Old Man's Begging Stick

Outside the teahouse where people come and go, a hunched beggar is leaning on the steps of the teahouse with one leg bent. Clothes of unrecognizable original color hang loosely on his body, and his exposed hands and feet are so thin that the bones can be seen clearly.His hair was disheveled, only one chaotic eye was exposed, looking blankly and confused at the streets where people came and went.

In the teahouse, a few old regulars sit around a table and talk to each other.

"Didn't there be a landslide a few days ago? I heard that the ancestors of Wuji Xianzong and the ancestors of Shenjianmen split open an ancient tomb due to their discussions nearby."

"Oh, what I heard is that a murderer from the Yuanling Realm ran around here, and the elders of the Wuji Immortal Sect encircled and suppressed monsters, and used the Demon Subduing Formation."

"I heard that the Wuji Xianzong, Shenjianmen, Xiaoyaozong and even the demon gods of the Yuanling Realm have all dispatched to capture this monster. This monster is so cunning that it got into an ancient ruin. The fairy elders teamed up It took a lot of effort to force the monster out. Although the sect suffered heavy losses, it was a blessing in disguise. The ancient ruins are full of spiritual treasures, and the sects have benefited a lot."

"Then the loud movement heard a few days ago was the sound of them fighting monsters? That was really incredible. At that time, I felt that the sky was about to collapse..."

"Oh, Ah Heng, why are you still in a daze! Hurry up and beg for food, or there will be no food tonight!" An old beggar staggered from the other side of the long street, his back bent and panting for three meters His breathing could be heard outside.

"Old Wentou..." The young beggar named Ah Heng called him, "I..."

"Hey... You kid, can't you lose your face again?" Old Wen walked slowly to Ah Heng, and then walked into the teahouse from beside him, "Let me beg for food, you are like this... Gouzi wait a moment I'm going to call again."

"Gentlemen, please do me a favor..." Old Wen moved closer to the talking men, and the group of men showed disgusted expressions: "Come on, why is it you again?! Get out of here, or I will beat you! "

Old Wen asked for a round, but he didn't even get a peanut. He sighed heavily, stepped tremblingly over the threshold of the teahouse, and then sat beside Ah Heng.

"It's full of cheapskates inside. Why do you come here to beg for food? Do you remember the last time I taught you how to call?" Old Wen stretched out his hand to poke Ah Heng's forehead. Ah Heng's forehead was very hard. Wen Tou felt his fingers hurt.

"Forget it, try your luck, I'll shout..."

As he said that, Old Wen began to call out "Ouch, Ouch", moaning and groaning hoarsely while stretching out his dry hand to the people passing by in front of the teahouse: "Please do me a favor...give me a stutter... Grandpa...give me something to eat..."

A basin of dirty water was poured out in the teahouse: "Go away, you stinky beggar!"

Ah Heng was drenched head to head with sewage, a few rotten vegetable leaves drooped on his hair, and the black hair on his forehead was dripping with drops of water.Sewage poured in from his neckline and slid down from his cuffs, brown lines washed out on the black and yellow skin.

He looked down helplessly at his wet clothes, as if he didn't understand why he was wet all of a sudden.He moved his body, and the rotten vegetable leaves on his forehead hit his thigh with a 'slap'.He stretched out his dirty hands to pick up the vegetable leaf, looked at it carefully for a while, and then threw it in front of the steps.

Ah Heng is an optimist, he moved his butt, and then he moved to the dry place next to him.

"Begging is not something you can get by just stretching out your hand." Old Wen stood up tremblingly, "Let's go, don't stay here anymore, I'm afraid you will be beaten if you stay any longer."

Old Wen stood up leaning on his khaki branch, his movements were very slow, like a candle in the wind, a gust of wind could take the dying old man away.Ah Heng seemed to react a little slower. Old Wen stood up, but he was still sitting stupidly.

"Fucking stinky beggars! Are you going to leave or not!" Another basin of dirty water was poured out of the teahouse, and the dirty water was firmly buckled on Ah Heng's head. The door! It's so fucking unlucky! Get out!"

Dirty water dripped from Ah Heng's body, Ah Heng blinked his eyes and looked at Old Wentou and called out guiltyly: "Old Wentou..."

Old Wentou has been in Xiaoyan Town for so many years, he rarely gets angry, but today he is angry.Seeing the poor Ah Heng, he couldn't stop being furious, his old face flushed red, and two blue blood vessels burst out from his neck.

"Damn it! You don't even let a little fool go! Have a conscience! It doesn't matter if you don't give him food, he just sits in front of your door, and you even pour two pots of dirty water! You are a dog! You can't treat it like this!" His voice was hoarse, and his stooped back straightened due to excitement.

Old Wentou cursed hoarsely at the door of the teahouse, and the owner of the teahouse rushed out with his sleeves rolled up.He flew up and kicked Ah Heng on the back. In the perception of the teahouse owner, even a mighty and strong man would fly out and lie on the street after receiving his kick.

But it was the owner of the teahouse who fell down.

The owner of the teahouse put his foot on Ah Heng's back. He felt as if he had kicked a boulder. He was like an egg hitting a rock.

"Ouch—" the teahouse owner fell in front of his teahouse and hugged his ankle, moaning, "Ouch, my foot...is broken!"

"Aheng, let's go! Why are you still standing there?!" Old Wen hurriedly stretched out his hand to tug on Aheng.

Ah Heng finally moved. He staggered to his feet while supporting the black begging stick, and then staggered a few steps. His body was extremely stiff. When he walked, he felt his whole body was tense, and his posture was very strange.

Ah Heng is like a walking skeleton, he always feels that his left and right legs will fight at any time if he doesn't obey his control, if he is not supported by a begging stick in his hand, he may collapse on the spot.

The owner of the teahouse was still holding his feet and groaning, but he did not forget to tell the guys to catch the perpetrator: "Catch him quickly! Ouch..."

But at this time, the guest who witnessed the whole process came out and said something fair: "Boss Li, you did it first, and the beggar didn't fight back. Don't blame others if you fall yourself."

"That's right, he's just a poor beggar. Look at him and he can't even walk steadily. Don't be in trouble. If you catch him, he won't have the money to pay you for the medicine. It's useless if you catch him. "

"Yes, yes."

After the tea guests persuaded them one after another, the owner of the teahouse had no choice but to admit it. He was helped up by the waiter with a painful expression on his face: "Unlucky, I just said that my eyelids have been twitching today, so I encountered such a thing. Forget it, forget it I admit it! Ouch..."

During the time when the owner of the teahouse was surrounded by tea guests, old Wentou and Ah Heng disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Look, you were almost beaten, right?" Old Wen Tou took Ah Heng to hide in the diagonal alley with lingering fears. He secretly stretched out his neck to look at the teahouse, and saw the owner of the teahouse being dragged into the teahouse by the staff up.

Is it over?but……

Old Wen turned his head to look at Ah Heng, who was standing beside him all wet.He didn't realize it when he huddled there, but once he stood up, Old Wen noticed how tall Ah Heng was.If it weren't for his sallow complexion and slow movements, he would still be a handsome young man.His brown pupils were looking at Old Wen's head for a moment, and his eyes were full of bewilderment and unconscious dependence.

When Old Wentou saw this look, his heart softened.

"Let's go, let's go home. I'm afraid Gouzi has come back, you...you can't even ask for a meal, what can you do in the future." Old Wen walked ahead melancholy, and Ah Heng looked down. He stuck his head with a begging stick and didn't speak.

He doesn't want to beg for food, and every time he sees people's disgusting eyes while begging for food, he really wants to go underground.

If I knew this earlier, I shouldn't have drilled out of the ground in the first place.

Ah Heng pursed his lips, followed Old Wentou out of Xiaoyan Town in frustration.

The author has something to say:

Instructions for eating this article:

1. The slow-paced and heavy tone of the novel is not as warm and cute as Jinwu. [I almost doubt life when I write]

2. It is true that Master pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger, but he was also a weak chicken at the beginning, and he needs to be given time and space to grow.

3. The author of the Taoist department has a violent temper. If you scold me, I... I will ignore you. 【Essentially a coward】