But the eyes exposed are very clear and bright, the nose is small and straight, and the lips are slightly pursed...

"If this little boy washes his face and puts on clean clothes, he will definitely be a handsome boy." Ping'er murmured.

Huahua asked Ping'er: "Auntie, is he a beggar? Is he also an orphan whose parents don't want him, so he wanders out?"

Ping'er shook her head, "She doesn't look like a beggar, but she is definitely a child from a poor family."

Huahua said: "That little brother looks so pitiful. He seems to be very hungry and wants to eat the steamed buns there!"

"Auntie, let's help him?"

Ping'er nodded and called a waiter to come over to pay the bill, "Give those two meat buns to the kid at the door. I paid the money together."

The waiter went over to get the buns, pointed to Ping'er here, and said a few words to the child.

The little boy turned his head and looked towards Ping'er, his big eyes full of surprise.

Ping'er stood up, smiled gently at the little boy, took Huahua's hand and was about to walk over to say hello to the child.

But the child turned around and ran away with the bun in hand.

"This little brother really has no tutor. We kindly invited him to eat steamed buns, but he ran away without even saying a word of thanks. It made us seem like bad guys!"

Ping'er and Huahua chased to the door of the shop, looking at the direction in which the little boy ran away, Huahua said a little unhappy.

Ping'er smiled tolerantly and said, "Maybe that kid is afraid of life. Forget it, let him be. We have to leave too."

Huahua nodded, followed Ping'er into the carriage waiting at the door, and headed towards the north gate of Yuncheng.

When the carriage started driving slowly, the figure of the little boy appeared again at the entrance of the alley next to the shop.

He looked curiously at the distant carriage, then lowered his head and looked at the two meat buns in his hands.

Then he grabbed one of the buns and took a bite, tilting his head, thoughtfully.

In the alley behind him, two shadowy figures appeared quietly behind him.

The little boy looked sideways slightly. The innocence and curiosity in his eyes had long since disappeared, replaced by depth and calmness.

"The next target has been found, which is the carriage that just left." He said.

"You stay in Yuncheng and wait for me. There is no need to follow me. I will come back and join you after I finish my work."

After saying these words, he slipped and disappeared around the corner.

In the alley, the two dark figures were a little confused.

"What are you planning to do, little master? Every day, you come and go without a trace." One of them said.

Another person added: "In the words of the little master himself, this is called playing different roles to experience life."

The man from before said again: "When I left the East China Sea, I promised to gain experience and make a living in the world? I experience life day by day, playing the role of a beggar today, an orphan tomorrow, and a problem child the day after tomorrow. My brain is completely messed up.

not understand……"

"It doesn't matter whether we understand or not, as long as the little master has fun," another person said.

"Then shall we follow?"

"Nonsense, I must follow. The master has sent us two to protect the safety of the young master. We cannot show up unless absolutely necessary, and we must not interfere in all the affairs of the young master. However, the young master must ensure that he is in our sight."

"Then why don't you hurry up and give chase? You've already run out of the city..."

The two people once again used their skills between their feet, turning into two black whirlwinds and chasing towards the city gate...

…

"Aunt Ping, look at that little boy!"

Huahua suddenly pointed at a figure outside the carriage and said loudly to Ping'er.

Ping'er was surprised, "It's really him!"

"Aunt Ping, he seems to be leaving the city too!" Huahua said again.

Ping'er nodded. When the carriage passed by the little boy, he saw the little boy stopped and sat on the roadside.

He took off his worn shoes, knocked sand on the ground, and then rubbed his little feet there, his little face wrinkled into a small bitter melon.

"Stop the car," Ping'er told the driver.

The carriage stopped, Ping'er and Huahua got out of the car and came to the roadside, squatting down in front of the little boy.

"Little brother, can we help you with anything?" Ping'er asked.

The little boy raised his head and looked at Ping'er, his extremely beautiful eyes showing the child's fear.

Ping'er smiled softly and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person."

Ping'er's eyes fell on the little boy's cry again: "What's wrong with your feet?"

The little boy lowered his eyes and whispered: "I ran too fast earlier and got twisted."

Ping'er said: "You twisted your foot? Let me see."

The little boy shrank his feet and asked Ping'er in a low voice: "Auntie, can you push your feet?"

Ping'er was startled for a moment, "Yeah, I don't know how to push my feet. It's useless even if I look at it."

"Then what can I do for you?" Ping'er asked again.

"How about I take you to the hospital?" she asked again.

The little boy shook his head and said, "My grandfather is the doctor in the village. He can push my feet. Can aunt give me a ride?"

Ping'er smiled and nodded, "Of course, where is your home?"

The little boy pointed outside the north city gate, "Just put me down at the foot of the mountain in front..."

Ping'er hugged the little boy and got into the carriage. In the carriage, Huahua took out her own snacks and gave them to the little boy.

"Little brother, let's eat it for you." Huahua smiled and winked at the little boy.

The little boy looked at the young lady in front of him, who was a few years older than him, and took the snack from her, "Thank you, sister."

Huahua smiled and wanted to touch the little boy's head like an adult, but the little boy cleverly avoided it.

"Sister's snacks are delicious," he said.

Huahua smiled, "If you like to eat, I'll give it to you."

She gave a big bag of snacks to the little boy.

The little boy had a flattered look on his face. He didn't rush to answer, but looked at Ping'er who was sitting there embroidering.

Ping'er smiled lovingly at the little boy and said, "Huahua gave it to you, just keep it and eat it slowly when you get home."

The little boy just accepted it.

Huahua expressed curiosity about the little boy all the way, but the little boy secretly looked at Ping'er with curious eyes.

Ping'er seemed to notice something, raised her eyes to look at him, smiled and said, "Why are you peeking at me like that?"

The little boy said: "Watch my aunt embroidering."

Ping'er smiled and said, "Does your mother also do embroidery?"

When asked this question, the little boy's face suddenly showed sadness.

He shook his head and said: "I don't know,"

"I don't know if my mother can embroider or not. I have never seen my mother's face since I was born."

"Ah?" Ping'er was surprised, stopped what she was doing and looked at him.

"Your mother... passed away?" she asked tentatively.

The little boy shook his head, "I don't know either. I was raised by my grandfather. If my grandfather doesn't tell me, I don't dare to ask."

Ping'er was stunned and didn't know what to say.

This child is so pitiful...

Huahua, on the other hand, acted like a little adult and patted the little boy's little hand gently: "Little brother, don't be sad. At least you still have your grandfather to love you. My grandfather and my father died long ago, and my mother is here, but

My mother doesn’t want me anymore, I’m living with my Aunt Ping’er..."

When the little boy heard this, he looked at Ping'er again in surprise.

So they are not mother and daughter?
Chapter completed!