Disguised as a man: Watch me create a new dynasty

The young man led Yan Nansheng and Jiang Mianmian and walked slowly towards Wuhua Lane.

Along the way, the surrounding environment has undergone earth-shaking changes. The original prosperous scene has gradually disappeared, replaced by a scene of desolation and desolation.

Here, it is only an alley away from the bustling and busy main street.

However, this seemingly narrow alley seems to separate two completely different worlds.

On one side is a prosperous and vibrant place with rows of shops and a constant stream of pedestrians. The sounds of shouting and laughter are intertwined, exuding the richness and joy of life.

On the other side, it is a deserted and dilapidated scene.

The alley was filled with an unbearable smell of corruption, the walls were mottled, the doors and windows were dilapidated, and weeds were growing wildly in the corners, as if telling the ruthlessness of time and the hardships of life.

One side is heaven, the other side is hell.

The young man frowned and pursed his lips all the way. From time to time, he would steal a glance at Yan Nansheng beside him, his eyes full of confusion and anxiety.

I wonder if the nobleman will give up going to the orphanage because of the filth in the alley.

But in my heart I urgently hope that you can go and see what's going on inside.

The children in the orphanage need someone to give them hope of life.

The boy's throat seemed to be blocked by something and he swallowed hard several times. His lips trembled slightly and his eyes were full of tension and hesitation.

He first bit his lower lip lightly with his teeth, then took a deep breath, as if to build up his courage.

Finally, he lowered his head slightly, glanced up at Yan Nansheng secretly, and his hands unconsciously clenched into fists.

In a voice not much louder than a mosquito's hum, he cautiously asked, "Sir, may I ask why you are here?"

When he said this, he didn't dare look directly at Yan Nansheng, his eyes were evasive, and his voice was obviously trembling.

Yan Nansheng simply replied: "Can't come?"

This brief yet somewhat dignified question instantly frightened the young man, and his face turned pale in an instant.

His body began to tremble involuntarily, and his eyes were full of fear, for he was afraid that his presumptuousness would displease this noble man.

"No, no, no, I can come, I can come, but, but..."

The boy's voice became smaller and smaller, and his head drooped even lower. He bit his lips tightly and rubbed the corners of his clothes with his hands.

He didn't know how to express his inner thoughts. Should he say that no noble person would ever be willing to step into such a poor place?

Or will the scenery here pollute your eyes?

However, no matter which sentence is spoken, it seems like a ruthless trampling on those who live at the bottom of society.

But haven’t they been trampled upon by fate enough times?

In the face of survival, what does dignity mean!

As long as you can survive, all suffering can be endured.

I thought of the crying babies in the house, those hungry little faces, and those younger brothers and sisters who were as pale and skinny as I was and looked like ghosts.

The boy took a deep breath, as if trying to suppress all his fear and anxiety.

He raised his head, a look of determination flashed in his eyes, and he said firmly: "Sir, please!"

Looking at the young man who was forcing himself to be tough, Yan Nansheng couldn't help but laugh.

That smile was as warm as the spring breeze, yet it carried an elusive depth.

"You are still so likable with such a straightforward personality."

Yan Nansheng's voice was neither high nor low, but it reached the boy's ears clearly.

When the young man heard this, he froze in place, as if petrified.

He widened his already protruding eyes, which were full of disbelief, and his mouth was slightly open, unable to close for a long time.

like?

Likeable?

These words kept echoing in his mind, and he even wondered if he had heard it wrongly.

From childhood to adulthood, what he heard more was scolding, disgust and ridicule, and no one had ever said such words to him.

Slowly, the boy's vision became blurred and big tears rolled down his long eyelashes uncontrollably.

Tears fell on the dry land, splashing a small cloud of dust.

He didn't dare let Yan Nansheng and the others see him behave so out of control, so he turned around abruptly, wiped his tears vigorously with his sleeves, and quickened his pace to catch up with Yan Nansheng who was almost at the end of the alley.

His steps were a little unsteady, but each step was full of firmness and determination.

At this moment, there were still traces of tears on his face, but there was a brightness in his eyes that he had never seen before.

Originally he was worried that the nobleman suddenly wanted to go to the orphanage for some purpose, but on second thought, he felt that people like them who had nothing.

There is nothing worth calculating for others, let alone the young man in front of him who is like a fairy.

They gradually walked to the deepest part of the alley.

The house in front of me has the cleanest and tidiest entrance since I entered this alley.

The boy walked forward and knocked on the door gently, with a rhythm of three long and two short.

Yan Nansheng raised his eyebrows in surprise but made no sound.

Jiang Mianmian looked at the young man with complicated eyes.

The door slowly opened a crack from the inside. Yan Nansheng looked at the crack curiously, but could not see anything.

Then, the door suddenly opened completely.

A little carrot head rushed out from inside.

"Brother Xia Sheng! Brother Xia Sheng is back!"

The child shouted excitedly and wanted to jump into Xia Sheng's arms.

However, he suddenly saw two other people at the door. Since he did not look up, he only saw the gorgeous robes. The child braked suddenly, turned around and ran into the house until he disappeared inside.

This sudden scene made Yan Nansheng feel that the two of them were like some kind of monster.

She blinked her lively eyes and turned to look at the boy called Xia Sheng.

Perhaps it was the calm and peaceful attitude Yan Nansheng showed towards him just now, or perhaps it was the confusion in Yan Nansheng's eyes at this moment, which made Xia Sheng suddenly feel a little closer to him.

He smiled slightly and said, "Don't be surprised, sir. The children here have been starving for a long time and have become so thin that they are unrecognizable. Once a child ran away and was seen by other children on the street. Since then, people have said that the orphanage has a group of... a group of monsters."

Xia Sheng, who originally had a slight smile on his face, gradually became choked up in the voice as he spoke.

He lowered his head and stretched out his hand as a "please" gesture.

Yan Nansheng walked in without hesitation, and Jiang Mianmian followed closely behind with her skirt lifted.