Mu Yan crouches down, grabbing the boy's collar and lifting him up, "Where is your mother?"
The boy shows a frightened expression, "Big sister, I was wrong, I was really wrong. You can punish me, but I beg you, don't hurt my mother, okay? Big sister, I beg you … "
Tears like a broken string of beads, patter down, washing away the dirt on the boy's face.
Mu Yan discovers that the little boy's skin is very white, and his appearance is exceptionally delicate and cute. He seems to be out of place with the other children in the Ghost Market.
She lightly says: "I'm a doctor, maybe I can cure your mother's illness. But if you're not willing, then forget it. "
The little boy is obviously stunned, forgetting to cry for a moment.
Mu Yan has already put him down, turning to leave.
The little boy suddenly comes to his senses, rushing over to hug her leg, "I'm willing, I'm willing, big sister, no, doctor, please treat my mother. We … we're too poor, we don't have the money to treat my mother's illness … it must be the Heavens taking pity on me and my mother, that's why I met you, doctor … huhuhu, your great kindness, I, the little monkey, will remember it for a lifetime. As long as you cure my mother, I will serve you like an ox or a horse! "
Yes, this delicate and pretty little boy has a very casual name – Little Monkey.
He was born and raised in the Ghost Market.
For as long as he can remember, there was only his mother by his side.
As for his father, the little monkey has never seen him, let alone know who his father is.
According to the little monkey, his mother really has it hard.
In addition to taking care of him, she also has to take care of a group of sick relatives.
A few days ago, she finally collapsed from exhaustion.
The little monkey went to the Ghost Market to find a doctor.
However, even after spending all of the family's savings, he still couldn't cure her.
Now that his mother is on the verge of death, the little monkey is also about to starve to death.
In desperation, he had to come out to steal.
Listening to the little monkey's low and not deliberately sad narration.
Lying on Mu Yan's shoulder, the little chick sobs, very touched.
"Gugugu, gugu ~ ~" In this world, only a mother is good. A child with a mother is like a treasure, a child without a mother is like a blade of grass. Mom, mom, this little brother is too pitiful, can you save his mother? Let him be as happy as Huanghuang.
The corner of Mu Yan's mouth twitches.
This stupid chicken had matured quite a bit compared to when it had just hatched.
Now, they could even understand simple stories.
Most importantly, she was especially sentimental. She had no resistance to those melodramatic stories and grudges.
Every time, he would pester the little phoenix to read it to him, and then he would burst into tears.
"Hehe, Mu Yan, you wouldn't be so stupid as to repay evil with good, right?"
Li Weiran's laughing voice sounded in her ears.
Mu Yan turns her head to look.
She felt that even if her eyes were covered with red silk, she could still see the mocking expression on his face.
As a result, Mu Yan gave him four words: "I'm a senior minister!"
The little monkey looked at Li Weiran timidly and carefully grabbed the corner of Mu Yan's clothes.
It was obvious that in this short period of time, he was already very dependent on Mu Yan.
Li Weiran looked at this scene and laughed softly. Then, he stroked the red silk on the bridge of his nose and slowly followed.
The smile on his face was so cold and evil.
…
The ghost market actually occupied a very large area.
The little monkey took Mu Yan and the others through the crisscrossing alleys for a while before they arrived at the little monkey's house.
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