casserole lady

Chapter 17
After he drank the soup and ate all the vegetarian rice, he stretched out his fingers and followed Qin Zheng's example to lick the crumbs on his fingers.

The dry and hard crumbs, with the bitter taste of fingers, spread on the tip of Fang Lu's tongue.

He swallowed silently, then took the ragged padded jacket, wrapped himself up like Qin Zheng, lay down, and fell asleep.

On the second day, Fang Lu woke up very early—maybe he didn't fall asleep at all?He was wrapped in the ragged padded jacket Qin Zheng gave him, his hair was disheveled and his face was dirty, like a bandit from the countryside entering the city.

Qin Zheng stretched his waist and leaned against the door to look in the direction Fang Lu left. He took a broken porcelain bowl and placed it in front of the prosperous restaurant not far away.When someone passed by, he would say in his hoarse and rough voice: "Grandpa, please give me something to eat."

But because his eyes were too cold, people who passed by just looked at him in surprise, and then quickened their pace and ran away.

Qin Zheng casually picked up a bamboo pole, picked up his broken porcelain bowl, and started today's begging career.There is still a distance from Phoenix City, if she doesn't accumulate more food in this relatively prosperous town, she is really afraid that she will starve to death on the way.

It's a pity that on this day, maybe too many deserters joined the ranks of begging. The compassion of the people in this small town has already evaporated in the charity again and again, so that Qin Zheng hardly got anything.

Seeing that it was getting late, she was about to go back disheartened, but she heard the fugitives on the side commenting that a little girl died in the group fleeing from the famine in the east.Qin Zheng frowned for a while, and finally lifted his heavy feet and walked towards the east city. When he got there, he didn't see the little girl.

She stood there in a daze for a moment, watching the sun set and the afterglow of the setting sun flood the street, she turned around and walked home, but she saw a group of people talking there on the way.When he got closer, he heard an old man with a goatee talking about two-legged sheep, and the people around him listened with gusto, so he became more interested and said loudly: "Two-legged sheep It is divided into two groups, Hegulan, and I don’t envy sheep. I don’t envy sheep, but I am old and skinny, and Hegulan refers to those under the age of seven. As for not enviing sheep, it’s naturally..." Speaking in general, He chuckled, showing his gaping yellow teeth.The people around seemed to understand, nodding their heads again and again, comprehending.

Qin Zheng experienced bursts of coolness from the soles of his feet, and the coolness quickly spread to his heart, throat, and every corner of his body. It was as if her whole body was icy cold, and she couldn't help shivering.

When he turned his head, he saw Fang Lu right in front of him, his eyes were so desolate that there was almost no trace of life, and in his hand, he was tightly clutching a red hair rope with almost no color.

The blood-red sunset swayed over this small town, dyeing the people and streets here a thick red.

A dull, bloody red.

There was a gust of wind blowing, and Qin Zheng seemed to smell the faint smell of meat. She opened her eyes with effort, only to see the red-headed rope in Fang Lu's hand trembling in the breeze.

After an unknown amount of time, she tried to find her voice: "Go back."

(End of this chapter)