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Guo Jingjing grew up eating a hundred meals, because the A Qing who picked him up was a beggar himself.

A Qing was a little crazy. He was not originally a person from Ma Jing Shan, but one year he suddenly appeared and lived alone in a tile-roofed Red Brick house near the pine forest. At that time, the Red Brick House were very good.

Legend has it that the house was built by a rich man in the city to wait for his wife to give birth. That night there was a storm and the rich man's wife was in labor, and the midwife was sweating with her mother, urging her to give it a try, girl, give it a try!

At this moment, the first wife of the rich man arrived in a black four-wheeled Volkswagen. Not only did she come, she also brought her two big brothers, and without saying a word, she kicked the door open and fell flat on her back. The people in the village all slept early, but with such a loud noise, there were still many families that turned on the lights and stood at the window to look around.

For a year, two years, three years, no one stayed with the Red Brick House. Someone in the village had thought of a way to get the man in the house to pry the chain on the door and prepare a new house for his son, but on the night of the wedding, his son's wife, who was so scared that she did not even have time to put on her clothes, ran out of the house and said that there was a woman crying in the house.

Then the bold young men of the village gathered together, ready to play cards all night, and just after two in the morning, with pale faces, came out and asked them what had happened, and when they saw the blood all over the wall, a woman holding a child in her arms, coaxing them to sing a nursery rhyme.

"Baby be good, sleep, sleep all the way to Grandmother Bridge …"

Since then, no one dared to go to that room anymore. Even if they walked past the door during the day, they would still feel the cold and gloomy feeling that made them feel uncomfortable all over.

When A Qing came, no one knew how old he was, his hair was messy, his beard was long, his skin was black and he could even rub off mud. However, the clothes he wore were pretty good, he was wearing a pair of dark green plastic canvas shoes with the bottom of the shoes cut out, it seemed like he walked a long way, he was wearing a very fashionable cotton jacket, his nylon pants were dirty, and his pants had two straight patches. On the first day, he wandered around the village, muttering: "I don't dare, I don't dare anymore, don't hit me, I won't see him again …"

Suddenly, early in the morning, the Elder Zhang who was selling pearls in the city passed by the Red Brick House's entrance and saw A Qing walking out of it. He had an appearance that said that he had just woken up and his eyes were almost popping out. Did you sleep here last night? "

He said that he was not a lunatic, and was just a bit more stupid than others. He had a name, and his name was A Qing, and he could even write very well, and looked good when he was writing "Qing". At that time, there weren't many people who could read at all, and had thought that there was such a fool in the village, but when they heard that he could write, everyone would not reject him as much.

Now, the Elder Zhang asked him if he had slept in the Red Brick House's bed last night. A Qing nodded and said pitifully: "No one lives here.

He meant that since there was no one living in the house, he decided to live in it, which made sense when he thought about it. He had been here for quite some time, and would sleep in the fire or the pile of straw every day. It would be better if it was summer, it was hot, and he was so dark, covered in mud, and there were no mosquitoes to find him, but soon it would be autumn, and the weather would be cold, and if he slept like this for another night, he would definitely freeze to death.

However, at that time, there were many small rooms, which family had a house for him to live in? It was probably because he couldn't stand the cold and had found this place.

Elder Zhang stretched his head out and looked at the house. It was pitch black and trembled just by looking at it. You slept in there all night? See what? Did you hear anything? "

A Qing looked down at his hands, picking at the dirt inside his nails and said, "There's really no one here, just me."

Seeing him being so silly, the Elder Zhang would probably not be able to get anything out of him. The old man had a saying, "Fools have good fortune, maybe this is also his good fortune," Old Zhang thought.

From then on, the Red Brick House became A Qing's home. He went out to beg during the day, and went back to sleep at night, but when winter came, the villagers gave him some old cotton-wool and old cotton-padded jackets, making him extremely happy. He even knew that they would invite people to his house, but no one dared to go to his haunted house.

Another five years passed just like that. No matter which village A Qing came from, everyone knew that the uninhabited Red Brick House of Ma Jing Shan lived in a place with a beggar called A Qing. He was a good person, but his brain was useless and a little crazy.

The winter this year was especially cold, and the snow falling at the foot of the Ma Jing mountain had caused the most of the pine trees to be crushed into pieces. On the top of the mountain, A Qing was wearing a pair of gloves, and nine of the ten fingers on his gloves were exposed to the snow, and a few large holes had appeared on his clothes, and even cotton was sticking out of them. He was wearing rubber boots that had been given by someone else, and stepped into the thick snow and went into the pine forest. Perhaps in the past, he wasn't a fool, and he might have suffered some sort of provocation to become like this.

As a result, right after he stepped into the forest, he heard a bunch of weak wails from infants, the sound was like a cat's cry, if it was not for the heavy snow, which was extremely quiet, people might not even be able to hear it, A Qing stood there and looked around, searching for the source of the sound. In the end, he saw a wooden basin under a pine tree, inside the basin was a baby, and the basin was probably covered by snow water for a while, and the baby was wrapped tightly in red flowers under the green ground, so the person who lost him probably did not want him to die from the cold.

A Qing blinked as he went to pick the baby up. He lifted the corner of the blanket that covered her face and took a look at the child. Her face was red from the cold and his facial features had yet to grow.

A Qing looked at the child for a long time. Seeing that there was no one around, he put the child back into the wooden basin and, along with the pot, went back to his Red Brick House s.

A Qing was very happy that day and thought that he would never be alone again. He wanted to be good to his child and take care of him, but he did not dare tell others about it, because he was afraid that if others knew, he would try to steal the child from him. He hid the child inside the Red Brick House and did not show it to anyone, so when he went out to beg for food, he would shut the door tightly.