Volume 1 Brother, Brother Chapter 1 The best taste in the world is barbecue (1)
"I'm not a beggar!"
He was dazed and in a trance, his half-asleep eyes were very blurry, and his face, which was so thin and covered with skin, was filled with anger.
"Haha, haha, you said you're not a beggar! Look at you like this, do you believe that you're not a beggar?"
The beggar, who was carrying a three-foot wooden stick, was seventeen or eighteen years old. His hair was as messy as a chicken's nest. He was filthy and exuded a stench that made people afraid to approach him. He laughed wildly, but he didn't look very happy.
, but became extremely angry.
Just because the young man in front of him was too much for him...
Angry? Ashamed? Or something else?
The seventeen or eighteen-year-old beggar himself didn't know how he felt. Anyway, the young man in front of him was not simple.
The young man could not be more than sixteen years old. He was very thin and weak, with a pale face. His clothes were short and small, with his elbows and ankles exposed, and his patches were undressed. He looked extremely poor, and completely
Just a beggar.
Even beggars are not so poor. The seventeen-year-old beggar knows that his "respectable appearance" is actually a "work attire" deliberately made for the convenience of begging, and he is not really that poor.
I took up the "profession" of begging entirely because I was too lazy to do anything - at any rate, I still had a little bit of cultivation, although it was not popular.
But the young man in front of him was indeed very poor, much poorer than the real beggar himself.
But this young man doesn't look like a real beggar.
Although his clothes were short and thickly patched, and although he was so thin that he would fall over when the wind blew, he was too clean.
Although her hair was withered and black, it was tied into a bun with a wooden hairpin made of boxwood branches. There was no stray hair at all. Her clothes were starched and washed, and every patch was neatly mended.
Neatly arranged, the stitches are like rows of soldiers standing proudly; even the hands and feet exposed to the cold wind of early spring are kept as clean as possible.
It seems that he is really not a beggar, but a handsome and handsome young man!
This made the 17- or 18-year-old beggar even more angry: Why, why are you poorer than me and still so neat, while I am so dirty, as if you are a phoenix soaring in the sky, and I am just in the grass?
pheasant!
The seventeen or eighteen-year-old beggar became more and more angry as he thought about it. He couldn't help but pick up the stick and hit him hard again.
"Ah!" The young man jumped to his feet, but he still defended loudly: "I am not a beggar, I am definitely not a beggar, I am just a wanderer, not a beggar! Ah, please don't hit me, ah... I, Zhang Qi, can never be a beggar.
...Ah yo!”
But the seventeen-year-old beggar didn't listen to his defense. He was beaten with sticks one after another, and the young man had no choice but to run away.
Fortunately, the terrain under the city wall was open. Although the young man was weak, he was tall, had long legs, and could run fast. However, the seventeen or eighteen-year-old beggar didn't eat breakfast either. He was out of breath after a short chase, so he stopped cursing.
Stick, I went to the city to "work".
A young man named Zhang Qi was leaning under the big poplar tree on the left side of the city gate, his chest heaving violently, and his hands resting on his knees.
"It disturbed my sweet dream again..." In the muttering voice, the young man's already moist eyes burst out with traces of joy and longing.
Yes, he was dreaming just now, and he was dreaming at a critical moment, but unfortunately he was interrupted.
In fact, he has had this dream four or five times. The first time was twelve years ago, when he appeared in this world inexplicably. At that time, he was only four years old, and he only dreamed of a man falling from a high altitude.
The baby girl was crying.
The second time was when he was six years old. The grandfather who adopted him had just mysteriously disappeared, and he officially became a wanderer.
In the dream, there were mountain peaks shrouded in mist, tall buildings reaching into the sky, a little girl falling straight onto her back while shouting for help, and a boy falling with his limbs scattered - he knew that the boy in the end was him.
Own.
Then when he was twelve years old, he had this dream again. By this time, the little girl had grown to about ten years old. He could see her colorful clothes, but still couldn't see her appearance clearly; and he knew that they were coming from the top of the tall building.
There seemed to be something on the top of the tall building that fell down. It was vague and very important to him, but he didn't see it clearly.
The clearest dream I had was last night.
He dreamed that in a temple, a figure shrouded in clouds and mist issued an "oracle" to hold a "blood sacrifice"; he dreamed of a giant covered in flames, what kind of "god king", heading towards
The temple launched a fierce attack, but was defeated by the figure with one move, and the two flames in his hands were knocked down. I dreamed that the two flames turned into two people, and they fell sharply from the top of the tall building.
There are boys and girls. The girl is about fourteen or fifteen years old, and her figure is already slightly voluptuous...
He also dreamed that there seemed to be a piece of jade on the top floor of the tall building, emitting golden light and spinning...
He even dreamed of a boy and a girl falling sharply. After falling for an unknown amount of time, the girl disappeared; while the boy turned into a golden-red flame, only as big as a little finger, as big as a diamond.
Entering a smooth forehead...
Just as he was about to see who that person was, he was beaten awake by the seventeen or eighteen-year-old beggar with a wooden stick.
"Really..." The young man Zhang Qi scratched the back of his head. He only said half a sentence when he was interrupted by a burst of noise.
The morning sun was not hot, and the early spring wind was still very cold, blowing the remaining snow on the ground, and ice flakes were blowing against my face.
Today is the second day of February, Jingzhe. It is still cold in Jingzhe, and the snow in Dongling has not disappeared.
What made the noise was that in front of the bulletin board on the other side of the city gate, a guard posted a notice on it, attracting passers-by to watch, and some people read loudly: "According to the oracle, Taiyi Temple informs Donghua City: It is scheduled to be held at the end of the year.
On New Year's Eve, the Holy Blood Sacrifice is held..."
Zhang Qi scratched the back of his head again and walked two steps holding on to the city wall, when he heard someone shouting from behind: "Hey, isn't this?"
He turned around in shock and saw two big men, both wearing black armor and black robes, holding black knife handles, and four black eyes staring at him, but they looked like
It is a wild wolf that has seen fresh meat, exuding a faint cold light.
The young man did not recognize these two men, but he recognized their clothes: they were the two city guard soldiers from Donghua City.
He frowned and was about to pass between the two soldiers to hear what the oracle said.
He couldn't read the words, so if he wanted to know the contents of the oracle, he could only listen to others reading it.
But as soon as he took two steps, two thick arms stopped in front of him.
"Haha, you can't find anything even if you wear iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get there. Isn't this a meat ticket?"