Thanks for thinking about something, and gently snoring.

The face wrapped around the layers of bandages inevitably reminded him of the little child he met three years ago. But he is also not sure. Pessimistically, after the young child escaped from the Cangshan Mountain, can he still live for another three years?

At this time, the boy came over, picked up his toes, took off the flowers in his hand, and put on the bundle in his hand. Thanks to pity, sitting on the platform of the gods, I can see clearly that the newly replaced bouquet of flowers, the petals are more delicate, full, watery, and the aroma is more mellow, must have been just picked. Could it be that he came to this humble temple every day and put a bunch of freshly picked flowers on the left hand of this clay figurine?

Moreover, after the flowers were given, the young boy stood under the statue of the clay prince, and he closed the palm of his hand and prayed silently. He did not scream indiscriminately like other people, and he really listened to the words of thankfulness.

Three years. So many believers who have visited the pity, there are nobles and nobles, there are celebrities in the world, and there are shocking talents. However, it is such a 12-year-old child that Xie Li really feels "intentional". Moreover, it is a child who is dressed and chilled, and those who are not allowed to enter the golden temple, so they can only go to the grassroots temple to pay homage.

This is really not a taste.

At this time, there was a rush of water on the doorstep of the temple, and a group of children supported the umbrella and rushed. Originally, I thought that they were just passing by. Who knows that this group of teenagers ran back and ran back, as if they had discovered something unusual, clapping: "Wow, wow, ugly and ugly!"

This group of teenagers is similar to the young believer in the temple, but all of them are taller than him. It seems that they are well-fed by their parents. Probably the festival is approaching, wearing new clothes and new shoes. They stepped on the water at the entrance of the temple, and the smile was innocent and lively, without a trace of malice. It seemed that they did not feel that "ugly and ugly" was a bad word, and they did not feel that their words hurt people. They just really felt so funny. The boy clenched the fist, but the fist was too small, no shock, and shouted outside the door: "The ugly ugly is going to sleep again today, be careful to go home and your mother killed you!"

Thank you for frowning. One of the eyes exposed under the boy's bandage was covered with bloodshot eyes, and the fists roared: "I don't have a home!! I don't have a mother! She is not my mother! It's rolling! Rolling! Call me to kill you!!!"

The children were afraid of it, and spoke up: "You dare to beat us, be careful, let us tell you again, let him teach you."

Some of them are squinting and say: "Yeah, you don't have a mother, because your mother doesn't want you. You don't have a home, your family people dislike you. So you can only be in this temple..."

When I got here, the boy suddenly yelled and rushed over.

Although he was small, his momentum was full, and he violently screamed and scared several children to run. However, the boy who was twirling with him shouted: "What are you afraid of! We have many people!" So they all came back, seven hands Go to him and beat him. Thanks for the pity, I couldnt stand it anymore. With a wave of hand, a sudden burst of power in the air separated the two children. Immediately, the ground flew up a splash of water, and the group of teenagers smashed.

After all, it was a child, who was inexplicably slammed into a weird fight, and took a sip of dirty mud. The new clothes on the body were all wet, and they became dirty and ugly than the objects they laughed at. Wow, I cried, got up from the ground, cried and grabbed the umbrella and ran away.

Xie pity shook his head. He is a **** of martial arts, a devil and a devil, and keeps his line safe. He is the first to intervene in this kind of child dispute. Even if he runs away from the bad side, he has no sense of accomplishment. He looked back at the boy and gave a slight glimpse.

In the chaos, the bandage of the boy was pulled off halfway, and the half of his face was covered with bruises and purple, apparently not being beaten. Xie Li had not had time to look at it, he wrapped his bandages in a hurry, holding his knees and sitting at the feet of the clay statue.

Thanks for coming to this Prince Temple, the intention is to be close, to gather the wind and the feelings here, to order the deliberation of the matter, who knows that met such a child, could not help but care, after the completion of the call, they lie next to Staring at him. After a while, the voice of the boys belly came. There are several fruit snacks in the plate. Although I look at it, it is not delicious, but it is better than nothing. Thanks to pity, he chose one and gently dropped it on him.

The boy was shackled by the fruit, and his hands clenched his head, huddled together, showing a defensive posture, as if a stone was thrown onto him, and there would be more stones coming soon. For a long time, looking around, I found that it was just a fruit, and there was no second person present. He hesitated for a moment, picked up the fruit, wiped it twice on the clothes, put back the offer, and actually refused to go hungry. Eat the dishes in the dish.

Then he went to the door and looked at the heavy rain outside the temple. He seemed to want to go out and find something to eat. But the rain was too big. I didn't want to shower anymore. Then I came back and slept down at the feet of the clay statue.

At this time, the wind letter and admiration arrived. The two turned out from behind the temple, and the wind was depressed: "His Royal Highness, where did you find a small Prince Temple? Why are you here to order?" A bow, suddenly saw a group of people shrinking to the ground, almost Stepping on it, blurt out: "How do you have a baby?!"

Mu Qing also bowed his head, carefully looked at his eyes and immediately asked: "His Royal Highness, is this child who ran from Tai Cang Mountain three years ago?"

Xie pity shook his head: "I'm not sure. I don't know what his name is, and I don't know what his face looks like."

The trio said a few words around a child who was unaware of the fact that the boy was tossing and turning on the ground and wiping his face. It was actually bleeding from the corner of the mouth and nose. Seeing it, thank you more and more, he felt that he could not let him continue to lie down. He said: "Let the child leave first. The sky is dark, this temple is not a good place to spend the night."

Wind channel: "Is there a place to go? If so, I am afraid I can only stay here."

Thanks to pity: "He has a home, but the family may not be very good. But the temple is not good. Just leave before you can find him. This child is still hurt."

Enthusiasm said: "Your Highness, I am blunt, there is no such thing as a small thing. You call us, but what decision?"

The priest of Heavens court, no one has ever received all the prayers of all believers. It is necessary to know that there are thousands of believers in the world. Everyone is in charge. It is not bothersome and annoying. Therefore, sometimes one eye closes one eye, and some insignificant or subtle prayers pretend not to hear, and many can be saved. trouble. However, it is probably too late to be too young and energetic, and it is not yet time to recognize this flexibility. He thought about it, carrying the umbrella that the passer-by gave him and went outside the small temple.

Thanks for the slow opening of the umbrella, the raindrops slammed on the umbrella. The boy on the ground heard the voice, thinking that someone was approaching and moving slightly. But I may think that someone came or not, and lay back. Thanks to the open umbrella at the door, the boys voice never disappeared. Its finally strange. When he got out and saw it, he saw a red umbrella slanting on the ground in the rain, as if it were a lonely red. The flower was immediately stunned.

Seeing that the boy rushed over and picked up the umbrella, he said: "His Royal Highness, you can do it at this step. If you do it too clearly, he will discover more."

Who knows, thank you have not answered, then the boy rushed back, screaming behind them: "His Royal Highness!"

The three people were shocked and looked back. I saw the boy holding an umbrella, red-eyed, excited, and shouted to the clay statue: "His Royal Highness! Is that you?!"

The wind believes that he had helped him to drive away a group of children and lost his fruit. He said: "This child is quite agile, but he was discovered by him." Muqing seems to have guessed the prospect, and looked at the pity. .

The boy said: "If you are here, please answer me a question!"

Sitting on the altar above the high, thank you for hearing countless times every day, "Please show your spirit." Any sound will be numb if you listen too much. However, whenever he hears such a voice, he still can't help but pay attention to it and stop for it. Admiration reminded me: "His Royal Highness, I don't care."

Thank you for your words. The teenager held the umbrella tightly in his hands and gritted his teeth: "I am very painful! I want to die every day, I want to kill the people of this world every day, and then kill myself! I am very miserable. !"

A 12-year-old child shouted out loudly, and the picture was really ridiculous and pitiful. However, in that little body, there was an explosive thing that supported his anger and embarrassment.

Fengxin frowned: "What happened to him? Killing the people in this world, is this what the children will say?"

The feelings are faint: "It's too small. When he grows up, he knows that what he has experienced is nothing."

When he paused, he looked at the pity and said: "There are too many people in the world who are suffering. Just say Yong'an drought, which Yongan people are not more painful than him. Your Highness does not have to care. What to do."

Thankful and whispered: "Maybe."

The pain of one person is probably a trivial little worry for another person.

The young man looked up at him. One of his eyes was very red, but he did not shed tears. He held an umbrella in one hand and stretched out with one hand. He grabbed the clothes of the clay statue and asked, "Why am I still alive in the world? What does it mean?"

Silence for a long while, no one answered, the boy seems to have already expected this result, slowly lowered his head.

Who knows, suddenly, a voice broke the silence and sounded above him: "If you don't know how to live, then live for me."

Thanks to the kindness and admiration of the pity, he did not expect that he would answer it, and it was still the answer. They all looked up and said, "...His Royal Highness!!"

The boy jerked up, but did not see anyone, only heard a soft and squeaky voice from the clay statue:

"I don't know how to answer this question. But if you don't know what it means to live, then it's better to think of me as that meaning."

The face of the wind and the feelings of the love were split, and both reached out to block the pity of the pity, and shouted: "Don't say your Highness! You have violated the rules! Violation!"

Before being caught by them, Xie pity still rushed and shouted: "Thank you for your flowers! Very beautiful, I like it very much!"