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He was a very likeable little boy, with a smile on his face. The feeling he gave others was that he was always very amiable, or even happy.

The waiter was bringing food to Zhang Xiaojian, and when he saw the little boy come in, he said, "Dong Dong, wait a moment. I'll give it to you in a moment. "

The waiter's attitude was also very friendly. This kind of kindness was not for show. It was not the professional smile in the hotel, but from the bottom of his heart.

Zhang Xiaojian was very curious, because this child did not seem to belong to a rich family. However, how could such a family order meals in a restaurant?

"He is …" Zhang Xiaojian asked the waiter.

The waiter smiled and said, "Ah, poor child."

Dongdong really was a poor kid. His father was an alcoholic, and at the age of thirty-five he sold all his money to a woman. I heard he left it by the river for her.

But it wasn't the first time he had found a woman. From then on, Dong Dong's father drank more and more. When I'm not awake all day.

The woman was born in the sixth month of her marriage to her father.

Everyone knew that this seed did not belong to Dongdong. From then on, Dongdong's father continued to drink alcohol day and night. Finally, one winter, he returned to drink alcohol and then froze to death on the road.

The year that Dong Dong's father died, he was five years old. The five-year-old child knew everything, but he didn't shed a single tear. The villagers all said that if he wasn't born, he couldn't.

Dong Dong's mother was an extremely beautiful woman, but she was not in a good mood. She just stared at the corner of the sky in a daze.

No one knew what she was thinking, and no one had ever entered her.

Since then, Dong Dong has taken on the responsibility of taking care of his mother. At a young age, he would wash his clothes and cook, before accompanying his mother in a daze.

He picked up some books that had been thrown away by others from the side of the school and came back to read them properly.

Eventually, he was able to read. When he was with his mother, there was the sound of reading.

Strange to say, every time Dong Dong read to his mother, her mother would listen quietly, never crying or making a fuss.

Although the villagers were also gossiping, they were still kind. Every family would help out their own.

Rice, white flour, soy oil, pork for the New Year, eggs, and eggs would all be bought and delivered.

It was the same inside the restaurant. Every day, he would keep the dishes and rice there, waiting for the people to come and get them.

After Zhang Xiaojian heard what the waiter said, he felt his nose sour. He took out ten thousand and gave it to the waiter, and said: "Give it to him for me."

The waiter was stunned. This man from two years ago didn't look like someone with money, so how could he be so generous?

The waiter was hesitating, Zhang Xiaojian passed the money to the waiter. He lowered his head and began to eat.

The waiter took the money and handed it over to Dong Dong. "You've met a living Bodhisattva today."

Zhang Xiaojian had already heard the conversation between the waiter and himself. Taking the money the attendant handed over, he walked in front of Zhang Xiaojian and bowed deeply, saying, "Uncle, please give this money to someone who needs it more. I'm full and dressed warmly, there's no need."

Zhang Xiaojian was stunned. Ten thousand yuan, not to mention a child, a poor child's temptation, even to an adult, was not a small amount. He actually had this kind of mindset, Zhang Xiaojian truly had a whole new level of respect for him.

Zhang Xiaojian had already gotten used to the little boy by 90%, he reached out and grabbed the little boy's hand. Just as he was about to speak, he discovered a piece of jade on the little boy's chest, hung with red silk.

This piece of jade was definitely not an ordinary item, and it was obvious that it was quite old. If Zhang Xiaojian's estimations were correct, this piece of jade could probably be worth more than three hundred thousand.

For a poor child who could not eat, to have such a beautiful piece of jade hanging on his neck, this was quite interesting.

Zhang Xiaojian frowned, he was about to ask about the origin of the jade, but did not expect a voice to come from the outside.

It was a woman's voice. It sounded like flowing spring water.

"Dong Dong, are you there?" The woman was called Dong Dong.

The woman pushed open the door of the restaurant. She was already inside, wearing a pair of jeans that had been washed a little white when she suddenly came out of her exquisite body.

Dong Dong Niang, you seem very normal.

"Mother, why did you come out? I'm going back now." Dong Dong hastily ran into the restaurant and carried a bowl of food out with the woman.

As Zhang Xiaojian looked at this pitiful mother and son, the sour feeling in his heart was still lingering.

After dinner, he must prepare something for them. Zhang Xiaojian thought that if he did not do it, he would definitely not be able to let them go or bring them away.

The woman took the food from Dong Dong's hand and dragged Dong Dong with her other hand. The two of them walked outside side by side.

Who would have thought that at this moment, a group of people rushed in from the outside?

They were all bare-chested, with gold chains, and tattoos on their shoulders and backs.

The few of them were obviously not good people. They were typical social scum.

Regardless of era or time, there was always a group of people on the sidelines. Of course, this did not include people like the heroes of Mount Liang.

If only they were all heroes, then it would be great. There wouldn't be so many corrupt officials, so many black-hearted doctors, and so many black-hearted merchants.

Zhang Xiaojian looked at the few people who entered and wanted to laugh. Because there were too many injustices that he couldn't solve himself, how could she possibly establish his own country?

The people outside walked in aggressively, but Dong Dong and the woman did not avoid them. They bumped into each other.

The woman was holding onto a man's clothes with all the food in her hand.

The woman was obviously frightened. Her body kept shivering as she kept on backing up.

Dong Dong was also frightened. He quickly hid his mother behind him and said like a little man, "Uncle, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Let me wipe it for you."

"Wipe it, how do I wipe it? My clothes are more than 3000 yuan, and I can't believe you made me look like this." The man squinted.

"What should I do? I don't have any money to pay for it." Dong Dong said pitifully.

"Third Brother, forget it, forget it. If you have anything to say to a child, just say it to me." Initially, it was not a big deal as he thought that he would be able to give him face. But who knew that Third Brother would coldly look at him and say: "How many f * cking moves do you have?"

The waiter's face alternated between red and white as he didn't know what to do.

Zhang Xiaojian had already finished eating, and was squinting his eyes as he looked at Third Brother.