The rivers and lakes are full of vests

Ku Chan's words were serious, Fu Peibai wondered why he was so determined, and was about to ask, when an arrogant male voice sounded behind him.

"Get out of the way, you bald donkeys, why don't you see me coming?" A man dressed as an officer and soldier with a sword on his waist pushed aside the crowd impatiently and walked to the archway.

He complained to the monks, "Why do you always come so early? I haven't woken up yet, remember to come later next time, forget it, maybe there won't be a next time, this refugee alley is about to be demolished. "

After muttering, he picked up a small gong in his hand and rang it, shouting towards Refugee Alley: "Everyone is out, eat and eat." His tone was light and joyful, as if he was yelling for livestock to feed.

With the sound of the gong, a large number of people suddenly poured out from the cabins in the refugee alley, which was still silent just now. There were men, women and children, all of them thin, with dry faces, all of them were rags and tattered, unkempt, a Pushing, crowding, rushing to the table on the porridge side, the scene was chaotic for a while.

"Slow down, slow down, it's all there."

"Don't grab! Line up, come one by one!"

"Don't worry, I have them all, everyone, don't grab them!"

The monk who delivered the porridge yelled loudly from time to time, but it didn't help. A row of long tables was crowded with refugees dressed as beggars, and they kept pushing and shoving behind them. With all her eagerness, she went to fight for the bowls of porridge with clear soup and little water.

The speed at which the monks made the porridge could not keep up with the speed at which they reached out to grab it. A large bucket of white porridge soon bottomed out, and the monks moved another bucket to fill it with bowls.

Fu Peibai was rushed aside by the crowd of refugees long ago, the clean clothes on her body were knocked out with gray and black stains, and she didn't know who pushed her face just now, and there were two black fingerprints on one cheek .

But she didn't care about the mess around her, she just stood aside blankly, watching the refugees scramble for the porridge, which was the simplest food for her, but it was like a delicacy in the world and a life-saving straw for them.

Kuchan has seen such a scene countless times, but he still couldn't bear it, his eyes were sad, "A wall separates heaven and hell."

"Benefactor Fu, have you seen it? This is the world of suffering."

Fu Peibai felt great grief in his heart, seeing this situation, he couldn't help clenching his fists.

At this time, Shi Qi came to her side, silently handed her a clean square handkerchief, and said softly, "Wipe."

"Thank you." Fu Peibai took the handkerchief, but it was useless, but he raised his legs and walked towards the table.

She had just seen that there were many children among the refugees vying for porridge. The oldest one was only about ten years old, and the younger ones were only four or five years old. They were not even as high as those people's thighs. over them.

At this time, there was a small person in the crowd who was pushed to the edge of the crowd. The child was dressed in rags, black hanging on his body, his bare feet were extremely dirty, and his nails were covered with black mud.

The villain seemed to be unwilling to admit defeat, and kept sneaking into the crowd, but the porridge grabber was so crowded that he couldn't get in, so he could only use his two black and thin arms to grab other people's hands in vain. His thigh, but he was pushed away by the outstretched hands of the crowd from time to time, and he was not discouraged at all, so he repeated and repeated.

Fu Peibai walked over with strides, and lightly grabbed the child's arm with one hand. The arm was light under her hand, without any flesh, as if there was only a layer of skin hanging on the bone. She felt that with a little force, it could be easily snap it off.

The child was grabbed by someone, and he immediately turned his head and pulled his arm vigorously, but found that he couldn't pull it out, so he shrank and stared at Fu Peibai very vigilantly, like a wary little animal.

Only now did Fu Peibai see the child's face clearly, he was a little surprised, although the child's face was dirty and dark, but the facial features could vaguely tell that it was a little girl, with dark eyes, and if it was washed clean, it must be a child with beautiful features.

Afraid of scaring her, Fu Peibai raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, and said softly: "Don't fight with them, I'll get you a bowl."

The little girl nodded hesitantly, Fu Peibai let go, got up and went to the porridge place, explained the reason, walked back here with a bowl full of porridge, knelt down and handed it to the little girl.

After the little girl took it, she didn't rush to drink it, but carefully held it with both hands, and turned around to go back to the refugee alley.

Fu Peibai was a little surprised, and stopped her: "Little girl, why don't you drink?"

The little girl stopped, and said timidly, "I'll take it back for my mother to drink. Don't worry, I'll return your bowl." After she finished speaking, she turned and walked to the depths of Refugee Alley.

Fu Peibai stared at the small figure disappearing into the darkness and mud, feeling more and more heavy in her heart. She raised her leg to follow up, but just as she took a step, a big knife lay across her chest, blocking her way.

The people blocking the way were the officers and soldiers who had just struck the gong.

He yelled: "What are you doing? Don't you know you can't enter Refugee Alley casually? Who knows if you will get some dirty problems and bring them out."

Fu Peibai stared at him, endured the displeasure in his heart, and said in a questioning tone: "I'll just go in and have a look, and I'll come out later, please excuse me."

The officers and soldiers refused in a cold voice with a non-negotiable expression: "The government expressly stipulates that people in the refugee alley are not allowed to leave without authorization, and the people in the city are not allowed to enter the refugee alley."

Fu Peibai frowned and looked at Ku Chan, who just shook his head helplessly.

In fact, she knew what other methods could be used to make the officers and soldiers let go, and those huge banknotes properly placed in her arms were the best "passing order", but she resisted doing this in her heart, thinking that she would have to make a hypocritical joke , to please and flatter this villain, even if it's a play on the spot, it's really disgusting.

Just when she was in distress, a familiar voice sounded from the side, "My lord, please be accommodating, let us in, just for a while, and come out soon, no one will know, nor will we What trouble will it cause you, you see, can it be convenient?"

Shi Qi's voice was soft, but the light veil covering her face could not hide the eyes of Jianshui, frowning and smiling.

No one could stand the beauty's gentle request, so the officer and soldier couldn't stand it either. He immediately retracted his hand covering Fu Peibai's chest by two inches, stared at Shi Qi with bright eyes, swallowed his saliva, and said repeatedly : "Since the girl has made such a request, it is naturally possible, you go, go back quickly, I will wait for the girl here."

Fu Peibai glanced at the officers and soldiers. She didn't want to bring Shiqi in, but it's not safe to keep Shiqi here.

She gently held Shiqi's wrist, and brought him behind her, blocking the gaze of the officer and soldier with most of her body.

"Let's go." As she said, she let go of her hand and stepped on the muddy and slippery ground of Refugee Alley.

Shi Qi smiled silently, raised her legs and followed her pace.

The two walked on the extremely muddy ground, and soon their boots and robes were stained with muddy water.

The dark clothes and shoes that Fu Peibai wore were still not quite visible, but Shi Qi was dressed in plain colors, and the sporadic black mud stains on the immaculate white shoes were particularly conspicuous.

Fu Peibai regretted bringing Shiqi in, but right now he could only bite the bullet and go forward, "Miss Shiqi, follow me, I will try to walk as cleanly as possible."

Seventeen's voice was gentle and soft, "Okay."

The two continued to move forward, and after walking a certain distance, they realized that not all the refugees in Refugee Lane had gone to grab the porridge. Weak women and children.

It's not that they don't want to go, it's that they can't.

All you can see is a devastated and dilapidated scene, lifeless and rotten.

On the other side of the wall, there are singing and dancing, but on the other side of the wall, there is desolation and silence.

The further Fu Peibai walked, the more he couldn't bear to look at all this directly. It turns out that it's not just death that makes people feel sad and hopeless. Living like this also makes people feel shocking and miserable.

She searched from house to house, and finally found the little girl in a wooden house that could only accommodate one or two people.

The little girl was lying on the bed at the moment, scooping up the porridge in the bowl with a wooden spoon to feed a dry and thin middle-aged woman on the bed.

The woman was so thin that her cheekbones protruded, her eyes were dull, and her expression was as old as a sixty-year-old old man. This frail appearance indicated that she was dying soon.

Fu Peibai didn't go in, she squeezed heavily on the door frame with one hand, the veins on the back of her hand were prominent, her expression was forbearing, as if she was trying to suppress some emotion.

Perhaps the light at the door was blocked, the little girl turned her head quickly, saw Fu Peibai under the backlight, and recognized that this was the brother who kindly served her porridge, she put down the bowl and walked over, looking up, He whispered: "Can you wait for me, I will return the bowl to you when my mother finishes drinking the porridge."

Fu Peibai's throat slipped, her voice was slightly hoarse, she said softly: "No hurry, let your mother drink slowly."

The little girl murmured thanks, walked back to the bed, fed the porridge spoonful by spoonful to the woman's mouth, and said from time to time: "One more sip, Ma'am, you will be cured when you are full, take another sip .”

The woman didn't know what kind of disease she was suffering from, and she couldn't even speak, her mouth was wide open, but she could only make a sound of um, ah, ah.

Fu Peibai turned her head to the side, unable to bear to watch this scene again, when she turned her head, she met Shiqi's eyes beside her, and after the two of them looked at each other silently for a while, she took a step to look away, and said in a low voice, "Thank you just now. "

Shi Qi did for her what she didn't want to do, and the woman who always loved cleanliness accompanied her into this filthy realm. will be the bad guy.

Seventeen smiled, "It's okay."

The two waited outside the door for a while. On the way, there were refugees who came back after drinking porridge, and kept looking at them who were out of place here.

It wasn't until a quarter of an hour later that the little girl barely finished feeding the porridge, and there was a little porridge left. She held the bowl and licked it clean, licking the bottom of the bowl until it was shiny, and then handed it to Fu Peibai.

Fu Peibai squatted down, looked at the little girl at the same level, and asked, "What's wrong with your mother?"

"I don't know, my mother has been like this for a long time, and I don't have the money to take her to see a doctor." The little girl said, clutching the hem of her clothes cautiously.

Fu Peibai took out the handkerchief he gave him seventeen years ago, and gently wiped off the dirt on the little girl's face, "How old are you? What's your name?"

Perhaps Fu Peibai's appearance was too gentle, the little girl's timidity faded away at this moment, she replied obediently: "My name is Ni Zhi, and I am five years old this year."

After Fu Peibai wiped her face, he straightened her messy hair again, "Then Xiao Zhi'er went out with my brother, and my brother will go to the doctor to see your mother, okay?"

The little girl's dark eyes lit up immediately, but dimmed after a while, "Those uncles with big knives don't allow us to go out of here."

"It's okay, you go with your brother and this sister, we can take you out."

"Really, really?"

Fu Peibai nodded heavily.

Ni Zhi returned to the house happily, and said to the woman: "Aniang, Aniang, wait for me, a doctor will come to see you later."

The woman couldn't speak, she grabbed Ni Zhi's arm tightly and kept shaking her head.

The little girl quickly understood what her mother meant, and she comforted her: "It's okay, mother, this brother is a good person, and so is this sister. They gave me this bowl of porridge."

The woman let go of her hand slowly, panting heavily, she murmured, but did not make a sound.

After closing the door, Ni Zhi said to Fu Peibai while fastening the latch, "Thank you, Ma'am."

Fu Peibai felt sore, she took Ni Zhi's little hand and walked towards the archway with Shiqi.

But after walking two steps, she saw the little girl's bare feet always stepping into the black cement pit. She stopped and squatted down, "Brother, will you hug me?"

Ni Zhi was a little shy and didn't say a word, Fu Peibai immediately picked her up, the little girl was too light, she didn't have any difficulty in holding her, and continued to walk towards the archway with steady steps.