C15

Qi Xing revealed a look of understanding, so there were also many rules. Was he really going to beg? He had no home to return to, no money to spend. What could he do with his body? Qi Xing was at a loss …

"So that's how it is. Thank you, old grandpa, you are …" Qi Xing couldn't help but ask after hearing the old beggar talk so much with him, and he still didn't know the old beggar's name.

"When the old beggar heard Qi Xing call him grandpa, traces of a smile appeared on his aged face." My surname is Shen and my name is Liang. You can call me Grandfather Jie … What's your little brat's name? "

"Un, Grandpa Jie, my name is Qi Xing." Then, the beggar that you mentioned has a sect? " Qi Xing asked softly.

"Yes, there's a sect." As he spoke of the sect, a look of reminiscence appeared on his face. "I used to be an outer disciple of the sect. Ah …"

"Then why did Grandfather …" Qixing was curious, so he changed his position slightly and said softly.

"It's a long story …" "Let's go. My place is not that big, but I can still add you …"

Qi Xing didn't react for a while and only realized what was going on after Jie Liang took two steps. From then on, he became a beggar. Something in his heart was slowly shattering …

Just like that, in this city, there was an extra little beggar, and another pair of old and young beggars. Sunset squatting in an abandoned corner, you can sometimes see this pair of beggars begging around for a bite to eat...

Spring passed and autumn came again. Time was like that. Winter had arrived …

"Grandpa Jie, look, I want two chicken legs today. I will give this to you to eat." Qi Xing ran in excitedly with a chicken leg in his hand.

He looked at the boy in front of him, who was wearing a torn set of clothes. He didn't know how it felt, but this boy was both intelligent and sensible. Sometimes, he felt that the boy in front of him was his grandson. However, such a boy was a beggar without any status. Facing the chicken leg that he brought, Top Scorer could not help but think of the past. Every time the boy left a few things for him, who was half dead and had entered the coffin, to eat, he would starve, endure the cold, block his whip, wash his feet, and help him … He remembered everything clearly, and now that he thought about it, he could feel tears welling up in his eyes, deeply moved by the boy in front of him. He shook his head as he laid on the wooden board.

"I don't have much time left. I think I'll just find a place to bury me after I die. You're a good kid, it's a pity …" "Good, good life, down you go …" In the end, Qi Xing only said this short sentence as he reached out to touch the forehead of Qi Xing. Qi Xing looked at the forehead of Qi Liang who was slowly closing his eyes, and felt the weight on his forehead lighten.

Scenes of how he was with the old man began to spread in Qi Xing's mind. In all these years, this was the first time Qi Shengyu had felt kinship with the old man, yet now the old man had passed away …

Under the dim light of the night, Qi Xing was lying beside an old beggar. Even though his clothes were still tattered and tattered, Qi Xing had already cleaned himself and was digging his grave at the foot of the mountain. Perhaps it was because the beggars were pitiful, but some kind-hearted person had borrowed the hoe and the star. From the afternoon until the evening, the hands of the star had long since been worn out. Seeing the tomb taking shape step by step, Qi Xing's heart became more and more sad. Why was happiness always so short …

"Hehe, this lowly one is boasting shamelessly, so I'm here to request for votes …"