infinite you and me

Someone sympathized, "It's not easy for others."

Some people scorned, "Poor people must have something to hate, why can't they live if they have hands and feet."

Some people echoed, "Dirty ones affect the image of the ancient city, and should have been driven away."

Someone joked, "Don't, I'll recruit a gang of beggars for you later, and besides, there's a lot of money in the beggar's bag now."

So it's just because it affects the image of the ancient city, not because it's too cold to kill people?

The administrator put on a haughty face. This person was simply not willing to accept anything. He went directly to grab the beggar's arm, "Hurry up, don't mess around here, it's okay to pretend that I don't move."

However, no matter how much he pulled, the beggar sat on the ground with his knees hugged and remained motionless.

The beggar was dressed thinly, with a soft shirt that couldn't see its original color, dirty jeans with several holes, and a stench that could be smelled from a distance. His hair was very long, covering his face, and it was greasy. Tie the knot and change into white clothes to play Sadako, but Sadako is cleaner than her.

she?

It was only now that Bei Quege discovered that the beggar turned out to be a young woman. Why did she say it was a young woman instead of an aunt? After all, she didn't even show her face, didn't she?

Just look at it and you'll know.

She hugged her knee with one hand, and the other arm was dragged by the administrator, and her hand was hanging weakly in the air.

The hands are dirty, and the nails are full of dirt, but objectively speaking, the shape of the hands is beautiful, the five fingers are slender, the joints are distinct, and the skin is firm.

Gong Xiyue. An Xuanyu didn't speak, but just watched this scene with a frown. Their backgrounds made them see too much infighting and some shady filth, and their understanding of world affairs was deeper and weaker. Although they didn't like this One scene, but what can they do, they can help for a while but not for a lifetime.

Quan Weiqi said, "What are we doing here, let's go back."

"Well, the managers will take care of it." Dan Xinyuan echoed.

The administrator was furious, he saw the beggar here, and there was a circle of people watching the show, which made him look like a monkey jumping up and down in the zoo!

His face was flushed, and the string of reason was broken. He kicked the beggar's shoulder vigorously, kicking him to the ground, then he cleared his mind and subconsciously looked at the audience. Fortunately, the audience did not blame him for being rude. Immediately full of confidence, he shook his hands, "Damn it, what are the security guards doing in a daze! Take him away!"

The beggar who was kicked to the ground sat up silently, resting his head on his knees, maintaining the previous posture.

There was no panic, no struggle, no resentment, not even grief.

She seemed to be unloved in her own world, the administrator who kicked her, these onlookers who watched and pointed, seemed to not exist at all.

The security guards who rushed over said "yes" loudly, and grabbed her arms one by one, trying to lift her up.

Bei Quege frowned, these people are a bit too much, "Then what are you going to do?"

She looked at the administrator with oppressive amber eyes, "How to deal with it?"

The administrator opened his mouth, as if blaming her for being nosy, "What else can I do, give me some money and send her away."

Bei Que Ge sneered, and when he turned his head, he met the beggar's gaze.

The beggar was framed by two security guards, and a small half of his face was exposed when he raised his head, but there was no expression on his dirty face, and the black pupil that was not covered seemed to feel the sun suddenly. Uncomfortably closed, then opened again, very calm.

The look that came over was also extremely calm.

"Wait," Bei Que Ge suddenly pursed his lips, and said a little irritably, "I'll take her away."

Amber eyes stared at the beggar, and said again, "I will take you away."

"Hey, this... You are here to make trouble." The administrator looked at her stupidly.

The bigger the whispers around, the more I'm sorry for the word whispering.

Sympathy glut or human trafficking, that's a serious topic - so the masses think.

Gong Xiyue was even more surprised by what she did, it was not like the Bei Que song she knew, who went to trouble because of sympathy.

The beggar put his eyes on her, but still didn't express anything.

Bei Que Ge clicked his tongue and took her arm directly to leave the crowd.

The snow fell on the head, shoulders, and body. Before it melted, it was trampled under the feet, and it was mixed with soil and stained black.

I arrived at the inn within two to three minutes. The doorman saw her dragging a beggar in and tried to stop her, but she pushed him away casually.

Open the door, push the person into the bathroom, and say without emotion, "Come out after washing."

Then a person leaned against the wall next to the bathroom.

Beique song revisits the desolation in the nightmare over and over again, how similar it is.

After her thoughts calmed down, she noticed that the room was dark and the lights were not turned on.

The lights in the bathroom were not turned on, and naturally there was no sound of water.

Bei Que Ge gave a rare sigh, smiled self-deprecatingly, and turned on the light.

The light in the room cuts off the darkness outside, and the turned on air conditioner gradually overwhelms the cold.

There was still no sound of water in the bathroom.

Bei Quege frowned, the bathroom was fitted with a frosted glass door, the bottom section was still empty, and the ground inside could be clearly seen.

The person behind the glass door seemed to just stand there motionless, with his back to the door.

After she pushed her in, she stayed in this position all the time?

Bei Que Ge didn't know whether he was amused or he was so helpless that he could only smile, it must have been more than ten minutes.

Push the door and go in, regardless of whether she turns around or not.

"Can I wash it before I come back? After that, you can do whatever you want." He raised his hand to turn on the switch, and the shower head sprinkled hot water.

The beggar stood under the hot water, the dirty clothes fit the same dirty body, and even the water stinks.Another person's footsteps had left the room.

Back at the inn, Gong Xiyue An Xuanyu was sitting at the dining table downstairs, and they had already sent the three boys back to their room.

It was no surprise to see Bei Que Ge coming downstairs.

They didn't ask Bei Que Ge why he brought a beggar back, but only asked, "What should I do next?"

"Send it to the rescue station." After Bei Quege finished speaking, he left the inn.

"Xi, my sister knows a lot. Besides, my sister has never been used to bullying the weak."

"...I just think her expression is a little abnormal."

The cold was coming, Bei Quege frowned and walked to the bench by the river, and lay down in a curled up position. She looked at the dark sky and the snow drifting aimlessly. After a long time, she turned around. One body, facing inward, outside the gap between the wooden slats, is the long street illuminated by the river of lights.

She kept this posture like this, her eyes were a little sore.

When Bei Que Ge came back, he saw a person standing by the window with his head slightly lowered, and looked over after hearing the sound of the door opening.

Bei Quege was stunned for a moment. The person by the window was in the dark and under the light at the same time. His profile was cold and smooth, his facial features were three-dimensional, his outline was deep, and he looked like a mixed race. She glanced at her long and narrow phoenix eyes. , a tall and straight nose, slightly pursed thin lips, under the open bath towel, the exquisite and beautiful collarbone, looming...

Thanks to the coated glass, the outside cannot see the inside.

...and it looks like you're using the towel the wrong way.

"Nightgown," Bei Quege calmly took out an unworn nightgown from the suitcase, and handed it over to her personally instead of putting it on the bed in order to prevent her from bending over to reveal any unbelievable scenery.

Don't girls usually wrap their towels around their chests?

But the one in front of her was casually draped over her shoulders. Fortunately, the bath towel was big enough to cover everything, although it wasn't completely covered...

She tore off the bath towel and took the nightgown expressionlessly, then looked at Bei Quege's pinkish earlobes suspiciously, and put on the nightgown slowly.

Bei Que said lightly, "Let's eat something first." Then he turned and walked towards the sofa.

I touched the wall of the bowl, um, it was still warm.Three dishes and one soup are the special dishes of Lijiang.

After arranging the dishes and chopsticks, Bei Quege went to the bathroom to wash her hands. She noticed that the floor and sink were clean and had obviously been tidied up. However, the hotel provided one set of disposable towels and toiletries, along with dirty clothes. and broken hair lying in the trash.

Looking at the sofa from the corner of the eye, the person in the nightgown was sitting with her back straight, she pursed her thin lips, and looked at the dishes on the coffee table very seriously.

"Why don't you eat?" Bei Quege sat on the armrest of the sofa more casually, saw her look over, was stunned, and sat down on the sofa, "Let's eat together."

Bei Quege picked up the vegetables in her own bowl, looked up and noticed that the person opposite was staring at her hand, and then took a few seconds before picking up the chopsticks, with unfamiliar movements.The weirdness in Bei Quege's heart was a little more, although he didn't eat or sleep, he didn't eat seriously, and most of his attention went to the opposite person.

She is not very proficient in using chopsticks, but her manners are decent and pleasing to the eye. This kind of elegant determination exuded from the bones is definitely not something that street people can imitate.

Some things cannot be erased, such as temperament.

There is a kind of slow and calm in this person, regardless of status or situation, this kind of calm is enough to make her dazzling, more breathtaking than her flawless appearance.

Beique's songs and food don't know the taste, and the inexpressible emotions are churning in the bottom of her heart, swollen and uncomfortable. Finally, she looked at the strange face and asked...

"is it you?"

"Ok?"