As soon as Grain Rain passed, the weather gradually became hotter.
The summer cicadas on the trees began to scream, and various herbal teas and fruit stalls were sporadically built on Changning Street.
After noon, the sun was fierce.
When people walk on the street, if they don’t walk under the tree, they will easily sweat from the street to the end of the street.
A Sheng trotted all the way to the Fuqiao, where the widest view on Changning Street.
Before he could breathe well, he put his hands on the bridge railing, lit his toes, stretched his neck, and looked anxiously towards the southeast.
My white little face was red by the sun on my head, and my nose felt a little sweat. A Sheng seemed to feel no heat at all. He even raised his hand to wipe the tip of his nose and still stretched his head to look at an ancient courtyard next to the tallest building in Fucheng.
A pair of chess pieces had a little confused look on their black pupils.
Strangely, why has the Second Master not gone out yet today?
In theory, this time was when the Second Master woke up from a nap, drank sugar water, boarded a rickshaw, and went out to do business.
Could it be that he came late today and missed the second master’s time to go out
My neck became more and more sore, and my toes slowly became less and my strength was slow. Sweat from A Sheng’s forehead slid down from his cheeks.
Dad gave the order and waited for him to do it, and couldn’t wait here.
A Sheng didn’t give up and stood on the bridge and looked around for a while. The door of the ancient yard was still closed. The long eyelashes cast a shadow under the eyelids, and A Sheng couldn’t hide his disappointment and retracted his neck.
I stepped down the bridge, and after walking a few steps, I looked back and looked around.
The magnificent copper door was still closed, and there was no sign of people inside coming out.
A Sheng then walked down Fuqiao with one step and three steps.
…
After getting off the bridge, I couldn’t even see the eaves of the ancient yard. A Sheng lowered his head disgustedly.
Along the way, it was like losing my soul.
“The mute is here!!!”
“The mute is here–“
When I walked to Tianshui Lane, I was shocked by the few little beggars who suddenly came out of the alley.
A few little beggars sang around A Sheng——
“Changqinglou, young master, is born a little mute.”
“Little mute, don’t speak, he doesn’t answer what you ask, he doesn’t answer, he can only slap and gesture.”
“A slap and gesture! Let’s gesture-—”
Although A slap and gesture, he is not deaf.
The little beggar called him mute and sang his own songs to him, and he could hear every word clearly.
This is not the first time that A Sheng was called mute by someone, and even this song was not the first time he listened to it.
He is indeed a mute, but there is one thing that sings this song wrongly.
He was not born to be able to speak. He was frightened and seriously ill when he was nine years old, and then became a mute.
A Sheng explained when he heard it a few times, but the beggars couldn’t understand his gestures and the songs were still sung like this.
Of course, it is very likely that the beggars will understand it, and the song is still sung like this.
For beggars, is A Sheng born mute? What’s the matter with them?
I’m always a mute.
Since the beggars recognized him and knew that he was the young owner of Changqinglou, they would not let him go easily.
If A Sheng wasn’t a mute, he could have scolded loudly, drove the people away, or called on the shops and shopkeepers on the street to help him.
But Asheng is a mute.
These little beggars are not afraid of him calling, and they don’t have to worry about him attracting people.
…
A Sheng was surrounded by beggars, neither in a hurry nor in anger.
He took out a few pieces of jerky marinated in his shop from his waist, and a pair of beautiful wine vortexes appeared on his face. He handed out the jerky in his hand, and gestured with his mouth open, meaning to invite them to eat.
These days, the situation is turbulent, and the war may spread when it will spread.
It is common for ordinary people to never taste the taste of meat all year round.
This is jerky, all meat!
The little beggar’s eyes were straight, and there was a green light in his eyes.
After all, the little beggar is also a child, and he is a child, so there is nothing he can’t be greedy.
When I get something to eat, I don’t have to worry about making things difficult for A Sheng.
They took it from A Sheng’s hand, stuffed his dirty wrists and mouths, and started eating it voraciously.
There are also slightly larger ones, holding jerky in their hands, and the other hand still stretches its palm upwards.
Greedy.
I got something to eat, and I still want to order copper plates.
A Sheng opened the purse at his waist and showed it to them-
In the purse, there was not even a copper plate except for a few pieces of almond candy.