My filial piety has deteriorated, so I have no choice but to be a rebellious disciple

If you still have family members, how could you end up here?

"I used to have a grandfather who took me around begging for food, but he died a few days ago."

Zheng Sirer touched the messy hair of the little beggar in front of her with pity, hesitated for a moment, and suggested:

"Then Lian'er, why don't you come with me? Me too..."

Before she finished speaking, Lian'er in front of her suddenly pointed to Zheng Si'er's face.

"Sister, your nose!"

Zheng Si'er was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly felt itchy under her nose, so she touched it subconsciously and put it in front of her eyes.

Scarlet liquid stained his fingers.

This is... blood?

Plop.

Zheng Si'er rolled her eyes, fell to the ground, and passed out immediately.

I moved the episode one to the previous chapter for the convenience of the audience and grandparents.

The author is positive, unfortunately he was recruited

Asking for leave for recuperation, 38.3 head blurred, body aches

Extra Story of Zheng Sier ([-])

There was a redness in front of his eyes.

The fiery and ruthless flames surrounded Zheng Si'er, and even the surrounding light was distorted together.

There seemed to be chaotic and noisy voices in her ears, but her ears were buzzing and she couldn't hear clearly.

His vision was blurry, and he could only see a few human-shaped black shadows running behind him in a hurry, and he didn't know where he was going.

The young Zheng Si'er looked around in confusion, not knowing where she was.

Suddenly a figure ran in front of her, his face seemed to be covered with fog, and his appearance and figure could not be seen clearly.

He stood there waving his arm and drawing something, and finally pushed his shoulder, pointing to the location where the other shadows ran.

Zheng Si'er narrowed her eyes, and when she was about to take a closer look, she suddenly jerked and woke up suddenly.

She sat up from the ground in a jerk, panting violently as if she was drowning, and the rags she was wearing were already soaked in sweat.

"Sister, wake up!"

A childish voice came from beside my ears.

Zheng Si'er followed the voice and looked sideways.

I saw the little beggar sitting with his arms around his knees beside a small fire.

The wood in the fire was crackling, and the orange light shone on the disheveled little face. Her eyelashes were curled, and she looked extremely happy.

There was a pinprick pain in her head, and she held her forehead in pain.

"Where is... where?"

The little beggar picked up a twig and threw it into the fire. Zheng Si'er was a little flustered that he didn't come when he saw the tongue of fire.

"This is under a bridge hole in the city. Before my sister passed out, I brought you to the place where I live!"

"Did my sister have a nightmare just now, it seems that I have been seeing you in pain just now?"

Zheng Si'er shook her head, and the pain gradually faded away.

"Hmm... I seem to dream about it often... Right!"

She fumbled around her in a panic, and looked up at Lian'er beside the fire.

"Where's my sword?"

"Sword? Is that the long iron piece?"

As Lian Er asked, she pointed to the shadow under the bridge hole.

"I also picked it up together, but it killed me!"

Zheng Si'er saw that the sword blade that could pay back the money was not lost, so she was relieved from her original worry.

"How long have I been out?"

Lian'er tilted her head and thought for a while, then said uncertainly:

"Three or four hours?"

Three or four hours! "

Zheng Si'er exclaimed, put her hands behind her back, and quickly got up from the ground.

She walked out of the bridge and looked outside.

At this time, the night was already dark, and the bright moon hung high, illuminating the sparkling river beside the bridge opening, which made Zheng Si'er's heart feel cold.

"It's broken! It's broken! It's closed now! There's no food left!"

She anxiously walked up and down under the bridge hole.

Seeing her fidgeting, Lian'er pursed her lips lightly, her clear eyes were full of hesitation.

She lowered her head for a while, then stretched her tender little hands into her bosom, took out half a stiff white flour steamed bun, and held it up high.

"If my sister is hungry... I still have half a steamed bun here..."

She looked at the steamed bun in her hand reluctantly, stretched out a small part of her tongue and licked her delicate lips, her throat moved slightly.

"Ah? No, no, no!"

Zheng Sirer pushed Lian'er's hand holding the bun back, shook her head and said:

"I'm not hungry, I'm just afraid of being scolded if I go back late."

Lian'er didn't stop, but said solemnly:

"Grandpa taught me that the kindness of a drop of water should be repaid by a spring! If it weren't for my sister today..."

"It's just a little effort, I'm really not hungry!"

Although Zheng Si'er's stomach is empty now, how could she compete with a beggar for food?

"Really not?"

"Really not!"

Although Lian'er is sensible and firmly remembers the principles her grandfather taught her, she is still just a ten-year-old child after all.

Hearing that Zheng Si'er didn't want her only food, she carefully stuffed the half steamed bun back.

Zheng Si'er looked at Lian'er's fragile and pitiful appearance, and couldn't help but suggest:

"Lian'er, if you have no place to go, how about going to the orphanage with me?"

She originally thought that Lian'er would readily agree, although she would have to do odd jobs after entering the orphanage, but it was better than living and sleeping under the bridge and begging on the street.

But I didn't expect the little girl to shake her head like a rattle.

"Orphanage? No way!"

"why?"

Lian'er hugged her knees tighter and said in fear:

"Grandpa told me before that the orphanage in the west of the city would eat children! Tell me not to go there!"

"Where did these rumors come from!"

Zheng Si'er has lived in that courtyard for three or four years. Although the new Aunt Wang is indeed a bit fierce, it is not as dangerous as it is described!

"I've been living there, why haven't I seen eating a child?"

Lian'er was suddenly asked.

She looked Zheng Si'er up and down.

The clothes are old, but the hands and feet are sound, and there is no trace of being eaten at all.

Zheng Sirer struck while the iron was hot: "And the courtyard can provide two meals a day, porridge in the morning, and vegetarian steamed buns sometimes in the evening!"

"Vegetarian buns!"

As soon as food was mentioned, Lian'er's eyes immediately brightened, but she began to hesitate again in an instant.

"But...why do you let me eat for free? How could such a good thing happen?"

Zheng Si'er bowed respectfully to the north, and replied:

"It's all thanks to our merciful and merciful prince in the north!"

"The prince ordered the establishment of orphanages in various counties to take in orphans like you and me. The money is all paid by the government, so there is no need to worry!"

Lian'er was eager to try, but the horror story about the orphanage that her grandfather told her once made her hesitate.

Zheng Si'er saw her difficulty, and did not urge her, but only comforted her:

"Don't worry, you can decide anytime!"

"Ok!"

Lianer nodded gratefully.

Zheng Sirer looked up and looked out of the bridge, then turned to look at the sword stick stuck in the mud. She stood up and patted the dust on her pants.

"I must go back now."

"Lian'er, help me look at this sword, I will bring you vegetarian buns tomorrow!"

"it is good--"

Zheng Si'er smiled and touched the little sister's head, messing her already messy hair even more.

"Tomorrow morning, still here!"

After the appointed time, Zheng Si'er walked out of the bridge opening while supporting the wall.

The street outside was pitch black, without any lights.

This is due to the curfew at night. If you are still wandering on the street in the middle of the night, it is not good to be spotted by patrolling officials.

Fortunately, Zheng Si'er has brisk legs.

Taking advantage of the moonlight in the sky, she threw off her two thin legs and ran all the way in the direction of the Orphanage.

The author is sick, resume updating

Extra Story by Zheng Sier ([-])

"The sky is dry and things are dry - when -"

"Be careful with candles—when—"

The watchman held a lantern and gong in one hand, and a mallet in the other, knocking and shouting on the deserted avenue.

After his figure gradually moved away, Zheng Sirer, who was sticking to the shadow of the wall, walked out carefully.

She looked around in a daze at the dark houses around her, feeling a little familiar everywhere, and she was still in a daze from the previous blow with the stick.

"Forget it, just follow along."

Zheng Si'er tiptoed behind the watchman, following all the way.

She didn't know she had arrived home until the horse lantern in the man's hand illuminated a plaque in the yard by the side of the road, reading - Orphanage Home.

Zheng Si'er didn't try to push the door, because Uncle Li would lock the door with an iron chain every night, and it was useless to push now.