The whole weird world is waiting for me to go to heaven

Chapter 265: Beauty Like a Flower (Part )

Suddenly, Jiang Caibin felt a sharp pain deep in his head that went deep into his bones.

Because of the pain, he had to squat down against the wall, covering his head and groaning in pain.

The rain stopped and people began to walk in the alley.

But people passing by saw him struggling in pain, but acted as if they saw nothing and no one stepped forward to help.

Only a few whispers were heard.

"God has mercy on me."

"Maybe he's sick."

“Isn’t this from the third elder brother’s family…?”

"Shh, stop talking, be careful that the third brother will come to find you at night..."

"If you ask me, it's because you touched her mother that the third brother came here, right?"

"Tsk, don't scare people."

Jiang Caibin listened to these words but was unable to refute them. Some messy fragments of memories appeared in his mind, making him dizzy.

It took him a long time to recover.

The memory has also been sorted out.

He seemed to have no idea how he came to this strange place and turned into a seven-year-old child called "奀仔".

His father, or "Old Three" as everyone called him, was a dockworker who was injured by cargo due to overwork in the dock. When he was brought home, only a thin layer of his lower body was left, and he died that night.

His mother had no special skills and could only raise him by washing clothes for others.

Full of doubts, he limped towards the home in his memory.

The alley looked very dirty and dark, and your feet would be covered in mud when you walked in it.

The houses on both sides were low and dilapidated, with moss growing over the walls because they had not seen the sun for a long time. The ground was not smooth bluestone slabs, but bumpy gravel and mud. It was even more muddy because of the rain, and the sewage gathered into several dirty little ditches that meandered along the roadside.

Ironically, this area is named "Qingshuili".

Jiang Caibin walked a few steps forward and saw a wide ditch where all kinds of sewage flowed into. Dirt and leftover vegetable leaves were floating in it, emitting a pungent odor, and mosquitoes were breeding and flying around.

There were still quite a few people walking in the alley. They were wearing tattered clothes and walking hurriedly. Their faces were as sallow and malnourished as the little girl just now. Their expressions were numb and there was deep fatigue in their eyes.

For Jiang Caibin, this was like another world. He would never see such a place in Chang'an.

Where is this?

Jiang Caibin still couldn't figure it out.

Not far from the stinky ditch is where he lives.

He limped back home and saw his mother putting on makeup in front of a rough bronze mirror. Her makeup was crude and her clothes were tacky, but she probably couldn't have had any better options.

Jiang Caibin is not like the seven-year-old kid who knows nothing, so he certainly knows what those fragments in his memory mean.

When A'niang saw Jiang Caibin coming back in this state, she was shocked. She quickly put down the charcoal she was using to draw eyebrows, ran over and picked up Jiang Caibin.

"How did you end up like this?" Ah Niang felt distressed. "Were you bullied by those kids again?"

She knew that because of the family situation, especially what she had done, people around them looked down on them as an orphan and a widow, and naturally they would bully the young boy as well.

Jiang Caibin looked up and saw tears in A'niang's eyes, filled with anxiety.

This cannot be fake; it is genuine concern.

How long has it been since I last saw such an expression?

Jiang Caibin suddenly felt a pang in his heart, as if he had really become a little boy. He buried his face in his mother's arms, without saying a word, just quietly feeling the warmth of his mother.

At night, he inevitably developed a high fever.

After all, he is just a child's body, and coupled with long-term malnutrition, it is certainly not good to be destroyed like this.

Ah Niang could only grit her teeth and spend her meager savings to hire a doctor, who prescribed some medicine for him to drink bowl by bowl.

I kept pouring water every day, but it didn't work in the first few days. I thought it was going to pass, and my mother's tears were almost dry. But maybe praying to God worked, after a few days, the baby actually got better.

I'll be able to get out of bed soon.

The boy also tried to help his mother do some things according to his memory. Although he was clumsy and either broke the dishes or tore his clothes while washing, and the food was half-cooked, he got the hang of it after getting serious.

He washed the handkerchief and hid it in his arms, waiting to return it to the girl when he saw her again.

But he was still pacing around the place where he was injured that day, but he was nowhere to be found.

My heart sank day by day, and I would only take out my handkerchief occasionally to look at her, remembering that stunning glimpse.

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Until one day, when A'niang saw that he had almost recovered, she asked him to go to the Tofu Xishi at the east alley to buy some tofu and bean curd skin.

The entrance to the east lane was the other end of their clear water. The boy had not walked that far since he was injured.

When I reached the alley entrance, I saw the tofu stall. When I looked carefully, I saw a figure that was engraved in my mind.

The boy was shocked and walked closer.

Indeed, the girl sitting on the stall was the one he had been thinking about all day. She was now conscientiously weaving something with colorful ropes.

The stall owner was a beautiful woman, with the same beauty as the little girl, but with more signs of aging and fatigue from working hard for a living.

She is exactly the "Tofu Xishi" that A-niang mentioned.

The specific name was not clear to him, but it seemed appropriate. He remembered that Xi Shi was a great beauty mentioned by storytellers.

"Hey, boy, what's up? Are you buying tofu for your mother?" The woman recognized him. Everyone in the alley was a neighbor, so it was normal for her to recognize him.

It just seems that this kid is not very smart and doesn't remember much.

"Well, please give me one ounce of tofu and half an ounce of dried bean curd." The boy said eloquently.

"Oh, boy, you seem to have grown up!" The woman touched his head and seemed to have noticed some changes in him.

"Hehe." The boy scratched the back of his head and smiled embarrassedly.

After hearing what the woman said, the little girl raised her eyes from her hands, glanced at the boy indifferently, then lowered her head without any reaction and concentrated on the work in her hands.

The boy had hoped that the girl would recognize him, but to his disappointment, she didn't.

I guess he was bruised and swollen at the time, so no one could recognize him...

But the boy was not discouraged. He took out the handkerchief and walked up to the little girl.

"Thank you...for that day!" The boy felt his face getting hot.

It's strange that a young man like him would be shy around a little girl.

The little girl looked at the handkerchief and was stunned.

Her eyes fixed on his hands again.

The boy didn't notice, but he felt a little uneasy towards the little girl.

"Xiaoxiao, isn't this your handkerchief?" The woman recognized it first and took it from the boy's hand to take a look.

"Yes, there is a small orchid embroidered in the corner. It was your work." The woman said loudly, "How did it end up in the hands of the boy?"

The little girl took the handkerchief from her mother's hand and remained silent.

"Aunt, I was injured that day and Little Sister helped me wipe my wound. I just wanted to thank her properly, but I couldn't walk these days, so I didn't come to see Little Sister." Xiaozai took the initiative to explain.

"Oh, so that's how it is." The woman showed a look of pity, "Thank goodness, God bless you, it looks fine now."

The boy scratched his head, not knowing what to say.

I don't know why, but I always feel like I have a lot to say in my heart, but I shouldn't be so tongue-tied.

The name changes because of self-identity.

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(End of this chapter)