What can I say, of course I listen to Zheng Xiaolang in everything.

But it is a pity that a large and good caravan company that we heard about just went out to collect mountain goods the day before yesterday. It is not at the inn now and will not be back until tomorrow at the earliest.

"It doesn't matter. I'm not in a rush to spend one or two days there. Wan'an City is so big, so I always want to see more."

Zheng Xiaolang was a little embarrassed: "No matter how big Wan'an City is, there are only four shopping malls in the southeast, northwest and southeast. In two days, I can only take my sister to the wild lotus pond in the suburbs."

He was holding the 60 coins I just gave him in his arms. He felt that he had not done much work today, and he seemed more and more guilty.

But I looked at the sky - the sun had set. Just because it was summer, there was still light as the twilight faded.

"Zheng Xiaolang, please do me one more favor."

"Go buy a basin and some firewood and paper money, and then find a quiet place to burn. I'll burn some clothes."

"Sister, you..."

Zheng Xiaolang obviously thought of the pack of clothes I bought during the day and felt a little distressed.

But although he was young and couldn't understand what I was doing, he was very sensible. He didn't question a word at this moment and just nodded:

"I'll go right away - my sister is just waiting for me at the door of the inn. This inn is in a remote place, bypassing the back alley, and there is a ditch there. I...

When he said this, it seemed a little difficult to say: "I usually live there."

Looking at his expression, I roughly guessed that the "living" mentioned here was not a house to stay, but that Zheng Xiaolang, as a beggar, could have a corner to shelter from the wind and rain.

"Is it convenient to burn this thing there?"

"It's convenient. They usually burn them on the street during the Ghost Festival, but now that it's not the festival, sister, what you burn are all new clothes. I'm afraid that the nuns will ask too much, so I arranged it there."

"On weekdays, people secretly burn paper and make offerings. They are all there. It is not my and my sister's territory."

"Sister?" I remembered what he had said during the day and asked curiously: "Is your sister also living there with you?"

…

When the first quarter moon began to reveal its outline, Zheng Xiaolang and I stayed awkwardly by the brazier on this summer night, slowly burning clothes, incense, candles and paper money one by one.

Because this brand new dress could not be burned for a while, Zheng Xiaolang poked the paper money with a branch and suddenly wondered:

"Hey, you didn't think this place was that cool in the past?"

"Why don't there seem to be any mosquitoes?"

Although this ditch is close to the water, there is no wind. It is usually sultry and hot, but now...

I looked at Xiaolian, who was squatting impatiently on the other side of the brazier, waiting for new clothes, pretending to be nothing at this moment.

"The sun has set, and there is water here, so it will naturally be cooler."

Zheng Xiaolang glanced at me and said nothing.

Not long after, he moved his body to the other side for the convenience of burning clothes.

After a while.

He moved back silently.

It made me laugh when I saw it.

This smart young man must have discovered that only that place is cooler, but Xiaolian is a ghost after all, and being so close will hinder him to some extent, even for a man with strong yang fire.

So she winked at Xiaolian.

Xiaolian was just about to make a move when she saw a crazy woman squeezing over from the corner.

Her clothes were ragged, her hair was dirty, her facial features could not be clearly seen, and her hands were as black as chicken feet, with mud between her fingers.

"Xiao Lang."

The crazy woman murmured, unconsciously or not, and sat down between Zheng Xiaolang and Xiaolian.

She looked at the burning brazier, then at the place where Xiaolian was, and giggled: "Stay away..."

I looked over subconsciously.

But Xiaolian also noticed something strange and was looking at the crazy woman at the same time.

Zheng Xiaolang seemed to have become accustomed to such crazy words without beginning or end. He just sighed and took out a paper bag from his arms:

"Sister, you must be hungry again. Come and eat some steamed buns. Don't run around. I have something to do tonight."

The silly woman stretched out her slender fingers, took the steamed bun, and slowly ate it in small bites, looking particularly gentle.

I frowned.

Zheng Xiaolang looked at me and felt a little embarrassed at the moment:

"Sister, don't blame me. My sister is not very smart, but she is quite beautiful. I was afraid that someone would bully her, so I deliberately dressed her dirty. In fact, she still loves to be clean."

But when she said this, the crazy woman's black fingers had already left several marks on the white buns, and Zheng Xiaolang couldn't say any more.

But that's not why I frowned.

But——

Although the crazy woman in front of me is stupid, when she sits down, her back is straight and her shoulders are sunk. Even when she eats steamed buns, she takes small bites and chews them carefully... Putting aside the dirty skin, she really has a temperament.

moving.

Look at her facial features that are so dirty that you can't see her true colors. Facing the firelight, her eyes are sparkling. Just by looking at the brilliance in her eyes, you can tell that her appearance is definitely not bad.

There were colorful new clothes scattered on the ground, which were supposed to be the most eye-catching, but she didn't even take a look...

Is she really so stupid that she doesn't know everything, or are there some things that are not worth mentioning in her eyes?

My eyes suddenly burned. In my eyes, this crazy woman only saw the remaining soul fluttering under the dirty body, which was extremely fragile.

I understand.

Only one of her three souls and seven souls is left, and the rest are all gone. I'm afraid this is the reason why she is so crazy and stupid.

Maybe it was because of this that I was able to see Xiaolian.

"Zheng Xiaolang," I asked him:

"When did you and your sister meet?"

Zheng Xiaolang didn’t hide it from me either.

"About three years ago, one day she crawled out of the ditch in front of her, looking crazy and silly. I thought she was pitiful, so I gave her half a steamed bun."

"But on the second day, she was still here waiting for me. I couldn't drive her away."

Zheng Xiaolang is not just kind-hearted, and he is willing to support other crazy and stupid people.

It's just that this stupid woman is too persistent and keeps lingering here refusing to leave. He has no choice but to see people starve to death, so he often uses the rations he earns to help.

After going back and forth for a while, I started to feel emotional.

Once, he accidentally wiped the silly woman's face clean and found that her original appearance was very beautiful. Zheng Xiaolang was shocked and quickly dug out the thick mud again.

Anyway, the two of them depended on each other for their lives. Although Zheng Xiaolang had a harder time, he was not so lonely after all.

"There are beggars like me everywhere in the world... and there is no way to start a family and ask for a wife. I might as well live with my sister. I will take care of him while I'm alive. If I die, I won't be able to care about him."

Although he was young, he said such bleak words, but the morality and righteousness in his words once again impressed me.

When the clothes in front of me gradually burned away, I looked up at the crescent moon.

"Zheng Xiaolang, it's midnight, please take me to the Chen Mansion."


Chapter completed!