The young man looked a little embarrassed, bent down cautiously, and whispered: "All the adults in my family are gone."
Song Xuan's expression changed. He took a step forward and lifted up the cotton cloth on the other side of the burden. He saw a plump little baby staring at him unblinkingly with big watery eyes.
Seeing Song Xuan looking at him, the little baby even laughed out loud.
"He's my brother!"
The young man approached the little baby nervously, and protected him behind him without leaving a trace, "He doesn't cry or make trouble, he is very obedient... Well, uncle and aunt, if you don't want to buy cooking cakes, then I will leave first. "
Even though Song Xuan and the others didn't have any breath coming out, in the young man's opinion, they were still rich and powerful, giving people an inexplicable sense of oppression.
He was instinctively afraid of the unknown and unfamiliar, and subconsciously wanted to pick up the burden and leave.
"etc!"
Song Xuan called out to him, "I'll take all your load of cooking cakes."
As he said that, he pointed to the little doll at the other end, "You just keep selling cooking cakes with him like this?"
The young man's face froze, "I have no choice. I don't feel safe leaving him alone at home."
He seemed not to want to bring up this topic, but said cautiously: "Uncle, where is your house? Can I deliver these cakes directly to your house?"
Song Xuan touched his ears that were red from the cold, "We have just arrived in Qinghe County and we don't have a place to stay yet. Little brother, do you know which inn is better?"
"Tongfu Inn. I used to go to Tongfu Inn to deliver cooking cakes. It is said that wealthy businessmen from other places like to live there."
Song Xuan nodded, "Then let's go there first, and you can bring the cooking cakes over later. By the way, my surname is Song. When you get to the inn, just ask for a guest named Song."
As he spoke, he handed over a piece of silver. Before the other party could speak, Song Xuan and the others turned around and left, disappearing in the corner in a few breaths.
The young man held the silver in his hand for a moment, then turned around and touched his younger brother's chubby little face, his eyes a little red, "Erlang, we have met a great benefactor."
.....
Tongfu Inn requested three first-class guest rooms, and then several people ordered a table of wine and food to have dinner together in the lobby on the second floor.
Soon, the young man selling cooking cakes carried a load up to the second floor under the guidance of a waiter.
"Guest, are you asking for the pancakes from Dalang of the Wu family?"
Seeing Song Xuan nodding, the waiter took out the cooking cakes from Wu Dalang's burden very discerningly, and flattered them while returning them, "These guests seem to be kind-hearted people at first sight.
The brothers of the Wu family lost their parents last year and had no elders to support them. They were living a miserable life. Several guests bought his cooking cakes. Today they could go back early to relax and warm up, so they would suffer less. "
Looking at the two piles of cooking cakes placed on the table, Song Xuan waved to Wu Dalang, "You haven't eaten yet, come and eat some together."
Wu Dalang hugged his brother timidly, looked down at the shabby clothes on his body, and did not dare to step forward.
But the waiter pushed him forward, "I'm giving you a face, why don't you hurry up and continue? Why are you so stunned? Hurry up and pour tea for the master and his wife!"
After saying that, the waiter winked at Wu Dalang, then stood at the entrance of the stairs and said with a smile on his face: "Several guests, the younger ones are waiting here. If you need anything, you can always give me orders."
Song Xuan hummed, looked at Wu Dalang who was sitting on the stool and was very embarrassed, and said with a smile: "Can you drink?"
"know a bit."
Wu Dalang whispered: "There is rice wine at home that my parents brewed before they were alive. I drink some before going to bed after selling the cooking cakes every day. Otherwise, my back aches and my body is so exhausted that it will be difficult to fall asleep."
"Let's have a drink together."
As he spoke, Song Xuan raised his hand and slapped it on the table, and a wine arrow poured out of the wine pot. Soon, Wu Dalang's cup was filled with wine.
Wu Dalang was stunned, "Uncle, are you a god?"
Song Xuan shook his head and said with a smile: "It's just a small method used by people in the martial arts to deal with true energy."
He didn’t explain too much, but raised his glass and said, “Please!”
Yao Yue and others picked up the wine glasses, and then their eyes fell on the young man.
Although they didn't know why Commander Song cared so much about such a little guy, it didn't matter. Since Song Xuan valued him, there must be a reason to value him.
Wu Dalang honestly picked up the wine glass and drank a glass of wine. As the heat surged through his body, he became less reserved and began to talk more.
According to him, since he lost his parents last year, he started the business left by his parents and made cooking cakes by himself.
After making the cooking cakes, he would carry the pole with his brother in the basket and the cooking cakes on the other side and walk around the streets selling them. If he met someone drying diapers at the door, he would kowtow and exchange the cooking cakes. When he met someone who refused to ask for cooking cakes, he would do hard work for him just so that his wet nurse could give his younger brother a mouthful of milk.
Yao Yue frowned and said, "You are growing taller, and your body is a little deformed from carrying a pole every day. If this continues for a long time, you may not be able to grow taller in the future."
Wu Dalang smiled honestly, "If you don't grow taller, then you won't grow taller. You have to survive first, right?
My parents passed away early. As an elder brother, you have to raise your younger brother to adulthood, right?
Otherwise, even if I die, I won’t have the shame to go see my parents. "
Song Xuan looked at Wu Dalang in front of him with some emotion. The feeling that the characters in the novel were vividly sitting in front of him made him feel very strange.
Many people say that Wu Song is a bit ignorant of praise. If he were Wu Song, he would have gone straight to Pan Jinlian, and there would be nothing wrong with Ximen Qing.
But after seeing Wu Dalang in front of him, Song Xuan understood why Wu Song was unmoved no matter how Pan Jinlian seduced him.
An eldest brother who walks around the streets early in the morning and returns late at night selling cooking cakes, making himself three inches taller. An eldest brother who lives frugally but spends a lot of money to support his younger brother. In Wu Song's eyes, the eldest brother is heaven and his own. Father.
The eldest brother's wife, his sister-in-law, is his mother.
Unless he is a beast, who can do something to his mother?
If his eldest brother is still alive, Wu Song still has a family, and he still cares about him in his heart, so he doesn't dare to act recklessly and cause trouble outside.
But after the death of the eldest brother, Wu Erlang no longer exists in this world. The only ones who survive are the Monkey King, the Demon God, and Tai Sui!
Subconsciously, Song Xuan looked at his sister Song Erni.
This little girl was holding a pig's trotter and gnawing happily at the moment. When she saw Song Xuan looking at it, she even handed him one with a smile.
An inexplicable thought came to Song Xuan's mind: If he died, his parents died too, and there was no more concern, what would happen to Song Erni, who had no flaws in the world?
