The women in the control group became popular in military variety shows

Chapter 272
Xi Yan ate a large piece, his brows furrowed for a moment, and then he chewed and tasted the food relaxedly, his brows loosened and then tightened, tightened and loosened again.

Mao Yuning probed and asked, "How does it taste?"

Xi Yan: "Sweet.

Mao Yuning: "..."

From the city to Panlong Bay, it takes about four to 10 minutes.

After Xi Yan stopped the car, Mao Yuning got out of the car with the Xiangbao carton.

After entering the scenic spot, there were people everywhere. The appearance of Xi Yan and Mao Yuning instantly attracted the attention of countless people.

Mao Yuning was worried that if this went on like this, even if she was wearing a mask, she would be recognized sooner or later.

Xi Yan went to a stall and bought a pair of big sunglasses for her to wear.

As long as Mao Yuning's identity as a public artist is not recognized, other people will not bother even though they are curious.

After entering the scenic spot, Mao Yuning took the incense treasure and first went to the temple to fulfill his wish.

The Panlong Pavilion in my hometown is the Great Buddha Temple, which not only attracts many foreign tourists, but people from several miles around will come here to pray for God and worship Buddha. Zhan Yuxi would come here every year to pray for safety, and Mao Yuning would come with him every time when he was a child.

After entering the temple, kneeling on the cushion, Mao Yuning invited all the gods he knew, kowtowed and kowtowed with tribute incense in his hand.

Xi Yan has been to the temple and has seen many people praying devoutly in front of the Buddha. This is the first time he has seen such a situation. Every deity has their Dharma name given casually. There are rules for how to invite and how to thank. .

Xi Yan looked at it with great interest and looked around. He saw someone buying an oil can and adding oil to the light box. He also bought a bottle, followed the example of others, opened the bottle cap, and poured the oil into the light box. There was only a small fire core inside, emitting a faint light.

When Mao Yuning got up to go to Huaxiangbao, he saw Xi Yan holding the oil jar and staring at the wick, and couldn't help waving his fingertips in front of him.

Xi Yan came back to his senses, turned his head to look at her, the remaining warmth in his eyes was lingering and long.

Mao Yuning's heart skipped a beat, he almost fell into the whirlpool in his eyes, regained his senses and ran away with Xiangbao.

Xi Yan threw the jar into the trash can, took out a paper towel and wiped his oily hands, then turned his head to look at the several shining golden Buddhas displayed in the room, and glanced over their compassionate faces.

His expression was as indifferent as ever, and when he turned his head and saw Mao Yuning walking towards this side, the warmth in his eyes instantly diluted the coldness.

There are dozens of giant Buddhas in Panlong Pavilion. Mao Yuning took Xi Yan to walk around the whole mountain, and stopped when he encountered children begging.

The children are probably afraid of being expelled. When they see tourists, they will take the initiative to beg, but they seem to be covered in frustration and timidity.

Mao Yuning took the food and tried to communicate with them, but their response was very slow, and she was asking and answering herself.

Mao Yuning knew that this was not a sign of mental retardation, but begging for the environment to shut down their senses.

Occasionally, there were one or two flexible beggars. Mao Yuning followed them and observed for a long time before discovering that they were all children with parents. Parents and children came out to beg together.

Mao Yuning returned to the middle of the mountain again. At first, he didn't know why these beggars gathered here instead of the more crowded entrance and exit at the foot of the mountain. Until he saw the worshiper with his own eyes, after completing the worship ceremony, he put the tribute on the table, like Like some kind of ritual, it was sprinkled on the open ground in front of it.

Those beggars had already waited for the opportunity, and when the tribute was thrown on the ground, they swarmed up instantly, pushing each other, throwing themselves on the ground, holding the food tightly in their hands and covering them in their arms.

The priests took no surprise at it, and continued to visit, each time picking up a kind of food on the table and throwing it out.

Each of those beggars has snatched a lot of things, even the youngest beggar has super explosive power in the face of snatching.

After the sacrifice, those beggars did not gobble up the food, but picked up plastic bags, put the food in it, and tied it to their wrists like a treasure, and the ashes on their faces washed away a lot. There is a trace of temporary stability.

When it got dark, the beggars on the ground got up and left one after another. Only two thin children were left. They took out the biscuits in the bag and gnawed them slowly.

When Mao Yuning came forward with two bottles of water, they were shocked, and they didn't dare to eat what was in their hands.

Mao Yuning took the change that Yan Yan specially went to exchange, and gave them ten yuan by himself.

She observed for a day and found that the tourists who passed by gave them one yuan at most, and very few gave five yuan, and almost never saw ten yuan.

As for 100 yuan, for a child, especially a beggar, it may be snatched away before it is warmed up.

Seeing that Mao Yuning really gave them ten yuan, the two little beggars couldn't believe it. They stretched out their hands and took the ten yuan from her palm.

After dark, the cold air gradually began to rise, and tourists all went down the mountain one after another.

Seeing that there was no one around, Mao Yuning squatted down, took off his sunglasses, and said in a soft voice: "Everyone is gone, why don't you go back?"

Of the two little beggars, one shook his head sullenly, and the other paused for a long time before saying, "We don't know where to go."

Homeless, not even a shelter, where they go, they will be evicted.

"Then where do you usually sleep?"

The two of them looked at Mao Yuning and fell silent, with timidity and defensiveness in their eyes.

Mao Yuning probably guessed that it was because they were afraid that if they told her the place, they would be expelled, and they would not even have a place to sleep.

Mao Yuning looked at them and said: "Sister will find you a place to live and let you study, okay?"

Their calm expressions changed instantly, they picked up the things on the ground, and ran away in panic.

"Hey, don't be afraid..." Mao Yuning reached out and grabbed a child's hand, trying to explain to them.

The child struggled violently, opening his mouth to bite the back of her hand.

Mao Yuning let go quickly, and they quickly ran away.

Xi Yan, who had been standing behind him, did not step forward to stop him. Seeing Mao Yuning's annoyed expression, he handed over a tissue.

"They don't believe me and are worried that I'm a human trafficker?" Mao Yuning's face was stained with confusion. They knew the deeds of human traffickers through the news, the Internet, or the descriptions of relatives and friends around them. Why did these beggars react in this way? .

Xi Yan: "They may have been deceived and went back with others, but in exchange for driving, beating, or even just a tool to collect money."

The reactions of the two children couldn't deceive anyone. The panic, fear, and fear were all written on their faces.

It was already an hour later when the car returned to the city.

Mao Yuning's cell phone kept ringing, and it was all messages from Zhan Yuxi, asking her when she would go back and if she took Xi Yan to dinner.

Mao Yuning was too lazy to type, so he simply dialed the phone back, chatted for a few words, hung up the phone, and discussed with Xi Yan how to solve the dinner problem.

(End of this chapter)