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"Meow-"

Wangcai screamed loudly, causing the surrounding birds to scatter in shock.

His eyes were extremely fierce.

The little beggar was so frightened that he stood there dumbfounded and didn't even know how to hide.

I deliberately didn't help, just to see his reaction.

"Ouch——"

Wangcai jumped on the little beggar and threw him to the ground. His sharp claws stretched out and tore his clothes.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"

A mouse scrambled out of a hole in his clothes and was bitten by Wangcai.

Wangcai did not hurt the little beggar. After biting the mouse, he jumped to the side. Fuguier also jumped down from the tree lightly. He leaned his pink nose towards the mouse and smelled it.

The poor mouse was so frightened that it fainted when faced with two mythical beasts falling from the sky, without even struggling.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The little beggar burst into tears, got up from the ground, and stumbled towards Wangcai regardless of the holes in her clothes.

It seems that he wants to snatch the mouse back.

How could he ever get rich?

Of course I couldn't get it, so I was so angry that I cried and screamed.

"This..." Uncle Cui was a little dumbfounded.

I understand.

That mouse is the little beggar's pet.

Both beggars and rats may rummage through trash cans, so keeping a rat as a pet is not unusual.

"Prosperous wealth, return it to others!"

I shouted to Wangcai.

Wangcai was very confused, so I glared at it to show that the matter was not negotiable, so I reluctantly spit the mouse out on the ground.

The mouse's eyes suddenly opened, his body jumped, and he ran towards the little beggar like flying.

Daqing just pretended to be dead.

The little beggar pounced and the mouse jumped onto his hand.

He felt distressedly and touched the mouse's fur, which was wet with Wangcai's saliva, and put it back into his clothes.

The mouse poked its head out of the gap, its eyes as big as mung beans spinning around.

As soon as he caught Wangcai's gaze, he shrank back in fear.

The little beggar covered her clothes and hid behind me in fear.

"Wangcai, don't mess around."

I said hello to Wangcai, and he turned away from Baozi unhappily, and ran towards the car with Fugui'er.

"Don't worry, it won't catch your mice again." I comforted the little beggar, "Let's go quickly, don't waste time."

"It's natural for cats to catch mice, but we miners have never hated mice. On the contrary, we like them. This mouse knows its owner and looks quite intelligent," Uncle Cui said.

"Yes." I said, "It's a pity that he is mute and can't speak. I don't know how he was raised."

As we were walking towards the parking spot, a whistle suddenly came from the bushes next to us.

"call--"

The little beggar was startled and quickly ran in that direction.

"Hey, kid, where are you running?"

We turned around and saw a rickety figure in the bushes.

He was also an old man, very old.

The clothes were also tattered, like a beggar's, and he carried a big woven bag on his back. It was bulging and he didn't know what it contained.

It seemed to be quite heavy, and it bent the old man's waist.

The little beggar quickly ran to the old man's side and lowered his head.

The old man seemed to have scolded him a few words, then turned around and stared at us.

I don’t know why, but my eyes are a little scary.

"Apparently, those are his relatives." Uncle Cui sympathized, "The big brother is probably a scrap collector. It's really hard for him to have an old man and a young man."

"Since he has relatives, should we stop meddling in his own business?" I said.

"When I came to worship before, I never saw anyone here. They must have wandered here recently. This is not a good place. I have to tell them not to spend the night here."

Uncle Cui thought about it and still couldn't bear it.

"Okay, let's go together."

I didn't object.

I'd love to know a little more about any character who appears near the live broadcast location.

Seeing us approaching, the old man wanted to leave, but the little beggar grabbed his clothes.

The little beggar pointed at me and made a few gestures to the old man, but I couldn't understand what they meant.

The old man glared at him fiercely, and he lowered his head with an aggrieved look on his face.

Is it a complaint that my cat almost ate his mouse?

"Uncle, don't get me wrong, we are not bad people." I said with a friendly smile.

Uncle Cui also said: "That's right, big brother, don't think too much about it. We just want to remind you that this place is not clean, so don't stay here any longer."

"I know your life is not easy, and I don't mean to look down on you, but no matter what, there are many strange things happening in the barren mountains, not to mention that there have been mining accidents before."

"You'd better go to a popular place."

No one can hear the good intentions in these words.

But the old man just said indifferently: "Don't worry about it." Then he turned around and left.

The little beggar looked back at me, feeling a little reluctant for some reason.

He pulled the old man's clothes, gestured and chirped, and said something to the old man anxiously.

The old man frowned and looked fierce.

"He is not your brother! You are wrong, your brother is already dead!"

The little beggar shuddered from the roar, pursed her lips and lowered her head, silently shedding tears.

The mouse came out of the clothes and squeaked.

"Let's go! If I catch you running around next time, I'll break your legs!" The old man said viciously, turned around and left with the woven bag on his back.

The little beggar looked at me one last time and followed the old man away with tears in his eyes.

"This" Uncle Cui was a little speechless, "Why is this big brother so bad-tempered? I always feel like I have seen him somewhere."

"See you?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Well, it looks familiar, but I can't remember who it is." Uncle Cui thought for a while, but never remembered, "Maybe I saw him accidentally when he was picking up rags in the city."

"Forget it, let's leave quickly. Everyone has his own life. If he doesn't listen, there's nothing I can do about it."

We get back to the car.

It was almost 11 o'clock at noon, so I took the time to send the old man back.

But when we were about to drive off the bumpy dirt road, we encountered several cars.

The leading car seemed to have broken down and was parked in the middle of the road.

White smoke came out from the open hood, and several people gathered around the car to study it.

Although the two cars behind them pulled over, I couldn't drive past them, so I had to stop and stop to ask.

"Dude, what's going on?"

"I'm sorry, the car broke down suddenly and is being repaired. Please wait for a while. It will be fine soon."

The person who answered me was a middle-aged man in a gray jacket. He took out a cigarette with a smile and handed it to me.

It's a good cigarette, the kind that most people can't afford.

I looked at them.

The car that broke down was a very old car that had been driven for I don’t know how many years. It was okay to drive on a flat road, but it was really hard to drive on such a bumpy dirt road.

The next two cars are different, both are BMWs.

There was a boss-looking figure sitting in the car, but he didn't get out.

"There are so many of you, can you lift the car to the side? I'm in a hurry," I said.

"Actually, we are in a hurry and are working hard to repair it! Why don't you, brother, go back to the car and take a rest? We will be fine soon!"

The middle-aged man has a good attitude.

It was useless for me to urge him on this matter, so he immediately returned to the car and told Uncle Cui about the situation.

Uncle Cui looked at the boss-looking man in the BMW through the glass.

"Why do I think that person looks familiar?"