1075: C1075 Shall We be Friends

C1075 Shall We be Friends

Yang Xuan reached out his hand and helped the young man up.

The young man was trembling. He looked to be about twelve or thirteen years old. He was thin and small, and his face looked a little sallow because he had been malnourished for a long time.

Yang Xuan smiled and took out some money and stuffed it into the young man's hand. He smiled and said, "Take it to buy some food. I didn't bring much money with me today. The next time I come to town, I'll bring more for you."

After saying that, Yang Xuan prepared to leave.

He was not a kind old man with overflowing kindness. It was already enough for him to do this.

Furthermore, in a cruel place like the Dark World, there were as many miserable people as the young man who lived without a home. Yang Xuan couldn't care less about everyone.

However, just as Yang Xuan was about to turn around and leave, the young man suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the corner of Yang Xuan's clothes. After that, he made some squeaking gestures.

Only now did Yang Xuan know that this young man was a mute.

"Is there any end to this? Seriously, the money I gave you is enough for you to eat steamed buns for two months, but you're still not satisfied. Quickly let go of your hands, don't dirty Brother Zhang's clothes!"

The little beauty beside Yang Xuan cursed at the young man with extreme disgust.

The Brother Zhang she was talking about was actually Yang Xuan's alias. In order to avoid trouble, when Yang Xuan was flirting with girls outside, he would use the name of a cook in Profound Army Soldier who was in charge of cooking.

Because the cook, who was actually quite young, had taken the blame for Yang Xuan quite a few times. Although he had never done anything before, the label of a scumbag man was everywhere.

"Why are you so angry at him? He's still a kid!"

Yang Xuan glared at the little beauty. Although he was not a saint, he was not used to seeing people bullying the weak.

"So you are a mute. Then I will call you a little mute from now on. Is there anything else?"

Yang Xuan smiled and bent down.

Little Mute made a sound of Ah! and kept gesturing with his hands.

At this time, an old man selling roasted melons said, "Little Mute's brain isn't very good. He's a little stupid, but he's quite honest. He's thanking you and asking if you can be friends with him."

Yang Xuan was stunned. He immediately laughed and touched Little Mute's head. "Of course you can. From now on, I'm your friend."

When the little mute heard this, he was so happy that he started dancing and laughing. He circled around Yang Xuan with a silly smile.

Yang Xuan did not take it to heart. He just thought that Little Mute was happy.

One month later, when Yang Xuan was about to leave the Profound Army Soldier's camp to do some work outside, he suddenly heard a few guards cursing in the guard post.

Yang Xuan went over and saw that it was actually the little mute. At this moment, he was curled up in the corner of the wall, shivering. He kept babbling and gesturing with his hands to the guards.

The guards scolded him, "You little thing, how many times has it been? If I catch you again, I will definitely shoot you as a spy!"

"What's going on!?"

Yang Xuan suddenly scolded.

Little Mute saw Yang Xuan and quickly ran to Yang Xuan's side. He tightly gripped Yang Xuan's clothes, and his clear eyes were filled with the purest kind of smile.

Yang Xuan immediately had an angry expression on his face. He shouted at the guards, "Don't you know the rules of Profound Army Soldier?!"

The few guards were so scared that their faces turned white. They hurriedly explained, "Monarch, we didn't mean to bully him."

"It's just that this kid sneakily appears in the camp's security zone every day. He doesn't want to pay for what he eats. He just refuses to leave every day."

"We saw that it wouldn't be a problem if this continued, so we planned to scare him and make him not come back in the future. Please forgive us, Monarch!"1

After Yang Xuan heard this, he turned his head to look at Little Mute and said softly, "Is what they said true? You come every day this month? "

Little Mute nodded vigorously, then took out a few boiled eggs from his pocket with a silly smile and handed them to Yang Xuan with a smile.

Yang Xuan was stunned and asked doubtfully, "You come here every day to give me these things?"

Little Mute stuffed a few boiled eggs into Yang Xuan's hands, nodded his head strongly, and then made a eating posture with a silly smile.

Yang Xuan was stunned. After he reacted, he suddenly felt a little sour in his nose.

Perhaps these eggs were the most delicious food in the world for Little Mute. He came here every day just to share what he thought was the best with Yang Xuan.

Yang Xuan did not care about being friends with him, but Little Mute treated Yang Xuan as his best friend and was willing to share what he thought was the best with Yang Xuan.

From then on, Yang Xuan let Little Mute follow him. At first, he was pure and innocent, but he was touched by his innocence.

However, as they got along, Little Mute gradually became Yang Xuan's happy fruit. Only in front of Little Mute could Yang Xuan relax. He could play with Little Mute like a child.

Yang Xuan occasionally taught him how to read and write. Although Little Mute was silly, he learned very seriously.

Yang Xuan originally wanted to give him a normal name, but Little Mute shook his head and refused. He stubbornly used the name Little Mute.

At the same time, Little Mute also learned to write Yang Xuan's name. He once took the initiative to write down the words Yang Mumu on the paper, then pointed at Yang Xuan and laughed.

In other people's eyes, Yang Xuan was the world-shaking Champion Marquis.

But in Little Mute's eyes, this big boy who was only a few years older than him and played with him every day was just his best friend, Yang Mumu.

Yang Xuan had also found many famous doctors and tried to get Little Mute to speak again, but these doctors all said that Little Mute was innate mute, and with the current level of science, there was no way to treat it.

Little Mute's favorite game was Radish Squat. As long as Yang Xuan had time, the two of them would play this simple and childish game tirelessly in the courtyard again and again.

Once, for some unknown reason, after Yang Xuan lost the game, Little Mute pointed at Yang Xuan and laughed. At the same time, two vague words popped out of his mouth: Wood.

That day, Yang Xuan was so happy that he lifted Little Mute over his head and ran around the yard.

Little Mute was also so happy that he danced and danced. He kept repeating in a vague tone on Yang Xuan's shoulder, Wood, wood, wood.

When Yang Xuan was tired of running with Little Mute on his shoulder, just as he put Little Mute on the ground, Little Mute suddenly imitated Yang Xuan and held Yang Xuan's legs with one hand. Then he raised Yang Xuan and ran around the yard with joy.

"Hahaha, okay, okay, put it down. If you keep running like this, I will definitely vomit on you."

Yang Xuan laughed loudly. He wanted to break free from Little Mute's grip, but he suddenly found something very surprising!

Little Mute's arms that were hugging his legs actually had an enormous strength. In the end, Yang Xuan used true qi to barely break free from Little Mute's arms.

"Little Mute, have you practiced martial arts?"

Yang Xuan looked at Little Mute and asked in puzzlement.

Little Mute looked confused, as if he did not understand what Yang Xuan was saying.

Yang Xuan looked at Little Mute's clear and pure eyes. There were no impurities in them, and there was no trace of lying.

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