The flowers on the Moshang slowly return

Wen Ziqian rushed to the hospital, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw the little beggar eating rice noodles from a sea bowl, looking like a starving ghost, his whole face was almost buried in the sea bowl.

He leaned against the door and looked at the head buried in the big bowl. The more he looked at it, the more interesting he became, and the restlessness in his heart gradually disappeared.

The little beggar felt that someone was watching him, and raised his head to look at the door. Wang Wei also turned his head, saw Wen Ziqian get up quickly and said, "Eldest young master, why are you here?"

Wen Ziqian walked over and sat on the stool beside the bed, and said, "I'll come and see him, Uncle Wang, you go back and rest for a while, and I'll help you watch for a while."

Wang Wei was overwhelmed with flattery: "How can that be? You are the young master... Ouch, you sit here, and I can clean it up. I can't do it, I can't do it..."

Wen Ziqian laughed at him for making such a fuss, but he also felt comforted that the few people in the entire Wen family who were his young masters, he remembered them all in his heart.

He was young and agile, cleaned up the ward, pushed Wang Wei out, and said: "Go back and rest for a while, I'm going back at noon, and you can come back after watching."

Wang Wei was in his fifties, and he was really tired after staying up all night, so he followed the young master's order and went back to rest.

Wen Ziqian sat in front of the bed, the little beggar stopped eating rice noodles, and took a big bite, his cheeks were bulging, like a hamster, which made him laugh out loud.

The little beggar looked at Wen Ziqian with wide eyes. For a moment, he thought he saw a star, his eyes were straightened, and he swallowed the rice noodles, choking him to the point of tears. He clutched his chest and coughed.

Wen Ziqian stretched out his hand to pat him on the back, handed him a glass of water, and said with a smile, "Have you been hungry for a few days? No one will grab it from you."

The boy drank water and fed the food, and his stomach was so full that he fell back on the pillow.A piece of gauze was pasted on his forehead, and the large and small bruises on his face looked like the markings of a sika deer. His limbs were more or less bruised, and the most serious one was a cracked bone in his right calf, which was immobilized by a plaster cast.

He was a little afraid and wary of strangers, and he was a little curious about the boy with blue glass eyes in front of him.Wanting to look but not daring to look, glanced at him and hurriedly lowered his head. After a while, he couldn't help but want to look carefully. He simply rolled his eyes up and sneaked a sneak peek at the person with a delicate face sitting beside the bed... Uh... he must be Chinese. ...Why isn't the hair black?Why are the eyes blue?The mouth is so pretty... So pretty, it can't be a woman... Yes, he remembered, he had seen a talent show on TV before, this kind of dress is called neutral dressing, one handsome than the other...

How did Wen Ziqian know that this kid was full of doubts, so he avoided embarrassment and asked, "What's your name? How old are you?"

The boy replied: "My name is Qin Cang, I will be fourteen this year... my sister..."

elder sister?elder sister!elder sister……

Wen Ziqian stretched out his hand and twisted Qin Cang's ear, and the hurt boy yelled "Ouch".

"Didn't you hear Uncle Wang call me young master? You're going to slap the mosquitoes with your ears." Wen Ziqian twisted Qin Cang's thick auricles 180 degrees wickedly. The ear bones were stiff, and he was a stubborn person.

Qin Cang covered his ears and raised his head, staring at Wen Ziqian.Wen Ziqian looked at this young man carefully, his face was wiped clean, he was a handsome boy, especially in his frowning eyes, there was a small flame of anger, if it wasn't for the boy's legs wrapped in plaster, he might have jumped up and beat him people.

I thought it was a stray dog, but it turned out to be a wolf cub.

"Boy, if you look at me like that again, your eyeballs will be pulled out." Wen Ziqian half-jokingly said.

Although Qin Cang is young, he has seen a lot of hooligans in this year of wandering, and knows that many of them are ruthless characters, and he can't afford to provoke them with his current strength.Reluctantly, he withdrew his gaze, and puffed out his cheeks to stare at the washbasin in front of him, only a thin layer of soup was left in it.

Wen Ziqian rolled up his sleeves to help him take away the basin and the dining table, and said, "Rest, you are a wounded patient."

After tidying up, he sat on the sofa not far away and read a book.In fact, he came here to avoid the Wen family. He was not used to that family, and it would always make him restless.

Qin Cang was very quiet, neither making noise nor making noise, just sneaking a glance at Wen Ziqian from time to time.

The doctor came in to make rounds, checked and said to Wen Ziqian, "Where is your adult?"

"Go back and rest, come over at noon." Wen Ziqian put down his book and got up.

The nurse was helping Qin Cang give Qin Cang an injection. The little boy was biting his cheeks tightly. He looked scared at first glance, but he stretched out his arm under the little nurse's nose righteously. He looked very fearless.

Wen Ziqian thought this kid was quite funny, and couldn't help but look at his small crew cut, square face, eyes that were completely different from him, dark and shiny, his eyes were clear because of his young age and shallow history, but he also hid the uninhibitedness that boys rarely have. .His nose bridge and lips are sharp and angular, and his facial features reveal a stubborn personality. If he develops like this, he will definitely be a disaster when he grows up.

"That's right, this child is really strong, and adults don't need to worry about it." The doctor praised: "Other children are like killing pigs. This child did not say a word when he was setting his bones last night. He didn’t even get a needle, so he’s really stronger than an adult.”

Wen Ziqian looked back at the doctor and said, "Is this injury painful?"

The doctor smiled and said, "Why doesn't it hurt? The thing that hurts your bones and your bones is broken in two. You say it hurts or not. Let's not talk about the bones. A cut in your hand is also painful."

After the doctors and nurses finished checking the room and left, Wen Ziqian went over to look Qin Cang up and down and said, "I didn't expect you to be quite strong, boy, don't you feel any pain?"

Qin Cang looked at him and said, "It hurts! Why doesn't it hurt, it hurts like hell!"

Wen Ziqian said in surprise: "You can really hold back? I didn't expect you to be a man. It's amazing."

Qin Cang pursed his lips and stopped talking, as if he had something on his mind.

Wen Ziqian said: "If you have anything to say, just say it. Didn't you hear Uncle Wang call me young master? My words still carry weight."

When Qin Cang heard this, his black eyeballs brightened and then darkened again, as if he was not quite convinced of the boy's words.However, when he got to this point, who could he trust?

"Can you take me in? Don't send me away?" Qin Cang suddenly raised his eyes and looked straight at Wen Ziqian. His black eyeballs slammed into Wen Ziqian's eyes. There was a strong longing in those intense eyes. A child who has been devastated.

Wen Ziqian suddenly didn't dare to answer. He was still young and his abilities were limited. Although he was called a young master, he understood, what kind of young master was he?Who in the whole family would listen to him?

Seeing his hesitation, Qin Cang became anxious and struggled to grab his sleeve, but accidentally pulled the wound, causing him to fall on the bed in pain, tears almost bursting out.

"How can I keep me? Do you want to call you young master too?" After all, he was only fourteen, so his thoughts were a little naive.After wandering for more than a year, suffering from hunger and hunger, and finally getting a warm bed, he was afraid of losing shelter from the wind and rain, so he continued to hide in the gutters and alleys.

Wen Ziqian didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "No... You are a living person, and you took you in for no reason. If your parents find you, they will say that we abducted you."

Enduring the pain, Qin Cang stretched out his hand and grabbed the sleeve of Wen Ziqian's white shirt again. When he raised his eyes, the stubbornness and bravery in his eyes disappeared, and instead he begged for despair.

"No one will look for me." Qin Cang said, "They wish I could die..."

Wen Ziqian looked at him and listened to him slowly telling his life experience.

Qin Cang is a person with a hard fate, in superstitious terms, his fate is too hard, he can defeat his relatives and friends, he is the lone star of the legendary celestial evil.

"My mother died of a hemorrhage when she gave birth to me. My parents had a very good relationship. After my mother died, he was sad to see me, so he sent me back to my hometown. I lived in the countryside until I was six years old. My grandfather died of a stroke, and my grandmother died. I fell into the pond and drowned while working in the field. After my grandparents passed away, my dad took me home. He had remarried at that time. I had a stepmother and a younger brother, although the stepmother and younger brother didn’t like me very much. , but my father is still there, at least I can still eat and dress warmly, and I can study and go to school."

A child is a child, and when it comes to sadness, it is inevitable that the eyes will turn red.

Qin Cang's experience resonated strongly with Wen Ziqian's. His mother passed away and he was taken home at the age of six. After seeing it, what the hell, the father at home has a wife and a son, so where is his place?

Dad has a new wife and a new son, so the old one will naturally become dispensable. It's just that the same bloodline looks pitiful, and it's all about starving to death.

Following the ups and downs of the story, Wen Ziqian's heart fluttered and he interrupted, "Where's your dad, is your dad treating you well?"

"Actually, my dad is very kind to me." Qin Cang wiped his tears stubbornly, and continued: "It's a pity that he is a soldier, so he doesn't come back a few times a year, and every time he comes back, he won't stay at home for more than One month. When my dad came back, my stepmother was very kind to me. As soon as my dad left, she talked sarcasticly at me. I have nowhere to go. I have to eat, sleep, and go to school. Qian, no matter how sad I am, I can only swallow my anger and look at my stepmother's face... But... But, I am an unlucky person. My father went home to visit relatives years ago, and in order to save an aunt who fell into the water... I was drowned ...My father died too..." The kid couldn't hold back any longer, and wept bitterly.

"It's all my fault. My stepmother said that if I don't leave home, I will kill my younger brother...so I can't go back...never go back..."

So he ran away from home for a year, suffered from hunger and hunger, and dared not go home again.He was afraid of his stepmother's sharp voice pointing at him and crying: "You bastard, you are the one who killed your grandparents, and your father was also killed by you...Why did you come back to this house? Why ruin my life? You will kill everyone!"

When Qin Cang left home, he was not yet 13 years old. He also joined a gang of beggars. The people there used them as a tool to ask for money. They had to complete a fixed amount of begging a day. That was the darkest year in his life. .He didn't know how many times he had been beaten and how much moldy food he had eaten. He saw with his own eyes the hands and feet of those children who couldn't ask for money were cut off by the ruthless executioners. .He was afraid of encountering poisonous hands, so he finally ran out while others were not paying attention.

After Wen Ziqian heard this, his eyes widened in horror. He felt sorry for him, but also for those children whose hands and feet had been cut off unfortunately. There are too many darkness in this world that he has never been exposed to. Just listening to it makes him terrified .

He thought, such a poor young man, what did I say to help him, so he patted Qin Cang on the shoulder and said, "In this case, I'll make the decision to keep you. I'll go tell my dad, Isn't it just one more bowl and one more mouthful of rice? When you arrive at Wen's house in the future, you will follow me, and I will cover you."

Qin Cang looked up at him, his eyes sparkled, as if looking at the savior.

That year, Qin Cang was 14 years old and Wen Ziqian was 16 years old. They met unexpectedly and their fate began.