawn Shop."
Hiss, I took a breath of air and instantly understood what he meant.
Then without thinking, he turned around and rushed towards the location of Yin Yang Pawn Shop.
At the three-way intersection, the Wuling Rongguang could no longer be seen, nor could anyone else be seen.
They had obviously been sent away.
I rushed towards the Yin Yang Pawn Shop and came to the front of the rolling shutter door.
At this moment, the rolling shutter is closed tightly and seems to be locked.
After closing his eyes and sensing that no one was inside, there was a swipe sound, a white light flashed, Jun Sheng's sword was unsheathed, and he directly split the rolling shutter door in half.
The lower half fell to the ground, while the upper half rolled up.
I stepped through the rolling gate, rushed into the elevator, and pressed the switch next to it.
There was a rumbling sound, and the elevator slowly descended.
Then we arrived at the basement level, it was pitch dark and all the lights were turned off.
But my night vision is super strong, whether I turn on the lights or not.
At a glance, I saw that the entire aisle was empty.
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It had been guarded by those gangsters before, but now there was no one there.
I carried my sword, walked through the aisle, and walked inside step by step.
I even closed my eyes while walking, for fear of being ambushed by the masked man.
But when I reached the end, I found nothing.
Maybe they were all persuaded to leave.
Maybe they will come back after the Dharma conference is over.
Suddenly I found writing on the wall.
When I took a closer look, I was dumbfounded.
The word "DANG" on the wall is still so conspicuous.
But underneath the word "Dang", a line of words was carved with a sharp tool: You are late.
My heart suddenly thumped.
Something happened.
The masked man was really related to the masked man.
I just broke up with the masked man, and the masked man disappeared.
Hey, this is too bad.
Can Wang Chuan's body still be recovered?
How should I explain it when I meet Qian Qian: