Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

   Chapter 1937 robbery (11)

  His eyelashes trembled, and he watched quietly for a while.

   Then, shaking his head.

   Throat is dry and voice is very soft.

"never seen it."

  The guard collected the portrait.

   "Your Majesty has an order, whether you have seen it or not, the whole house will be searched."

   "Kid, please get out of the way."

  He speaks politely, but his actions are very rude.

   Pushed him away, and a group of guards rushed in.

   He was so aggressive that the tattered door was kicked open.

   With a bang, it fell to the ground and was completely scrapped.

  The young boy who was still very weak was pushed to the ground in one fell swoop.

   Watching a group of people rush in, he sat there, his dark eyeballs moved.

   Lowering his eyelashes, silently, he clenched his fist.

   Endure in silence.

  The guards entered the straw house.

  Inside, the house is empty.

   Except for a wooden bed and a table with a broken corner, there is nothing left.

  The only few pieces of clothing left were placed next to the bed, and they were covered with patches.

   Looking at it at a glance, it went straight to the end.

   Can't hide people at all.

  The guards walked around symbolically, and then went to the small kitchen.

  As soon as you enter, there is a fragrant smell of meat porridge.

  The firewood is still burning under the stove, the porridge spoon is still on the pot, and the heat is faintly coming out from under the lid.

  It is very fragrant, with a fresh meat fragrance.

   The guards have been busy all morning, and their stomachs are empty.

  It was no surprise that I was hungry when I smelled it like this.

  My stomach began to growl.

   They looked at each other.

   They all got the same meaning from each other's eyes.

   "Child, are you alone at home?"

  A guard stood at the door of the small kitchen, stretched out his neck, and asked.

  The little boy who was still sitting at the gate and was slowly standing up did not make a sound.

  He lowered his head, as if he didn't hear it, and looked like an idiot.

  An idiot that no parents want.

  With a thin body, the baggy and patched clothes were worn loosely on him.

  Weak and powerless, like a little mouse.

   You can completely ignore it.

  The guards winked at each other.

   "Since that's the case, we brothers are hungry, so I'll borrow some porridge from your house."

   "You have no objection?"

   In fact, it is useless to have opinions.

  It’s just a little brat, if you don’t obey me, just give him another spanking.

  Anyway, his life is so tough, he didn't die after being beaten so hard yesterday.

   "..." The young boy leaned on the broken threshold, lowered his head, and slightly pursed his dry lips.

   Quiet and silent.

  Born without parents, he has always been like this, being bullied.

  Like kicking a football, bullying comes and goes, as if it never ends.

   He seems to be used to it.

  He clutched the tattered threshold tightly, the small wooden thorn pierced into the flesh of his hand, and there was a tingling sensation.

  He still grasped quietly as if he didn't feel it.

   Slowly, I went back to my small broken room and sat on the ground.

  He lowered his head and listened to the unceremonious sound of the guards outside rummaging through boxes and cabinets.

  They seem to be looking for a bowl.

  The skinny little boy hugged himself and curled up there.

  Still motionless, with spikes sticking out of his finger, tiny blood is oozing out.

   Not yet conscious.

  At this moment, the room is very deserted.

  It was empty, and the walls were dilapidated.

  The wall covering made of adobe has already fallen off one piece after another, leaking the wind, and a cold wind blows in.

  The boy who shrank on the ground buried his head.

  Suddenly—

  Felt something furry touch him.

  (end of this chapter)