Gentleman Wushuang of Douluo Continent

Chapter 108 A pot of tea, talk about one thing (3)

"Have you never heard of it? Children from poor families have long been in charge." Yue Jiuxian knocked on Mo Xiaotang's forehead. Why is this child so sad? Can't he think of miracles or something?
He continued to refill the tea, regardless of Mo Xiaotang's resentful eyes, and continued, "The child dragged the old beggar out to bury him. When he returned, he met two children the same age as him."

"The children will take them back!" Mo Xiaotang stared blankly at Yue Jiuxian.

Yue Jiuxian nodded, the child at that time was indeed as innocent as Xiao Haitang, and even had the same thoughts.

He turned the ring in his hand and said, "Seeing that they were pitiful, the child took them back and shared the food left by the old beggar."

Listening to Yue Jiuxian's words, Mo Xiaotang thought, since they are called old beggars, they should be very poor, and their food should not be much, right?

Yue Jiuxian pursed her lips, old beggar, old beggar, how much food can there be?But even if there is a lot, the three children will share the food, and there will be a day when they will finish eating.

"I saw that the little food I had was getting less and less every day. The child carried them out to beg for food, but he was too young, and all he could do was beg passers-by in the snow, and the other two children also carried them on their backs. Kids do the same thing."

Mo Xiaotang swallowed his saliva, tightly clenched his hands buried under the quilt, and murmured, "They should all know in the end, right?"

The three of them all went to beg, and after returning home, looking at the food in both hands, they must know.Yue Jiuxian took a sip of tea to cover up the complicated emotions in his eyes.

After adjusting the state, he continued to talk.

"The child was very moved when he found out, and sworn brothers and sisters with the three of them. Although he was not the oldest of the three, the moment he saw it was food, he decided to take care of and protect them from now on."

After listening to the story, Mo Xiaotang's eyes were a little moist, he exhaled, and asked softly, "Is that kid brother?"

Yue Jiuxian froze for a moment, then shook his head, "I told you, I'm telling you a story."

"But these are very real, and my brother is so sad." Mo Xiaotang moved in front of Yue Jiuxian, seeing his brother's indifferent appearance, his heart ached.

"Isn't the story supposed to be true? If it's true, I feel deeply, won't I be sad?!" Yue Jiuxian rolled his eyes at him, and then flicked it to Xiao Haitang's forehead.

Mo Xiaotang covered his head, thought for a while since he couldn't refute it, and, after thinking about it carefully, his brother was very rich when he went to Changqing, not like the child picked up by the old beggar.

It was the best story, he patted his cheek and went back to his bed.

Just when he finished listening to the story and pulled up the quilt to rest, Yue Jiuxian said, "So you understand?"

"What?" Mo Xiaotang looked at Yue Jiuxian in confusion, what do you understand? "I believe it's just a story, I'm not that kid anymore."

Yue Jiuxian sighed. Little Haitang, who has such a brain, didn't know what to do with it every day. He put down the teacup in his hand and said, "Didn't you ask me why I treat you so well? This story just wants to Let me tell you, I am similar to that kid, both of whom have their hearts bought over a meal."

Mo Xiaotang nodded lightly when he heard the words, and he was not very happy when he heard it. He only heard him say, "Brother, don't work hard like that kid."

"I know." Yue Jiuxian responded with a smile.

(End of this chapter)