Boss Gao was thinking about how to live tomorrow. He didn't have such good luck every day to meet a kind person. Boss Gao knew that if the two of them didn't go out to beg tomorrow, they wouldn't be able to survive this winter.
"Cough, cough." Just as Boss Gao was thinking, Old Qi began to cough violently behind him. Boss Gao stood up and took a look. Old Qi was shivering all over and his teeth were chattering.
"Who told you not to drink? Now you're suffering!" Boss Gao took off his outer robe. Although it was an outer robe, it was just pieced together by a few pieces of rags.
Even so, it was somewhat useful. Boss Gao covered himself with Old Qi and then walked to the fire. Because of the weather, the fire could not burn. It looked like it would go out at any time.
Boss Gao pulled a wooden board and lay on it. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Early the next morning, Old Qi woke up half asleep. It was too cold to sleep well. He sat up and found that Old Qi was gone.
He then looked around and found Old Qi sleeping beside the bonfire. At this time, the bonfire had already been extinguished. Gusts of cold wind entered the temple. Old Qi shivered and couldn't help but tighten his clothes.
Looking at the clothes he was wearing, Old Qi Xin felt touched. He stood up and walked to Boss Gao. He wanted to put the clothes on Boss Gao, but when he got closer, he found that something was wrong.
Boss Gao's face was a little red. He shrank his body and frowned. Old Qi felt something was wrong. He touched Boss Gao's forehead. It was very hot. Old Qi quickly shouted.
But Boss Gao was in a daze. He did not wake up at all. Old Qi put the clothes on Boss Gao and then took off his outer robe. He took a pile of straw from a distance and covered Boss Gao's body.
This was not enough. Old Qi wanted to find something in the ruined temple. But in the ruined temple, there was nothing except for the emotionless Buddha statue. But the Buddha statue was wearing a kasaya. Old Qi suddenly felt compassion.
Walking in front of the Buddha statue, Old Qi first climbed onto the incense table and then jumped in front of the Buddha statue. He looked at the stone Buddha statue. Is he looking at me? Or was he looking at the masses of living beings?
If the Buddha really existed, why didn't he treat the two of them better? Didn't the Buddha say that he would deliver all sentient beings and live in peace? But the two of them could only struggle at death's door in the ruined temple, living a life where there was no tomorrow.
"I don't believe you. I only believe in fate. As long as Gao Tian can live, I'm willing to do anything. " Old Qi's gaze sharpened. He was not afraid of these things. He only wanted to save Boss Gao. He reached out and grabbed a corner of the kasaya and pulled it off.
Shaking the dusty kasaya a few times, Old Qi wrapped it tightly around Boss Gao's body with three layers on the inside and three layers on the outside. Old Qi knew that this was definitely not going to get better. He had to find a doctor.
But he was just a poor beggar with no money. Where could he find a doctor? But was he supposed to just watch Gao Tian die like this? Old Qi made up his mind. He walked to the door and removed the wooden plank. As soon as he did so, the cold wind mercilessly blew open the door.
Old Qi's face felt like it had been slashed by countless steel knives, but he knew he couldn't be afraid. He wanted to save Boss Gao. It had always been Boss Gao who had taken care of him. It was time for him to repay him. Old Qi strode into the world of ice and snow. He tore off a piece of his clothes and put it through the two knockers on the door of the temple to tie it shut.
Stepping on the snow that was enough to cover his ankles, Old Qi walked step by step into the city. In order to keep his body warm, he had to run. The heavy snow quickly buried all traces of his presence.
Old Qi could see the city gate of Cloud Sea City from afar. He was already soaked and his hair was plastered to his forehead. He looked very miserable, but what scared him even more was that the heat in his body was leaving him, and his temperature was getting lower and lower.
The city gate was still open, but because of the weather, very few people were going in or out. Moreover, everyone was wrapped up tightly. Old Qi was the only exception. He was wearing thin cotton clothes, and because he was soaked, his thin body was on full display.
Old Qi rushed into the city like this. The soldiers at the gate didn't seem to see him. They had seen too many people like him. Every winter, if it didn't snow, it would be fine. Once it snowed, there would always be some beggars and poor people who froze to death in the city.
Walking on the empty street, Old Qi looked around aimlessly. Who would come out in this kind of weather? Even the big yellow dog at the gate of an unknown house was too lazy to bark when it saw Old Qi.
Old Qi walked through one street after another. Sometimes, one or two people walked past him. He also begged, but those people treated him as if he didn't exist. Some people even scolded him.
No strength, Old Qi said in his heart. He really didn't have the strength to shout anymore. He squatted on the street, grabbed a handful of snow and stuffed it into his mouth. The snow melted in his mouth. Old Qi felt that his cheeks didn't belong to him anymore.
After a while, Old Qi began to beg again at the top of his voice. "Masters passing by, please give me something!" Old Qi shouted when he saw a man pass by.
"Go away, damn beggar." The man frowned and looked unhappy. Old Qi saw the man's attitude and scolded in his heart. But he still wanted to save Boss Gao, so he could only reach out and hold the man's leg.
"Master, please, give me some money!" Old Qi touched the soft satin. The satin trousers were soft. It was probably cotton trousers.
"Damn beggar, go away." The man saw that Old Qi had wet his clothes. He couldn't help but get angry. He kicked Old Qi away and then stepped on him a few times.
"Bah, a piece of trash like you might as well die." Seeing Old Qi lying motionless in the snow, the man spat at him and turned to leave. Old Qi lay in the snow. He only felt pain all over his body and unbearable cold. But his heart was even colder.
"It's better to die like this! Boss Gao, I'm sorry. " This was not the first time he had such an idea. But Boss Gao had always encouraged him, so he could persevere.
"Are you okay?" A childish voice sounded. Old Qi looked up and saw a four or five-year-old girl. Her face was delicate and her pair of big eyes had sadness that didn't belong to her age.
There was a woman next to her. She was holding an umbrella and wearing a palace dress. Her facial features were exquisite and beautiful. It was unforgettable. But her eyes were full of contempt and indifference when she looked at Old Qi.
The little girl was wearing satin and a warm fur coat. Although she was very young, her temperament showed that her status and family background were definitely different.
"Miss, can you give me some money?" Old Qi asked tentatively.
"Yu 'er, don't bother with this kind of person." The woman next to the little girl said. The contempt in her eyes became stronger when Old Qi asked for money.
"I just want to save people. My family members have a cold and urgently need money to find a doctor." Old Qi wanted to explain. He didn't want to be looked at like that. He was too familiar with that kind of look.
"Auntie, it's okay. Give him some money! My mother said that saving a life is better than building a seven-floor pagoda. "A trace of pity flashed in the little girl's eyes. She raised her head and pulled the woman's sleeve.
"Your mother is too kind. That's why she ended up like this after saving that evil woman." Although the woman's words were merciless, the grief and anger in her eyes began to overflow.
"Auntie, I don't allow you to say that about my mother. That woman is too bad." The little girl was a little unhappy. Tears glistened in the corner of her eyes. She patted the woman's thigh with her hand.
"Yu 'er, don't cry." Looking at the little girl's tear-stained face, the woman was a little anxious. She held Huai Yu in her arms and put the umbrella aside with the other hand, constantly comforting her.
Old Qi looked at the falling snowflakes, but none of them fell on the woman's body. He was shocked. The hope that had just surged in his heart was also extinguished. In his impression, warriors were not good people.
Uncle Wang in the village was hacked to death by these so-called warriors. Their eyes were also so contemptuous, so indifferent, so high and mighty.
"Boy, this silver is for you. Hurry up and get out of here." The woman took out a piece of silver from her arms and then threw it on the ground. She felt that after this farewell, they would not see each other again. She just treated it as a kindness.
"Little brother, this thing is for you too!" Huai Yu took out a hairpin from her arms and threw it to Qi Hao. Old Qi took the silver and the hairpin in his hand. He felt that he had enough money. He didn't need this hairpin anymore. Looking at this hairpin, it was too expensive.
"Miss, you'd better take back this hairpin!" Old Qi said loudly. He needed money, but he wouldn't take everything.
"Yu 'er, this is what your mother left for you. How can you give it to others?" The woman's words were a little reproachful.
"Aunt, if I keep this thing, it will be many years before I can use it. It's better to let it play its role. Aunt, let's go! "After Qing Yu finished speaking, she put her hands around the woman's neck and buried her small face in her scattered hair.
"This boy is lucky. Let's go!" The woman's eyes moved around the hairpin. She pondered for a long time. No one knew what she was thinking, but a few snowflakes fell in her clear eyes and flowed from the corner of her eyes.
Dripping down, melting the snow.
Old Qi could see the importance of the hairpin to her, but she still didn't take it back. She gave it to him.
As Boss Gao said, in this mortal world, in this ruthless Jianghu, there are good people and bad people. Don't complain. Live with a smile. Everyone is born with their own story. We have to hear the end to know whether it is happy or sad.
"Can you tell me your names? I will repay you in the future." Old Qi looked at the back of the woman. If he could live, then he would do something meaningful. He wanted to repay the kindness.
"My name is Zhang Qingyu." Zhang Huai Yu raised her head and responded. Then she glanced at the woman in the palace dress. The woman shook her head slightly. Zhang Huai Yu didn't say anything.
Old Qi muttered to himself and engraved this name in his heart. Until the two people had disappeared from his sight, Old Qi took the silver and went to find a doctor.
Boss Gao was saved. Old Qi was full of joy. He kept the hairpin with him. In the future, he must return it to her and thank her.
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