The thin young man tripped over the chair placed at the door, but he did not subconsciously stretch out his hands to support the ground. His hands were tightly holding something in his arms, and his whole body hit the ground so hard.【】

"Damn it, you didn't learn well at a young age, and you dared to come to my house to steal things." The shop owner was a middle-aged man with a fat head and big ears. When he saw the thin boy falling to the ground, he quickly chased after him.

Snapped!

The shopkeeper held a feather duster in his hand and whipped the boy hard.

"Run, you damn thing should run." The shopkeeper scolded him while slapping him, spittle flying everywhere.

Even the onlookers were pointing and pointing.

"A man with good hands and feet turns out to be a thief."

"It's true that you have a mother but not a mother."

"This kind of person needs to be beaten hard. Reasoning is useless."

The thin young man huddled on the ground, and more than a dozen people gathered around him, but no one came up to help.

Han Ze was also extremely shameless about stealing.

But when Han Ze glanced at the young man's eyes, his eyes suddenly flashed.

The young man was extremely thin and looked to be no more than eleven or twelve years old. He was already gray-haired and had blood stains on his face. However, he allowed the shopkeeper to beat him without saying a word and just gritted his teeth.

And he didn't close his eyes in pain, and he didn't even frown. His eyes were open, and there was no dodge in the eyes of other thieves after being caught. His eyes were still extremely firm, and he didn't seem to feel that he was

Instead of doing something wrong, I did something right.

"So stubborn?" Han Ze touched the tip of his nose.

"Damn it, are you stealing? Let me see if I don't beat you to death today." The shopkeeper continued to beat and curse, with spittle flying from the air, and he swung the feather duster at the young man again.

But at this moment, his fallen feather duster was suddenly caught by a hand.

"I'm just a child, so enough is enough." Han Ze said, holding the feather duster in his right hand.

"Hey, where does this kid come from and wants to imitate adults and do good deeds?" The shop owner glanced at Han Ze with disdain.

Han Ze is handsome and looks like he is only eighteen years old.

"Just mind your own business."

"I have seen many people who steal things like this. If they are petty thefts now, they will definitely endanger society in the future."

"You are defending him like this, are you an accomplice of this kid?"

said a group of onlookers.

In response, Han Ze looked at the shopkeeper as if he hadn't heard anything: "Whatever he took and how much it cost, I will give it to him."

"You?" The shopkeeper glanced at Han Ze and said, "A scarf, a bottle of wine and a pack of cigarettes."

Han Ze threw away the shopkeeper's feather duster, then took out three one-hundred-dollar bills and threw them over: "No need to look for them."

The banknotes were very light. When Han Ze threw them away, they fell to the ground and landed on the shopkeeper's feet.

"You..." The shop owner obviously felt insulted, but in the end he picked up the three hundred yuan and returned to the shop. After all, no one can have trouble with money.

"It's really a random act of kindness."

"You will hurt someone by doing this."

The onlookers shook their heads and slowly dispersed.

After a long time, the thin boy slowly got up from the ground.

In his arms were wine and cigarettes wrapped in scarves. Even at this time, he was holding these three things tightly in his arms.

At this time, the washed white shirt on his body had been ripped to pieces, revealing streaks of dazzling blood, and there was blood seeping out of the corners of his eyes.

"Thank you, I will return the three hundred yuan to you." The thin boy stood up and bowed slightly to Han Ze.

But after he finished speaking, he gritted his teeth. It was obvious that this action affected his wound.

Han Ze did not speak, but looked at the other party quietly.

"Are you hungry?" Han Ze asked.

Because the young man in front of him was extremely thin, his hair was withered and yellow, and his face was a little pale at this time.

"I...I'm not hungry." The thin boy gritted his teeth.

But as soon as he finished speaking, his stomach rumbled a few times.

"If there's nothing else, I'll leave first." After saying that, he turned around and left.

Han Ze became interested in this young man. He was already living on the street, but he was still so polite and wanted to pay him back.

Moreover, Han Ze could tell that the other party had not eaten for a long time, but what he stole was not food, but scarves, tobacco and alcohol.

"You didn't even ask me my name or address. How are you going to pay me back in the future?" Han Ze said with a smile.

The young man's steps suddenly stopped, and he realized that he seemed to have really ignored this problem.

"Um, you..." the thin young man said, looking at Han Ze with a pair of determined eyes.

"This is not a good place to talk. Let's find another place." Then, Han Ze stood up and walked towards a restaurant.

Behind him, the young man frowned and bit his lip, as if he was making some important decision, but he finally followed.

Next to the passenger terminal, there is a snack street. It is approaching evening, and people are coming and going in the snack street, which is full of various aromas.

The skinny boy's stomach was stimulated by the various aromas in the snack street, and he was growling even more at this time. However, he still held the things in his arms tightly and walked with his head down, without even looking at those things.

Food at a glance.

Han Ze found a relatively clean braised food restaurant and sat down. The thin boy was standing at the door.

Han Ze didn't speak, he just glanced at the seat across the table.

The thin boy lowered his head, held the things in his arms and sat down, but still did not put the things down.

At this moment, the boss came over and said with a smile on his face: "What do the two guests want to eat?"

In the eyes of the boss, these are two very strange teenagers.

One was wearing a cheap street-stall sportswear, and the other was wearing a tattered shirt with blood stains. He even wondered if the man in the sportswear was a human trafficker, otherwise how could the child across the street be covered in blood.

Han Ze did not speak, but looked at the thin boy opposite: "What do you want to eat?"

"I...I'm not hungry." The thin boy insisted.

Han Ze didn't say much, and said to the boss: "Here are two roast ducks, two braised pig's trotters, two roast chickens, and other things. You can order as many as you like."

"Okay." When the boss heard this, he didn't care whether Han Ze was a trafficker or not, and immediately went to prepare things.

After the boss left, the thin boy asked: "Can you tell me your name and address? I really have something else to do..."

Han Ze said indifferently: "Since we are all here, why are you in a hurry? Let's finish eating first."

Then Han Ze asked: "What's your name?"

"Luo Zheng." The thin boy replied.

"Luo Zheng?" Han Ze touched his nose, thinking of the previous scene, and couldn't help but mutter to himself: "It does have the smell of iron and steel."

Hearing Han Ze tease his name, Luo Zheng opened his mouth, as if he wanted to respond, but in the end he endured it.

Soon, the boss put things on the table. It was a big table full of meat.

"If you need anything else, just call me." After saying that, the boss turned and left with a smile.

The two of them ordered such a large table of meat, which naturally attracted the attention of other customers in the snack bar.

Han Ze had settled down over thousands of years and had no feelings about this, but Luo Zheng was different. At this time, he seemed a little anxious.

But in the end, Luo Zheng was attracted by a table of meat with an alluring aroma.

"Eat if you're hungry?" Han Ze said, looking very familiar.

Luo Zheng didn't speak, he just swallowed secretly at the delicious food on the table.

Han Ze remained calm, tore off a roasted chicken leg and took a deep breath: "It's so delicious. It would be a waste if you don't eat it. I'll start it first, you can do whatever you want."

After saying that, Han Ze started to eat.

But Han Ze ate very slowly and looked intoxicated.

Luo Zheng wanted to put down the things in his hands several times and go get the roast duck in front of him, but he finally resisted, but he kept his eyes on the table of delicious food.

"If you don't eat it, it will be gone." Han Ze said.

Luo Zheng remained unmoved.

"Whether you like it or not, I will tell the boss later that the table will be yours. Anyway, you still owe me three hundred yuan." Han Ze said with an indifferent expression, picked up a pig's trotter and started to chew it.

.

"You..." Luo Zheng felt that he seemed to have been fooled, then he put down what he was holding and said angrily: "Just eat."

Afterwards, Luo Zheng wolfed down the food on the table, as if he had never eaten before.

Han Ze was afraid that he would choke, so he finally ordered two bottles of drinks.
To be continued...