Chapter 378

Fourteen years ago, it was in this dark and humid alley that she met a young beggar with blood all over her body and a chain on one ankle.

The afternoon sun of that year happened to be in this corner, and the teenager was in a dilemma and fell along the corner.

His cheeks were covered with dust, and he could not see the original appearance. Only his dark and alert eyes were impressive.

Even his clothes were in tatters, his white shirt was stained with dirt and blood, his trousers were worn out, and the iron chain on his ankle was about half a meter long. He held the other end in his hand and walked with difficulty.

It was the first time that she saw such a tragic teenager when she was ten years old.

When Yan Shiqi woke up from his 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 don't know. Did she help him?

The sun gradually fell to the west, and the wind passed through the low house of pingsu village, swept across the cheek and rolled up the desolation of lifelessness.

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

He said, "I am the beggar!"

Inkstone when seven eyes still linger in the broken lane, suddenly heard the wind sent this sentence, she was stunned.

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

His eyes, and those of the young man, seemed to coincide with each other in alternate years.

Heart rate disorder, stall.

Fourteen years ago, the picture, like a frame by frame rewind, make a comeback.

At that time——

Yan Shiqi followed the teacher's team to the streets of pingsu village.

She walked excitedly at the back of the line, looking around with a pair of beautiful big eyes.

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

In her little years, she had never seen the chicken, duck, white goose and the roof of mud brick and tile in the courtyard.

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

As a result, she walked more and more slowly, and gradually dropped out of the team. Nearly 20 children in front of her were also chattering. Among the five teachers who accompanied her, only three were busy arranging the line. The other two went to the accommodation gathering place first.

There are many ways in the houses, some villagers come out from time to time, or look at them or explore them.

Those eyes are not friendly.

At least ten year old Yan Shiqi doesn't have the hospitable side of a large population.

She clutched the shoulder strap of her pink backpack and lowered her head nervously in a hurry.

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

She was a little worried and ran forward with her schoolbag on her back.

Just around the corner of the alley, she did not catch up with the team, but ran into a pair of eyes as alert as falcon.

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

"You, you..."

Little she, voice trembling, young shoulders and waist stained with blood, eyes sharp, let her fear uneasiness.

She is the little daughter of the inkstone family. All her impressions are beautiful and simple. Even in Licheng, she seldom sees beggars.

Not to mention, the one who appeared in front of her at this moment was a teenager with blood all over and fierce eyes.

He should be a beggar, otherwise how could he be so down and out?