Young Master Jiao and the Poor Master

Xia Murong didn't praise him, but took his hand. The man's hand was big and warm. He sniffed, pursed his lips and laughed, feeling that his choice just now was really right, so he just held holding on, as if never letting go.Xia Murong led the boy into a convenience store and bought a pack of tissues, which he never used, but now there was a delicate little painted face beside him.

Manifest smiled shyly, closed his eyes and raised his face, waiting for someone to wipe him clean.The boy's behavior was too natural, Xia Murong was taken aback, shook his head, retracted the hand that handed out the paper bag, took out one instead, unscrewed the water glass, dipped some water and wiped the boy's face.Forget it, there is nothing to worry about.

After walking a long way, Manifesto no longer knew the way at all, and he held the man's hand tighter unconsciously. There are so many people here, there are several-story buildings on both sides of the street, and the first floor is full of small buildings The storefront, the stone steps in front of the storefront were also full of people, and there were small stalls one by one, shouting loudly.If... If he was left here, he would definitely not know him back.Manifest also took Xia Murong's hand with the other hand, pursed his thin lips, and followed Xia Murong step by step.

Xia Murong sensed the boy's uneasiness, "This is the wholesale market, I'm here to find someone to buy you clothes by the way."

"Huh? Oh, uh, thank you...thank you." Hearing this, the declaration's mood not only did not relax, but became even more tense.He immediately remembered the story he had heard before. Before being abandoned, the children in the orphanage received gifts from their family members, and then they were asked to wait where they were by the family members who left...

"Wait here for me, I'll be right back." Xia Murong looked at the entrance, which was crowded to a certain extent, and said.Unexpectedly, as soon as the words fell, the right hand holding the boy was gripped painfully, Xia Murong frowned, and saw the boy blushing and looking at him with his lips pursed, his eyes were full of hurt, moist started to turn red.

Xia Murong raised his forehead, ancestor, this is it!With so many people watching, don't make him look like a human trafficker.

This is the wholesale market in the town, and it is the largest wholesale market among the neighboring small towns, and it is always very crowded.This young master Jiao is so useless, Xia Murong is quite reluctant to squeeze in with others, but young master Jiao is ungrateful, probably already thinking of going far away.

Manifesto held Xia Murong's right hand tightly, his nose felt sore, he must not be left here!

Helpless, Xia Murong had no choice but to change the backpack behind him to the front of his body and hang it around his neck, and said to the boy, "Okay, if you don't want to be squeezed, just hug my waist." The only thing is the small gate, which is already several times more crowded than the gate.Manifesto looked at Xia Murong suspiciously, for fear that this person was trying to trick him into letting go.After thinking about it for a while, he first let go of one hand, and hugged the man's waist from behind, then quickly let go of the other hand and clasped the fingers of his other hand tightly, and his body was completely attached to Xia Mu. Rong's back.

Hugged so tightly, it's hard to walk.Xia Murong didn't know how many times he sighed, dragging a large and moving bag and struggling to squeeze in.When we got inside, there were still a lot of people, but not as crowded as at the entrance.Most of the people here come to wholesale things, big and small bags.There are also some people who come here because the prices of things here are cheap, and they usually spend a whole day shopping, and when they leave, they are also full of big bags and small bags, which makes it so difficult to enter and exit.

Inside the venue is a street of stalls that connect vertically and horizontally. Each stall is only five or six square meters, and the goods are full of goods. Only the ones hanging on the walls are relatively comfortable to look at.Manifest looked around curiously, he had never seen such a place before.Xia Murong patted the boy's hand, "Let go." Xuan Xuan let go, and consciously took Xia Murong's right hand again. Seeing Xia Murong looking at him, Young Master Jiao smiled flatteringly, "Uh, there are many people."

When Xia Murong led the boy into a shop not far away, Uncle Xia grinned when he looked up and saw them, "Oh, wood, where did you kidnap the water spirit kid? If parents can't find anyone, they should be in a hurry with you."

Hearing this, Xia Murong immediately looked at the boy beside him. He thought the boy would cry again, but unexpectedly, the boy just stared blankly at the strange uncle in front of him, then looked at Xia Murong, He said sullenly, "No, they are already dead, so they won't be in a hurry."

Just this one sentence made Xia Murong feel distressed.Mingming told himself from the very beginning that he and this boy just met by chance, so he never asked about what happened to the boy, because knowing it would add a layer of restraint and a responsibility.In the end, because he didn't greet Uncle Xia in advance, the child's experience was suddenly and straightforwardly presented to him.

"Look at my mouth, hey, wood, you have to take responsibility for what uncle did wrong." Uncle Xia scratched his head when he saw the child's fight, and quickly shifted the responsibility to Xia Murong.Xia Murong picked up the child and sat on a chair in the corner. Uncle Xia belonged to their Xiajia Village. He had been doing wholesale business here for so many years and took good care of him. He got the lowest wholesale price here.

Xia Murong didn't know what to say, and so did the boy in his arms, with a serious face and a straight waist.This is the first time Xia Murong has seen such a strong and stubborn boy who loves to cry from last night until now, which is very distressing.Therefore, children should not be touched too much, and it is always easy to trigger some softness in the heart.

"Would you like to tell me why you became a person?" After a long silence, Xia Murong finally asked, feeling a little shaken in his heart, and hoped that the child would not answer. Everything is gone.

Manifest raised his small face and looked at Xia Murong suspiciously, "Are you willing to listen to me?"

Xia Murong's pupils shrank slightly. It turns out that the boy is very smart. "Well, let's talk, I want to hear it." Without leaving the boy in that hotel, Xia Murong knew that his heart had softened.Soft-heartedness is not certain, he generally does not allow himself to have it.In fact, Xia Murong has always felt that he is not qualified to be soft-hearted to others, because he is unable to bear the responsibility brought about by this soft-heartedness.Why do people who have a mess in their own lives intervene in other people's lives softly?

But now, he just softened his heart!

Hearing that the man in front of him actually responded, Young Master Jiao burst into tears after realizing it, as if he was juggling.Wuwuwu, he thought that this person really didn't want to take care of him at all, so there is still a little hope, if it is true, it would be great, he will... hiccup... will be very obedient, really of!

Before the boy could speak, he burst into hiccups from crying. After receiving Uncle Xia's dissatisfied look, Xia Murong sighed, hugged the boy and turned around, with his back to the shop door. To Uncle Xia's business. "Don't cry, I won't listen to you if you don't talk about it." Xia Murong urged after waiting for a while.

"No, don't, hiccup, I... I'll say it, I'll say it, woo woo woo, I'll say it right away." The boy who hadn't cried enough grabbed his clothes tightly, as if he was in a hurry as if he would regret it began to tell.From how my mother was taken care of by others, to how I was pampered by my mother and lived a happy life, to the sudden change a few months ago, and finally to my helplessness these days.

The more the boy talked, the more tears fell. Xia Murong kept wiping the boy's tears and snot with an indiscernible expression, without interrupting the boy's crying, which had been suppressed for so long, until several sighs came from beside him, "Hey!" , how pitiful!"

It turned out that at some point, several female customers in Uncle Xia's store had been standing behind them and listening for a long time, and one of them even began to wipe tears silently.But these people were just listening, seeing the boy gradually stopped crying, they said a few words of comfort and left.No one is really responsible for other people's stories, Manifesto wiped away his tears, pursed his lips and stopped talking.

A woman snorted coldly, and was about to speak, but was interrupted by Uncle Xia, "Be kind to yourself." This woman is a well-known poisonous woman here, and she didn't have a nice word at all.Xia Murong also knew that when he saw the woman who was not leaving for a long time, he had already blocked the boy's sight, and he didn't want him to see that kind of disdainful look.

"The son of a mistress is the son of a mistress, so I don't want anyone to say it. My mother is so disrespectful, why can't others say it, hum!" The woman still said it, her face turned pale in an instant, and then she clenched her fist and was about to speak, I heard Xia Murong say with a sullen face, "It's better than some people who don't have a son, and they can't be jealous, so let's turn left and rinse your mouth first."

you!The woman glared angrily at Xia Murong, the little bastard.Uncle Xia drove him away rudely, didn't say much about Xia Murong, just patted him on the shoulder, and then said to the boy in Xia Murong's arms, "Kid, don't take it to heart, just live with yourself." The day you live is the most important thing, and others have no right to say anything.”

After speaking, Uncle Xia winked at him, Xia Murong nodded, pressed the boy's head in his arms and sat there for a while, patting the boy's back silently to comfort him.Not long after, the boy, who was tired from walking and crying, fell asleep.Xia Murong put the person on Uncle Xia's rocking chair and lay down, went to sit next to Uncle Xia, and helped count the quantity of today's goods, "Uncle Xia, give me a set of boy's clothes with the best fabric."

When Uncle Xia heard this, he didn't understand anything. He immediately became serious, frowned, and disapproved all over his face: "Wu Mu, do you want to raise him?"