Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 3047 Little Boy (four more)

But the exposed eyes are very clear and bright, the small and straight nose, the slightly pursed lips...

"If this little boy washes his face clean and puts on clean clothes, he will definitely be a handsome boy." Ping'er murmured.

Huahua asked Pinger: "Auntie, is he a beggar? Is he also an orphan whose parents didn't want him?"

Ping'er shook her head, "It doesn't look like a beggar, but it's definitely a child of a poor family."

Huahua said: "That little brother looks so pitiful, he seems to be very hungry, he really wants to eat the buns there!"

"Auntie, shall we help him?"

Ping'er nodded, and recruited a guy who came to pay the bill, "The two meat buns are for the kid at the door, and I will pay for them."

The man went over to get the buns, pointed at Ping'er, and said a few words to the child.

The little boy turned his head and looked towards Ping'er, with surprise in his big eyes.

Ping'er stood up, smiled softly at the little boy, took Huahua's hand, and was about to walk over to say hello to the boy,
The child turned around and ran away with the bun in his hands.

"This little brother really doesn't have a tutor. We kindly invited him to eat steamed stuffed buns, but we ran away without even saying a word of thanks, making us seem like bad people!"

Ping'er and Huahua chased to the door of the shop, looking at the direction in which the little boy ran away, Huahua said a little unhappy.

But Ping'er smiled forgivingly, and said: "That child may be afraid of life, forget it, let him go, we are leaving too."

Huahua nodded, followed Pinger into the carriage waiting at the gate, and headed towards the north gate of Yuncheng.

When the carriage drove slowly, at the entrance of the alley next to the shop, the figure of the little boy reappeared.

He looked curiously at the receding carriage, and then lowered his head to look at the two meat buns in his hand.

Then he grabbed one of the buns and took a bite, tilting his head thoughtfully.

In the alley behind him, two shadow figures quietly appeared behind him.

The little boy looked sideways slightly, the childlike innocence and curiosity in his eyes had long since disappeared, replaced by depth and calmness.

"The next target has been found, which is the carriage that just left." He said.

"You stay in Yuncheng and wait for me. You don't need to follow me. I'll come back to meet you when I'm done."

After saying this, he slipped and disappeared around the corner of the street.

In the alley, the two black figures were a little at a loss.

"Little master, what are you going to play here? Every day, come and go without a trace." One of them said.

Another said: "In the words of the little master himself, this is called playing different roles to experience life."

The person before said again: "When I left the East China Sea, I agreed to come out to gain knowledge and wander the rivers and lakes? This day-to-day experience of life, playing the role of a beggar today, an orphan tomorrow, and a problem child the day after tomorrow, my brain is all over. not understand……"

"It doesn't matter whether we understand or not, as long as the little master is having fun." Another person said again.

"Then shall we still follow?"

"Nonsense, we must follow. The master sent us two to protect the little master's safety. We must not show up unless it is absolutely necessary, and we must not interfere with the little master's affairs, but the little master must be in our sight."

"Why don't you hurry up and chase him? He ran out of the city early..."

The two of them circulated their skills between their feet again, turning into two black whirlwinds and chasing after the city gate...

……

"Aunt Ping, look, that little boy!"

Huahua suddenly pointed to a figure outside the carriage, and said loudly to Ping'er.

Ping'er was surprised, "It's really him!"

"Aunt Ping, he seems to be leaving the city too!" Huahua said again.

Ping'er nodded, and when the carriage passed by the little boy, the little boy stopped and sat on the side of the road.

He took off his worn-out shoes, knocked sand on the ground, and rubbed his little feet there, wrinkling his little face into a little bitter gourd.

"Stop." Ping'er told the driver.

The carriage stopped, and Ping'er got out of the car with Hua Hua and came to the side of the road, squatting down in front of the little boy.

"Little brother, can we help you with anything?" Ping'er asked.

The little boy raised his head and looked at Ping'er, his extremely beautiful eyes showed the child's fear.

Ping'er smiled softly: "Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person."

Pinger's eyes fell on the little boy's cry again: "What's wrong with your feet?"

The little boy lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "I ran too fast earlier and twisted.",

Ping'er said, "Did you twist your foot? Show me."

The little boy shrank his feet and asked Ping'er in a low voice: "Auntie, can you push your feet?"

Ping'er was stunned, yes, I don't know how to push my feet, it's useless to read.

"Then what can I do for you?" Ping'er asked again.

"Can I take you to the hospital?" She asked again.

The little boy shook his head, "My grandfather is a doctor in the village, he can push feet. Can Auntie take me for a ride?"

Pinger smiled and nodded, "Of course, where is your home?"

The little boy pointed to the outside of the north city gate, "Put me down at the foot of the mountain ahead..."

Ping'er carried the little boy into the carriage, and in the carriage, Huahua took out her own snacks for the little boy to eat.

"Little brother, I'll eat for you." Huahua smiled and winked at the little boy.

The little boy looked at the little sister who was not a few years older than him, and took her snacks, "Thank you, sister."

Huahua smiled, and wanted to touch the little boy's head like a little adult, but the little boy avoided it cleverly.

"Sister's snacks are delicious." He said.

Huahua smiled, "If you like it, I'll just give it to you."

She gave all the big bag of snacks to the little boy.

The little boy had a flattered look on his face, and he didn't rush to pick it up, but looked at Ping'er who was sitting there embroidering.

Ping'er smiled lovingly at the little boy, "Huahua gave it to you, just keep it and eat it slowly when you get home."

The little boy just accepted it.

Huahua was curious about the little boy all the way, but the little boy secretly looked at Ping'er curiously.

Ping'er seemed to have noticed something, looked up at him, smiled and said, "Why are you peeking at me so much?"

The little boy said, "Look at Auntie's embroidery."

Ping'er smiled and said, "Does your mother also embroider?"

When asked this question, the little boy's face suddenly showed sadness.

He shook his head and said, "I don't know,"

"I don't know if my mother embroiders or not. I have never seen my mother's face since I was born."

"Ah?" Ping'er was surprised, stopped what she was doing and looked at him.

"Your mother... passed away?" She asked tentatively.

The little boy shook his head, "I don't know either. I was raised by my grandfather. If my grandfather didn't tell me, I wouldn't dare to ask."

Ping'er was stunned, not knowing what to say.

This child is really pitiful...

On the other hand, Hua Hua, like a little grown-up, patted the little boy's little hand lightly: "Little brother, don't be sad, at least you still have grandpa who loves you, my grandpa and my father died a long time ago, my mother is here, but My mother doesn't want me anymore, I lived with Aunt Ping'er..."

Hearing this, the little boy looked at Ping'er again in surprise.

So they are not mother and daughter?
Earlier at the steamed stuffed bun shop, he was attracted by the picture of the two of them warmly feeding.

(End of this chapter)