Mr. Pang Tong has always been vigorous and resolute, and it was soon time to say goodbye to his little sister.
But my little sister was surprisingly calm after hearing the news. She didn't cry or hold back, she just said softly:
"Brother, take care!"
The moment Xiao Que heard what she said, his whole heart felt as painful as being pricked by a needle.
This feeling made Xiao Que feel strange and even a little panicked. He wanted to ask his little sister, but after opening his mouth several times, no words came out. In the end, it just turned into a long sigh.
Xiao Que looked a little depressed at this time, and it was obvious that he was very disappointed now.
But he didn't notice that although the younger sister acted very calmly, her hands in her sleeves had already been clenched into fists, and fine beads of sweat oozed from her palms. She turned her back, and at that moment, tears flowed down her fair and pink skin.
The tender cheeks slowly slid down.
The little girl raised her right arm to wipe away the tears from the corner of her eyes, then took a deep breath, tried to calm herself down, and followed Mr. Pang Tong's footsteps.
Pang Tong left calmly like this, and took his little sister away before leaving. Xiao Que just watched the two of them leave, with a look of melancholy on his face, not knowing whether to be happy or sad.
He sighed.
My little sister was taken away. From now on, I don’t know when we will see each other again.
Xiaoque felt empty in his heart, feeling that he had lost some precious treasure, but he couldn't explain why.
Even he doesn't know if what he is doing is right? But his future is bleak and his fate is ill-fated. If Yuxianglou cannot survive, he will probably be reduced to a beggar again. By then, let alone taking care of his little sister, he will be a beggar.
Xiao Que didn't even have an answer in his mind whether he could take care of himself.
Instead of doing this, it is better to let the little sister follow Mr. Pang Tong. With Mr. Pang Tong's intelligence and character, he will definitely protect his little sister. If one day he becomes prosperous, he can find a way to bring his little sister back!
After thinking about this, Xiao Que suddenly felt enlightened, but he still couldn't hide his sadness. He lowered his head and walked slowly towards Yuxiang Tower.
The journey back to Yuxiang Tower is very close, just around the corner not far ahead, but Xiao Que feels that it is extra long. Every step is extremely difficult, as if it takes all the effort to complete it, and every breath brings out a hint of bitterness.
, that taste still lingers in his mouth and cannot be dissipated, making him cough lightly.
Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves and rolling wheels was heard in my ears, and a team was approaching from far away at an extremely fast speed.
Xiao Que suddenly raised his head and was startled, because what was coming towards him was a ferocious cavalry team!
These cavalrymen all wore red and yellow armor. Each of them wore a heavy battle robe, held a steel gun, and exuded a fierce aura.
Xiao Que subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but he stopped just after he moved a few steps.
It wasn't because of anything else, it was just that he had nowhere to retreat at this time.
Several tall and majestic horses galloped over, and the soldiers stared at Xiao Que with unkind eyes, as if they would tear him into pieces in the next moment.
"drive……"
The leading knight shook the reins, and sat down. The horse raised its limbs high and stopped. The knight tightened the reins, rode the horse and stood in front of Xiao Que. He stared at Xiao Que with cold eyes, a cold light flashed, and said in a deep voice:
"Stop! Who are you? The curfew is coming soon. You are not allowed to stay in the streets!"
Xiao Que secretly complained in his heart. He glanced at the cavalry. This should be an elite unit, well-equipped and well-organized. It was frightening at first glance.
So he bit the bullet and answered:
"I am... uh... Xiaomin... I am a slave of this Yuxiang Tower. I am new here and don't know the rules. I hope you will forgive me."
Hearing this, the knight frowned slightly and seemed to hesitate, but in the end he waved his hand to signal the knight beside him to get out of the way.
Xiao Que breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly bowed to thank him, saying he was lucky.
If it had been later, during the curfew, he might have been arrested by this team of cavalry, and would have been interrogated.
He didn't dare to delay any longer and left in a hurry. At the same time, he secretly decided that he would never go out at night again.
When Xiao Que returned to Yuxiang Tower and just stepped into the door, he vaguely noticed that the lights in the room seemed to be on, and there seemed to be someone inside!
Xiao Que felt strange that it was so late and everyone should have gone back to the backyard to rest, but he still opened the door and walked in.
"Xiao Que, you are finally back!"
A familiar male voice reached his ears. He searched for the source of the sound and followed it, only to see Wei Ming sitting at the table with a smile on his face.
"It turns out to be Ming Gong, why aren't you asleep yet?"
Xiaoque said hello a little guilty.
Wei Ming waved his hand and said:
"You kid, don't be so polite, just call me Brother Wei!"
Xiaoque touched his nose awkwardly and chuckled a few times.
Wei Ming pointed to the empty seat next to him, motioned for Xiao Que to sit down, and said with a smile:
"Fortunately you came back in time, otherwise I would have been planning to go to the government to recruit people."
When Wei Ming mentioned this, Xiao Que felt even more guilty. He scratched his head and said with a smile:
"I didn't pay attention to the time either."
Then, he bowed respectfully, raised his hands and said:
"I'm sorry, Brother Wei, for causing you trouble."
Wei Ming didn't blame him too much. When he saw Xiao Que returning empty-handed, he knew that Xiao Que must have gone to help his fellow beggars again.
Wei Ming shook his head and sighed, feeling quite helpless.
The world has changed, there are more and more poor people, but the rich are still arrogant and extravagant. It is really a trick of creation!
He waved his hand, comforted Xiao Que for a few words, and then changed the subject:
"Go to bed early, you must be exhausted today."
Xiao Que originally wanted to have a few words with Wei Ming. After all, he felt a little guilty, but since Wei Ming said that, he couldn't continue to pester him, so he left and went back to his room.
But just after taking a few steps, Xiaoque stopped again. After hesitating for a moment, he turned back and looked at Wei Ming, who was about to say something.
Wei Ming looked at his appearance and couldn't help laughing and said:
"If you have something to say, just say it. Don't worry about mother-in-law and mother-in-law. We, as a family, can say whatever we want."
Xiaoque gritted his teeth after hearing this and summoned up the courage to ask:
"By the way, Brother Wei, during this trip I also got to know Mr. Pang Tong, who has an upright personality and extraordinary intelligence."
Wei Ming was stunned and asked:
"Pang Tong? Which Pang Tong?"
"That's the one……"
Before Xiao Que could finish speaking, Wei Ming looked like he had suddenly realized something. He patted his forehead and said:
"Oh, I know who you are talking about. Do you mean Mr. Pang Tong, the linen seller in the west of the city?"
Wei Ming subconsciously thought that he heard wrongly, because he really didn't expect that a great talent like Pang Tong would get to know Xiao Que, who was poor and dressed in shabby clothes.
"No, I'm talking about another one, Pang Tong!"
Xiaoque corrected Wei Ming's mistake and then added:
"Pang Tong! Pang Shiyuan!"
The three words "Pang Shiyuan" struck Wei Ming like thunder, leaving him frozen in place.
His lips opened and closed, and it took him a while to regain his composure, and he looked at Xiao Que uncertainly:
"You said you saw Pang Tong and Pang Shiyuan? Are you mistaken?"
It is no wonder that Wei Ming lost his composure. You must know that Pang Tong has far-reaching strategies and talents. Even Zhuge Liang cannot compare with his military ability. I am afraid that only Fa Zheng can compete with him.
If Pang Tong had not died early, with his outstanding military talent and Zhuge Liang's terrifying internal affairs ability, the two complement each other, how could the Shu Han huddled in a corner of Yizhou and lingered?
Wei Ming's heart was racing. He stood up excitedly, clenched his fists, and asked in a trembling tone:
"Xiao Que, where is Mr. Pang Tong now? Take me to find him! Take me there quickly!"
