Small wood

"Hey, what's the matter with you!" The uncle screamed, and hurried out of the stall to look at the buns he had dropped on the ground. Unexpectedly, many beggar-like people rushed out and snatched up the buns: "Damn it! You bastards, my buns." The uncle shouted, taking the nearest wooden stick to beat, but those little beggars had already run away and disappeared.

Amu was still there in a daze, one side of his body was blocked by Gu Lin, so he didn't hit him.

"A drawer of buns fell, and you hit them again. I can't bear the loss." The uncle propped himself on the ground with a wooden stick, and said to Amu.

Only then did Amu come back to his senses, and went to look at the purse in his hand, but his hand was empty, only the four copper coins he had counted out just now remained. I don't know how to tell the uncle.

Seeing Amu like this, the uncle probably understood what happened to him, so he turned his face straight away, and said in a rough voice: "You lost my buns, you must pay me, if you have no money, I will take you I'm going to see the official, you guys..." Before he finished speaking, he stopped suddenly, not knowing what he saw.

Amu followed his gaze.Seeing that the sleeve on Gu Lin's left arm was torn, blood leaked out from the hole, gradually soaking most of his arm.

"Master Gu, your hand!" Amu panicked and carefully supported Gu Lin's hand. This hand had blocked an arrow for Amu before. It cracked again, it must have blocked the falling bamboo drawer just now, Amu didn't dare to touch it, his eyes were red, and he kept asking Gu Lin if it hurt or not.

Gu Lin raised his hand to stroke Amu's hair, and said softly, "No problem."

The uncle saw that the blood on Gu Lin's hand was bleeding terribly, and he panicked himself: "This... your injury is none of my business, you hit my stall, you were injured yourself, I didn't touch him. "

Amu didn't know what to say, so he could only say to the uncle: "Master, our purse was stolen, I only have four copper coins, and I can't afford to pay so many buns, can you wait a little longer, wait until I have it?" I'll pay you back later." As he spoke, he gave the four copper coins in his hand to the uncle.

"Master, this young man is injured like this, and their money was stolen again, don't worry about their asking for money, let this young man see the injury quickly." The people watching around couldn't help but interrupt.

Their movement was not small, there was already a circle of people around, the first person spoke, and the people behind all began to echo his words.

"Hey, but this is also a small business for me." The uncle argued, but his voice could not overwhelm the crowd, and finally he said helplessly to Amu: "Forget it, just treat me as unlucky, and I don't want the money from you guys." That's right, I'll give you the two buns too, so hurry up and take your young master to see the injury."

Seeing more and more people, Amu didn't dare to stay any longer, thanked the uncle again and again, and took Gu Lin away.

Coincidentally, there was a medical clinic a hundred miles away, and Amu hurriedly took Gu Lin there. Unexpectedly, the boy who guarded the door opened his mouth and asked them for the consultation fee. After hearing that they only had four pennies, he kicked them out.

Amu was worried about Gu Lin's injury, so he repeatedly begged Xiaotong to let them go in to see a doctor, but the boy was impatient and pushed him: "Go, go, go, see a doctor if you don't have money, when we go to Shishantang, go to the ruined temple in the south of the city stay here."

Amu was so angry that he clenched his hands tightly, but was gently held by Gu Lin and held in his hand.

Amu's cheeks were all red, he had never been to the city, and he didn't know that people were all philistines like that.He carefully supported Gu Lin, and said softly, "Young Master Gu, let's go."

The sky was a bit dark, the sun's peripheral light was dancing on the eaves of those gorgeous wooden houses with golden and red silk threads, and the hot fog was pouring on the faces of people passing by. Those faces were blurred, but most of them were smiling. Amu and Gu Lin sat under a remote tree. The tall and old trees almost towered into the clouds, and heavy snow fell from the treetops from time to time, forming cold ice crystals.He thought for a long time, but he couldn't feel where the smiles of those people came from.

He turned his head to look at Gu Lin, his pale face was still faint, and there was no smile in his eyes, his long eyelashes were covered, and he felt dull.But Amu knew how warm it was there, warm and thin, and the thin shadows falling from the eyelashes in the blink of an eye made even the color of the eyes darker, such a pair of eyes, even if he was not looking at him, could make him feel warm in his heart. I feel secure.He saw with his own eyes how Gu Lin survived from that horrific injury, there was no pain, no sorrow, only tenacity and plainness.

So much so that at this moment, Amu couldn't feel worried, as long as Gu Lin was still by his side, it seemed that everything would be fine.

He gently leaned his cheek near Gu Lin's injured arm: "I'm sorry, Mr. Gu." He said: "If only I could be more careful."

Gu Lin remained silent as always, and lightly touched Amu's head, with a slight warmth in his palm.

The weather was cold, and Gu Lin's wound gradually stopped bleeding. Amu didn't dare to let Gu Lin stand in the open snow for too long, so he really walked towards the ruined temple that the little boy in the hospital said.

The ruined temple is not difficult to find. You can see a huge half-collapsed wooden house from a distance. There is still fire in the house, which is warm against the fallen Buddha statue.

A group of little beggars were sitting around the fire, each holding buns in their hands, eating happily.

Amu was stunned for a moment, and quickly walked a few steps to rush over. Who would have thought that those little beggars could hear very well. Before Amu stepped into the ruined temple, those little beggars scattered away, holding the rest Baozi hid deep in the ruined temple, without seeing a single shadow.

There was another man beside the fire, dressed in rags, half lying beside the fire, humming a little tune with his legs crossed, and a purse in his hand.

Amu stared at the purse, his eyes straightened.

That was the purse he had lost.

"You, you, you..." Amu pointed at the man, unable to speak a complete sentence for a long time, his eyes were round and round, and he rushed up to grab the purse.

The beggar yawned, his eyes were slender and sleepy, and with a flip of his hand, the purse that was still there just now disappeared in an instant, and he looked at Amu with a smile: "I, me, what's wrong with me."

"You stole my purse!" Amu shouted, grabbing his collar and refusing to let it go.

Beggar followed Namu's hand and raised his body slightly, narrowing his narrow eyes: "Which of your eyes saw that I stole your purse."

Amu had never met a rascal before, and when he thought about Mr. Gu's wound that needed to be healed, his heart became ruthless, and he took the knife hidden in his sleeve and threatened him: "You still don't want to pay me back?!"

The beggar glanced at the knife, and the red lips curled up on his dirty face, and he didn't care about the sharpness, so he pinched the blade to take him.After all, Amu didn't really want to hurt him, so he let go of his hand, and he took the knife away.

He looked left and right, and clicked twice: "Your knife is worth more than your purse, why don't you go to a pawnshop to pawn this knife to treat your son's wounds, but let his blood flow in vain, it can be seen You are also very stingy."

Amu was stunned, and didn't notice that the man said he was stingy, so he just asked stupidly: "What is a pawn shop?"

The beggar didn't expect Amu to ask such a question, and stopped turning the blade for a moment. He suddenly laughed, and lay limp on the ground. He didn't see him move, and he was half a foot away from Amu. : "Your son is not an ordinary person, how could he be reduced to this point."

After hearing what he said, Amu was afraid that Gu Lin would feel uncomfortable, so he hurriedly walked to Gu Lin's side: "Young Master Gu."

Gu Lin gently pulled Amu behind him, holding a small stone with his fingertips, and looked at the beggar indifferently.

Although the beggar was lying lazily, his slender eyes were fixed on the stone in Gu Lin's hand, and he did not speak.