ungrateful

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Downstairs, the shop waiter was dragging a girl out. The girl should be in the prime of life, but she was dressed in rags, her face was disheveled, and her shoe had a hole in it, revealing her dirty toes.

With a root of grass planted on her head, she knelt at the door and cried miserably and desperately. She was dragged out by the waiter in the shop, and ran back unwillingly. Mother!"

The guests who came and went avoided it, and the guests who were eating were also quite critical. The waiter in the shop kept chatting with her, and the shopkeeper was already full of anger, and he was about to go forward to chase them away in person.

Huo Xiang's movement of running outside came to an abrupt end, feeling sorry for her, she turned her head to look at Yan Huai: "Master...he sold himself to save his mother."

On weekdays, he looked like he was out of control, and he was in a hurry all day long, but he was really easy to soften his heart. When he saw the poor Ji An, he consciously wanted to protect him. Now he couldn't bear to see a weak woman so miserable.

He pointed to the outside, with a look of disbelief, and said to Yan Huai: "Master, this is too miserable, or... let's help her."

But Yan Huai has no idea of ​​being a savior. He never wants to help poor people when he sees them. On the contrary, he is lazy and casual, and he is most afraid of trouble. Most of the time, he has little sympathy. .

But he still wouldn't really ignore the person who bumped into him.

Yan Huai gave a "hmm" and said, "Then go down and have a look."

The girl downstairs was so thin that she seemed about to fall at the sight of the wind, her hands were full of tiny wounds, she was thrown out twice by the shop waiter, but she crawled back holding on to the other party's sleeves.

When Huoxiang and Yanhuai went downstairs, the girl was struggling to barge in again, shouting "Please", the waiter was trying to stop her again, with a troubled expression on his face: "Don't make trouble, We still have business."

The girl had tears all over her face, and she was about to be pushed out again and fell to the ground.

Huoxiang couldn't bear it, she trotted a few steps and jumped out, stopping the waiter's movements.

When he got closer, he saw that the girl's forehead was broken, which should have been caused by kowtowing desperately just now.

Huoxiang's blocking of the waiter gave the girl a little hope, she didn't care about her own injuries, she struggled to get up and knelt on the ground, begging desperately: "Master, please be kind and save my mother!" ..."

She had already been occupied by helplessness and despair, and she didn't see that Huoxiang was actually just a servant in disguise.

For the first time in her life, Huo Xiang, who was called son, hurriedly went to help her again, pointed to Yan Huai and said, "That is my young master."

The girl was stunned for a moment, and soon she understood, she crawled up to Yan Huai and began to kowtow: "Master, please, please save my mother, I will be a slave and a maidservant for the rest of my life to repay you..."

Yan Huai sighed in his heart, asked Huoxiang to help the girl up, and asked the shopkeeper for a bowl of water for her to drink, before asking: "What's wrong with your mother?"

Before she finished her sip of water, the girl burst into tears, crying bitterly: "My mother is dying... Young master, please buy me, so that I can send my mother to the hospital."

She begged desperately, wanted to grab Yan Huai's clothes, but felt that she was too dirty and dared not, so she knelt down and kowtowed: "You can just buy me and go back to be a rough girl, wash and cook, boil water and chop firewood." , I can do anything, son, please."

Huo Xiang looked anxiously at the side, secretly tugged on Yan Huai's clothes, and whispered: "Master, she is too pitiful."

Yan Huai cast a glance at him: "I bought this girl and brought her back to be your housekeeper?"

Huo Xiang believed it was true, her expression was distorted with fright, and she said incoherently with a look of horror: "No, no, young master! I don't want to marry a wife... No, I want to marry, and I don't want to marry her..."

However, Yan Huai ignored him and went to see the girl: "Stop kneeling, take me to see your mother."

The girl's mother was lying on the corner of the street outside the restaurant, the broken straw mat was almost rotten, the clothes on her body were much more torn than that girl's, and there were many abscesses on her body, which flowed disgusting yellow fluid and gave off a foul smell , People on the street all walked around.

The girl ran to her mother as soon as she came out, crying miserably: "Mother...you wake up..."

Yan Huai frowned, he had only seen this kind of disease in books, and hadn't actually dealt with it before, so he covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve, stepped forward and patted the girl: "Let me see."

The woman had passed out, her breathing was weak, Yan Huai asked Huo Xiang to help her lie flat, and went to feel her pulse.

The girl was so nervous that she forgot to cry, she knelt on a corner of the straw mat and watched, her eyes full of anticipation.

But the doctor did not save lives, Yan Huai checked the pulse, and finally shook his head: "It can't be done, she is already terminally ill."

The girl didn't seem to understand what she heard, she stared blankly at Yan Huai with her big and abruptly thin eyes, and after a while, she suddenly let out a shrill scream: "Mother—!"

She rushed over, no longer caring about making Yan Huai unhappy, she bumped Yan Huai and Huo Xiang aside, hugged the dying woman, crying heartbreakingly.

It was really pitiful, Yan Huai was speechless for a while, stood up silently, took out a small bottle from his arms and handed it to Huoxiang: "Go and feed her, let's talk to her daughter with some vigor."

Huoxiang was soft-hearted, seeing the girl crying like that, her eyes turned red, she stuffed the pill into the woman's mouth, and stammered: "You, you talk to your mother."

Yan Huai took a few steps back to make room for the people who were about to face life and death, but from the corner of his eye, he saw Ji An standing blankly at the door of the restaurant.

He blocked the way to enter the door, and was squeezed twice by the passing guests. Seeing that he was about to fall, Yan Huai hurried over and dragged the person to his side, rubbing his head: "Why did you come out, are you in a hurry?"

Ji An was in a daze, and was dragged by Yan Huai, it seemed that the Yuanshen had finally returned to his seat.

He looked at the crying girl, suddenly sniffed, and called Yan Huai in a low voice: "Master..."

When Yan Huai looked over, he didn't know what to say, he opened and closed his mouth, and just looked at Yan Huai blankly.

He knew that this girl's mother was dying, and after she had cried in a while, the young master would spend money to bury her mother, and then told her to follow them home.

It was clearly only late autumn, and the climate in the south was fairly warm, but Ji An couldn't help shivering, his whole body was freezing cold.

Yan Huai thought that he was soft-hearted and couldn't bear to see such a miserable scene. After all, Huoxiang made up a random story to scare him to tears and said that the people in the story were so pitiful, so he raised his hand to cover his eyes: "An'an, Don't read it."

Ji An's fingers twisted the corner of his clothes vigorously where Yan Huai couldn't see, and the sound of crying was choked in his throat, but the tears touched Yan Huai's palm.

He carefully grabbed a finger of Yan Huai's palm that was blocking his eyes, and asked vaguely: "Master, do you want to buy her?"

Yan Huai was a little helpless by the wetness of his palms, so he asked Huoxiang to ask the steward to take care of the affairs here, and he took Ji An's hand and led him to the restaurant: "I will settle her down, An An won't cry gone."

Unexpectedly, Ji An was sobbing even more.

As if he couldn't hold it back and wanted to hold it back desperately, he hiccupped a little, the tip of his nose was flushed, obviously tears were about to fall, but he still tried his best to hold it back.

He tightly clutched the corner of his clothes, and softly confirmed to Yan Huai while weeping: "Young master, young master, do you want her to serve you?"

He finally couldn't help it, tears fell down his eyes, quickly wet his whole face, Ji An raised his hand to wipe it annoyed, but the tears only wiped more and more.

He knew, that's how he was taken by Xin Chi's side back then.

Ji An felt that he was unreasonable, but he couldn't hold it back anymore, his head was crying blankly, and he couldn't figure out why he was so sad.

Huoxiang is the young master's personal servant just like him, but Huoxiang is not sad.

How could he do this.

The more Ji An thought about it, the sadder he became, he bit his lower lip so hard that it almost turned white.

But Yan Huai quickly understood.

Although he didn't know why, Ji An had always had this problem since he followed him. He was worried about gain and loss and cautious, always worried, afraid that he would be thrown away.

Xiao Kuibao's whole face was wet from crying, but he was so stubborn that he wiped away his tears. People who don't know the situation will probably think that they have bullied him.

Yan Huai didn't bring a handkerchief, so he wiped his tears with his own sleeve and coaxed him softly: "It's good for me to have An'an, and I don't want anyone else."