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Qin Ziyue stared at the beggar in a steady state and didn't say anything for a long time.

The beggar looked not old last year, only about thirty years old, dressed in rags and heads like chicken coops. His body was covered in dirt, and his smell of sweat was still smelling like a stinking sweat in the winter, and he was indescribable.

For example, such a down-and-out beggar, there is a group of beggars in Kyoto who specialize in holding a broken bowl to make some food everywhere, making them a natural group, and sometimes even have some small disputes, but nothing big happens. Occasionally, they can maintain the public order in Kyoto and act as a deterrent to some gangsters who cannot be managed by the government. Therefore, Qin Ziyue did not intend to take action to deal with it.

Along the way, I have seen two beggars holding a broken bowl of begging. Some little beggars were playing with each other, which was not harmful, but this beggar looked different from those.

Although he looked like a desolate and embarrassed look, the man was wearing a ragged shirt and his behavior was somewhat elegant. When he looked at the hand holding a flower, there were a few obvious trousers, which were clearly the person holding a pen. Not to mention these, just look at ordinary beggars. Who can recite the sentences from the ancient Book of Songs?

Qin Ziyue concluded from this that this man was not a natural beggar, but he didn't understand why the beggar suddenly sang "Boxi" when he was passing by. Does this man know who he is?

"Why are you forgetting your worries about this flower?" Qin Ziyue moved her eyes from the beggar's eyes to the flower and asked with a smile.

He smiled softly, but there were a few cold lights hidden deep in his eyes, which appeared and made his eyes look strangely bright.

The beggar smiled, as if he didn't see his obscure anger. He raised the flower in his hand proudly and said with a smile: "I should only be pity for the elegant attitude, but may not relieve my worries."

As he said that, the beggar sighed rare, and his smile slightly stopped. His eyes were still staring at the little flower in his hand, and he whispered: "A flower, a world, a grass, a withering and flourishing. Flowers have their own worries, people have their own worries, sorrows gather and disperse, just heart!"

Qin Ziyue was slightly stunned, and felt that these few sentences seemed to be on his heart, like a person suddenly hitting the hammer, which made his heart hurt.

"How do you understand these things as a beggar? Who are you?" Qin Ziyue did not hide her vigilance and asked directly.

The beggar blinked, finally looked up at him, thought for a long time before murmured: "This is strange. The world is so great. Who stipulates that beggars don't understand poetry and books? I have read poetry and books and taken the exam for fame, but I like to be a beggar and violate the law of the great merchants?"

Qin Ziyue has always had no choice but to question others. Apart from Deyang, this is the first person to dare to question him, and he is actually a beggar!

What was even more depressed was that he couldn't answer.

People just studied and got fame and fortune, but their hobby is to be a beggar. Do you have any control?

He was stunned for a while before laughing, "You beggar are interesting, and I am so happy to talk to you for the first half of the day."

The beggar smiled, looked him up and down, and then smiled and said, "This is forgetting worries. This young man is not as dressed as an ordinary family. It can be seen that he is born rich and noble, just one thing, and he is stronger than tens of millions of families. How can he worry about it?"

He paused and then said, "Even if you are worried, look at me, who is so unstoppable, you are thousands or ten thousand times stronger? I don't have to worry, what are you worried about? So, when you see me and say a few words to me, you are happy. For you, I am the fate of forgetting worries!"

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