Even after the guy had eaten half of the roasted chicken, she was still in a dilemma. When she saw that the guy was about to move on to the last fat chicken leg, she slowly walked to the side of the fire and stretched out a hand. Her meaning was clear: I want to eat the chicken leg, you give it to me.
Hsu Fengnian ignored her and took a bite of the chicken leg, oil dripping from his mouth.
Little Charcoal took a step forward and stretched out his hand again.
Hsu Fengnian looked at her from the corner of his eyes, biting the chicken leg bite by bite.
The girl's eyes turned, revealing a sense of craftiness as she said, "This is my home!"
Hsu Fengnian mumbled, "I'm just borrowing a place. I'll leave after I finish eating."
The girl angrily said, "Give me the chicken leg!"
The girl hurriedly added, "There's only half left!"
Hsu Fengnian glanced at her, "Shouldn't you add the word 'please' when you're asking for help?"
He originally wanted to add, "Didn't your parents teach you that?", but after thinking about it, he decided against it. It was too hurtful to say such things to an orphan.
The tanned and skinny little girl fiercely spat at the fire, then walked back to the steps and sat down.
Hsu Fengnian threw away the chicken bone and casually wiped his greasy fingers. He stared at her, not forgetting to add insult to injury with a burp.
The stubborn little girl sulked as the cool breeze blew. Although her hair was dirty and stiff, her sparse fringe was still blown by the breeze, revealing her high forehead. Compared to her dirty face, it was especially fair and bright.
In the end, the little girl was the first to admit defeat and returned to the house to sleep.
Hsu Fengnian sat in the courtyard like an old monk in meditation, resting with his eyes closed.
During this time, she stepped on a small wooden stool several times to secretly peek through the windowless window. Only late at night did she tiptoe back to her little bed.
At dawn, the little girl gently pushed open the door. In the end, she saw that annoying guy still in her house. She didn't dare to chase him away and simply pretended that he didn't exist. Out of sight, out of mind, she carried the broken kite and climbed up an old tree, then jumped onto the roof. She raised the kite high above her head and ran around like a tireless little wild cat.
Hsu Fengnian stood up and stretched. He raised his head and saw that little charcoal was looking down at him. Her cold eyes were filled with a sense of scrutiny that didn't match her young age.
Hsu Fengnian amiably asked, "Your parents are gone?"
The child was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on and angrily said, "Your parents!"
Hsu Fengnian............. the early bird gets the worm, otherwise...............
The little black girl sneered, "Why do you care?! ............. . . No! "
Hsu Fengnian laughed, "If you don't beg for a living, are you going to steal or rob?"
The little girl sneered, "What do you know!"
Hsu Fengnian didn't say anything. The child on the roof, who struggled to survive in the lower levels of the city, was clearly very good at reading people's expressions. This was a kind of sharp intuition that was close to instinct. She could fight with those children who were a few years older than her, because once she showed weakness, it meant that she would forever be bullied by them. Last year, her cotton doll was stolen by them when she wasn't home. Her little pot was also hidden by them, and they often threw stones through the window. However, she clearly didn't dare to really anger the adult man in the courtyard. Her habit of knowing when to advance and when to retreat might be an innate talent, but it was also forced out bit by bit by her lonely and helpless situation. She was willing to steal things and pick up vegetables, but she just didn't want to be a little beggar on the street. She didn't know why. This year, she could go to the streams and rivers outside the city, which were not higher than her knees. She tried to use wood to catch fish, or used a broken dustpan to catch birds in the wild. She felt that when she grew up, she would be able to do more things.
Anyway, she could live a good life by herself. She could wait until she grew taller, and then she would do that big thing.
Hsu Fengnian saw the naughty little girl suddenly sit on the edge of the roof. She put down the kite, swung her legs, and looked to the south.
Hsu Fengnian flew to the roof and sat down. After half an hour, she suddenly woke up. She turned her head and asked with a puzzled face, "Hey, why did you climb up the tree?"
Hsu Fengnian was silent.
She moved her butt as if she wanted to get farther away from him, but in fact, she gently lifted up two broken tiles with her right hand and held a small wooden knife tightly. However, she didn't let Hsu Fengnian see it.
Hsu Fengnian was still looking into the distance. He asked with a smile, "Why did you hide a small wooden knife on the roof? Don't tell me you want to kill me? "
Her face suddenly changed. She suddenly stood up and faced Hsu Fengnian, holding the knife with both hands.
Hsu Fengnian didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He said self-mockingly, "Whether you believe it or not, I'm not a bad person. Well, to be precise, I might be a bad person, but I definitely won't have any bad intentions towards you. You can count it yourself. Is there anything valuable that I want? Is it a wooden knife? Is it a small broken pot or this broken house? "
She seemed to smile innocently. She said that's right, that's right, and waved the wooden knife a few times. However, Hsu Fengnian didn't need to look. He could clearly feel that her body was still tense.
Hsu Fengnian was a bit puzzled. Had this child been bullied badly by those homeless people over the years? Otherwise, how could she be so "sophisticated"?
She giggled and sat down again. She took out a blunt knife from under the tiles. She took the initiative to wave it at Hsu Fengnian, as if showing off that she had a knife.
She saw that Hsu Fengnian didn't turn his head. She relaxed a bit and began to sharpen the knife. The small wooden knife was still a half-finished product. She had to continue "refining the knife".
Hsu Fengnian found that this little girl's expression would be quite meticulous when she was focused on something.
Hsu Fengnian couldn't help but smile. He remembered his childhood. Was there a time when he was like her?
He chatted with her, asking and answering questions. She didn't speak most of the time.
"What's your name?"
There was no response.
"Do you have friends?"
"Of course!"
It was the cotton doll that they depended on each other for survival.
"How old are you?"
"Why are you asking this!"
"Did you make this small wooden knife yourself?"
She rolled her eyes. She was very dissatisfied with his obvious question.
"Your wooden knife is too different. It's straighter than the mang knife, narrower than the cold knife, and slimmer than the famous Southern Tang's Hao Da Ping Ze …"
"Hey, hey, hey, why are you nagging like a woman?"
Hsu Fengnian was silent.
However, for the first time, she took the initiative to ask, "What kind of knife is Southern Tang's Hao Da Ping Ze?"
Xu Fengnian smiled and patiently explained, "It's a kind of saber that looks like a large battle formation saber. It used to be very popular in the Southern Tang Royal Family, and several famous sabers in the world were used as references."
The little black girl curled her lips, her face full of disdain.
Hsu Fengnian curiously asked, "With your skills, it's enough to deal with those children yesterday. Do you still need a wooden knife to defend yourself?"
The little girl hid the blade and placed the wooden knife on her lap. The more she looked at it, the more she liked it. She couldn't bear to put it down. She hummed and said, "It's my birthday. This is a gift for myself."
Hsu Fengnian joked, "Little girl, you don't treat yourself badly."
The little girl was furious. She turned her head and angrily glared at Hsu Fengnian. She bared her teeth and said, "What little girl! I pee standing up! "
Hsu Fengnian facepalmed, speechless.
The little girl suddenly said, "Right, don't blame me for not reminding you. My father is the most powerful master and hero in the world. He kills people without blinking. If you dare to provoke me, I'll let him beat you to death! I don't think you're a bad person, so I'm telling you.
This is a secret! "
Hsu Fengnian smiled and asked, "Is your father really that powerful? A master? How high is he? "
The little black girl's face was filled with pride. She clicked her tongue and said, "Ten stories high! No, it's a hundred stories high! Are you afraid? "
Hsu Fengnian was stunned for a moment. He then laughed and said, "I don't believe it. If your father is such a powerful master, would you still be here and not even be able to eat a chicken drumstick?"
She was silent for a moment. She then squeezed out word by word from the gaps of her teeth, "No. You. Are. Talking. About. My. Father!"
Hsu Fengnian turned his head and looked at the extremely serious and tender face. He was absent-minded for a moment.
She was going tit for tat with him.
Hsu Fengnian smiled and admitted defeat. He stood up and walked to her side. He wanted to pat her little head, but she avoided him.
Hsu Fengnian said gently, "Little girl, I'm leaving. I'm going to Stone Tablet City to find a child around your age. She will definitely be as pretty as her mother."
She waved her hand like an old woman and said with a smile, "Go, go. We'll meet again if fate allows. Remember, don't be so petty the next time we meet. Otherwise, if you're so petty, you might not be able to find a wife. "
Hsu Fengnian was afraid of scaring the little girl, so he didn't go straight to Stone Tablet City. Instead, he gently jumped into the courtyard and pushed open the courtyard door. He waited until he reached a dark corner in the alley before suddenly disappearing.
The little girl with a dark face didn't have any melancholy emotions. When Hsu Fengnian left, she let out a sigh of relief. She slowly squatted down and hid the short wooden knife with her little butt. She muttered, "Draw the knife to cut the water, the water flows even more.
Draw the knife to chop the head, the blood flows even more … "
She left the kite on the roof and slipped back into the courtyard along the tree to start a new day.
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