After a quiet alley, the trace of xiaojiaohua disappeared.

Gu Xiaoran is trying to chase forward, and his wrist is held by someone. I'll see you later. It's Mo Qing.

Mo Qing holds Gu Xiaoran and points to the corner. Gu Xiaoran understands. They quietly touch the wall behind the corner and look out. When they see that Xiao Jiao Hua is panting, they lean against the wall and rest, holding the pile of money tightly in their hands.

As soon as Gu Xiaoran's face sank, he wanted to step forward and catch xiaojiaohua.

Mo Qing held it, shook her head and said in a low voice, "let's see."

Gu Xiaoran suppresses his anger and follows Mo Qing patiently.

Xiaojiaohua secretly looked at it. Seeing that no one was catching up, he was relieved and took out a piece of money. Then he carefully put the other money in his pocket. He went to a steamed bread stall and looked at the white steamed bread and swallowed it: "give me twenty steamed bread."

Xiaojiaohua bought steamed bread, looked at it and swallowed water, but did not eat it. He wrapped it carefully, held it in his arms, pulled up the shabby thin clothes, wrapped it tightly, and ran to an alley.

Gu Xiaoran felt strange and quietly followed him.

Xiaojiaohua ran to a hut. The doors and windows of the hut were broken. There were seven or eight children in the house. The older was six or seven years old, the younger was only two or three years old, and there was an old man about sixty or seventy years old. Everyone's clothes were very broken.

The children saw the xiaojiaohua and jumped up happily: "brother is back, brother is back."

The old man also stood up: "didn't you get beaten today?"

Xiaojiaohua said with a smile: "grandfather, look at what you say, how can you be beaten every day." Then he took out the steamed bread in his arms and said happily, "today I have steamed bread, but it's still hot."

Children suddenly excited, all around xiaojiaohua, "there are steamed bread to eat."

"Don't worry, don't worry, there are all. Come one by one." Xiaojiaohua shared the steamed bread with the children while talking. Finally, there were only three steamed bread left in his hand. He went to the old man and handed two to the old man.

The old man only took one: "I'm too old to eat so much."

Xiaojiaohua stuffed one into the old man's hand: "I ate one when I bought it just now. Grandpa, eat it quickly. It's cold for a while. It's not so delicious."

The old man took two steamed buns and wiped the tears from his eyes. "If Jiu Ye didn't leave Myanmar, you would not be hungry if you took the children to find Jiu Ye."

"Grandfather, don't think about Jiuye any more. He won't come back." Xiaojiaohua took the last steamed bread and sat down in the corner to gobble it up.

Gu Xiaoran looked at Mo Qing. Could their "Ninth master" be his little uncle?

Mo Qing is a little silent, they say is Zhuo ran, before Zhuo ran did not leave, met these homeless orphans, will take them down.

It is because of this that there are so many Mohists and they are loyal.

Gu Xiaoran looks at Mo Qing's expression and has already got the answer. He pushes open the broken wooden door.

Xiaojiaohua saw that Gu Xiaoran was standing at the door. Then he looked at Mo Qing standing behind Gu Xiaoran. He was too tall for him to fight. His face turned white and he protected his younger brothers and sisters behind him: "it's none of their business. I stole your money. Hit me if you want. Don't hurt them. "

The children grabbed the steamed bread and did not dare to eat it any more. They opened their eyes and looked at Gu Xiaoran and Mo Qing in horror.

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