Mo Ran was walking alone on the street. There were still ghosts on the road, floating and resentful. The bluestone steps under his feet grew some lonely blue moss, which was wet and slippery when stepping on the soles of his feet...

After the fierce argument, I calmed down and found that my fingers had all worn out. The door frame was rough and had many burrs. It was thorny in the flesh and blood, and was blurred. Fortunately, the surroundings were dark and not noticed by ghosts.

He looked silently with his eyelashes hanging down his eyes, probably because he felt so uncomfortable that he didn't feel any pain in his heart.

He looked back at the closed courtyard gate, and knew that the man behind the door would not say anything more to him.

He is actually not unfamiliar with such refusal. Mo Ran is a person who is common with malice, which allows him to know whether his begging is useful from the eyes of others and two or three words.

In fact, when the man changed his words and said to him, "I haven't seen it before", Mo Ran instinctively understood that this person would not tell even a truth to him anymore. It was just about Chu Wanning's earth soul, so he was unwilling to accept it until he was pushed out of the door until the door was closed.

It has been a long time since he was rejected so roughly, but sometimes, the length of time cannot determine anything, and the momentum cannot change the fundamentals. Some things are engraved into the bones.

Xue Meng once called him a lowly person.

It's funny, Mo Ran felt that the two poisonous words "Pride of Heaven" could not hurt his self-esteem.

Yes, he was originally a lowly person in the mouths of the crowd, and he could hear more vicious words than this, so what else is he not used to?

He finally looked back at the Yan He wooden door, and walked away slowly while watching the ghosts and laughing.

Mocking, insulting, alone, and silence.

It was a rare scene of such a down-and-out and helpless scene, overlapping with the childhood memories of disrepair in my mind. Mo Ran walked, probably because his situation was so similar that he couldn't help but slowly recall the days when he and his mother depended on each other...

During those days, they were not in Lefang, but were wandering on the streets of Linyi and wandering near Rufengmen.

During those days, he at least had his mother.

My mother loved him and was unwilling to let such a young child go out to beg for food. She always settled him in a abandoned woodshed and went out to perform arts and sing on the streets.

She has a good foundation. With a bamboo pole, she can do a dance on the pole. She can always make some money back every day. She buys a cake and two bowls of porridge, and the mother and son eat it separately. The mother always wants the child to eat more, but Mo Ran always takes a few bites and says that the cake is too hard and the porridge has no taste. She says that her stomach is full and refuses to eat it again.

But she didn't know that every time she sighed and ate the half cake "leftover" of Mo Ran and half a bowl of porridge, the young child curled up next to him and pretended to be sleeping would squint and look at her secretly. Seeing that she had eaten her full, he finally felt relieved. Even if she was hungry, he felt at ease.

She didn't know that every day she left and went to Linyi East City to perform her skills, her children would crawl out of the pile of firewood and secretly go to a place two streets away from her to beg for food.

My mother sang slowly and gently at the intersection of the street, supporting her ten-foot-high pole, and her thin body was floating on her head. The bottom was covered with gravel and residual porcelain. If she accidentally fell, all these pieces would be pierced into her flesh and blood, but those who saw it felt exciting and fresh. She used a cheap life to try her best to win the smiles of those rich young men and women.

Two streets away, her child was begging along the street, grinning with people in front of every household, dirty faces, and talking auspicious words in a monotonous way, wanting to ask for something to eat. But there is no, and it is not often.

One day, a rich young grandmother was pregnant and felt bored and in a bad mood, so she wandered around the street and saw Mo Ran’s mother dancing on the rod.

She found it interesting. After looking at it for a moment, she asked the escort to say to the dancing woman: "They are covered with gravel and broken porcelain on the ground. This is actually just pretending to be like it, not sincere enough. My wife said that if you are willing to replace all the gravel and broken porcelain with knives, stand them on the ground, and then you dance again, my wife will give you ten taels of gold."

Faced with such harshness, it almost cost the life of the poor.

The mother's reaction was just saying: "But I don't have money, I can't afford to buy a knife to shop."

The rich wife laughed and immediately ordered someone to go to the ironware shop to buy a hundred sharp knives and put them on the ground.

"Jump."

The jewel-like woman stroked her bulging belly and said enthusiastically.

A group of ghosts and monsters gathered around him to watch the fun. The light of silk and pearls shone brightly in the sunlight. They were like vultures sniffing at the corpse. They smelled the smell of blood, so they stretched their necks and their eyes were shining.

"Jump, jump."

"I'll give you money if I'll jump."

"Give money, give money."

The most in the territory of the Rufeng Sect is rich, and the most in need is the excitement and excitement of sacrifice.

The silk, satin, gold, silver and pearls surrounded the mother holding the bamboo pole, surrounding this poor and ragged woman.

The woman, who was as destined as grass, laughed like this, made great blessings to the scavengers who were eating rotten, thanked them for their support, and then, she stood on the pole and jumped up lightly like a swallow and sparrow.

On the tip of the knife, use your life to make a song and dance.

Use your life to please others.

But although she had good skills, when she landed, she felt a little panic because she looked down at the rows of blades. So the bamboo pole fell a few inches, and as everyone exclaimed, she fell down—

He avoided the dense area of ​​the blade, but still rubbed the edge and scratched his legs. In an instant, blood splattered, causing everyone to exclaim.

The woman didn't care about the pain, so she stood up in a hurry, smiled, and bowed her head to apologize.

Those who watched the fun laughed and said, "My wife's skills are not enough, so she needs to work harder."

"That's right, you have to have two tricks when you come out to make a living. The ability of a three-legged cat can make a big fuss."

There were a few people who were kind-hearted, with tears in their eyes, and were quite unbearable: "Oh, stop talking, look, this poor girl is so hurt, go to the medicine shop to grab some medicine and apply it."

The woman stuttered: "I don't have money to buy medicine..."

Those people were stunned. Some sighed, some raised their hands to touch their pearls, but didn't say anything, and some wiped the corners of their eyes, as if they were full of feelings.

"It's so pitiful."

"Yeah yeah."

"Looking at how hard you are, I'll give you some money." An old woman with a big belly said, took out her bulging purse, took out a handful of gold leaves from it, pinched it in her hand, and then continued to pull it under her purse, took out three copper plates, weighed it in her hand, put two back, and solemnly put one copper plate in the woman's hand.

The old woman gave her money, and shed two lines of tears in a legitimate way, and said mercifully: "Miss, this is what you deserve, please pack it up soon."

The woman held a copper plate she had exchanged for with her life and murmured blankly: "Thank you..."

Thank you...

And what about the rich wife who said she wanted to give her ten gold? She had already walked away with curses.

The woman with bleeding legs and feet staggered over and wanted to chase her and ask her for money, but was pushed down by her escort. The cursing voices could be heard across the street.

"What a bad luck!"

"Why is the wife trying to get pregnant? Why is she seeing a bloody disaster? Is this going to make the master hear it? Isn't you so sad?"

"You are so embarrassed to ask for money. What is the thing you jumped on? It's a pity that your blood didn't splash on your wife, otherwise you would be able to take care of it!"

"roll!"

The woman was pushed to the ground because the family was a large family in Linyi, and no one was willing to stand up for her for a moment. She twitched on the ground in pain, wriggling like a humble ant.

No one wants to help her...

No one wants to help...

She danced with her life, and she only received a cold, smelly copper plate.

The kind woman who gave her a copper coin said that she deserved it.

She didn't feel wronged for herself, but today she only earned a copper coin. What can she buy? She could only exchange it for a cake without filling. She couldn't afford to drink many bowls of porridge. She was injured now and couldn't dance tomorrow. What should her child do... He was still so young and thin, and he was going to go hungry again...

Thinking of this, she could no longer bear it. She curled up in the sand and mud and started to cry and howl. Her voice was mocking and hoarse. She couldn't bear to listen. The people around her sighed and were ready to disperse.

At this time, a dirty child suddenly rushed over from the crowd.

Mo Ran ran over and cried like a trapped beast, "My mother! Mama!!"

He hugged her.

The humble child hugs the humble mother.

It's like an ant holding a grass mustard, and a straw dog holding a duckweed.

When the woman saw him, her eyes flashed with panic and surprise. The woman was weak, but she was just a mother. She stopped crying bitterly. Life was too difficult. Every day she seemed to fall asleep in hell and woke up in purgatory. She didn't want to show her weakness and helplessness in front of her children.

Her tears were not drying, but she hurriedly smiled and said, "Oh, look at you, why are you here? My mother is fine, a little bit of hurt... Look..."

She stuffed him the sweaty copper plate in her palm.

Mo Ran couldn't help but shook his head, and watermarks were washed out from his small face.

"It's enough for you to buy a cake, go...you go and buy it back. My mother is waiting for you here, let's go home."

Home?

Where is the home?

That dilapidated firewood house?

I was still a sheep pen that I was driven out after sleeping for two days...

Mo Ran choked, with a hot fire flashing in his eyes. He said, "My grandma, sit, wait."

"What are you going to do--don't do it all--"

Mo Ran rushed to the side, picked up a knife, and shouted loudly in his tender voice, which attracted everyone who was about to disperse to look at it.

"Dear uncles and aunts, young ladies, please don't leave! Please don't leave! There is another unique skill. Please give me a look and take a look—"

He has had spiritual energy in his body since he was a child. Although he has not practiced, he is much better than ordinary people who have no qualifications.

Mo Ran held the strong and sharp blade in his hand, used both hands to sniff, then folded the knife in half and threw it on the ground.

The people around were shocked, and some monks among the onlookers were even more surprised.

"This kid is OK."

"One more!"

Mo Ran said, this time he took two hands, and did the same thing, breaking the two blades together.
To be continued...