As the tourists left in high spirits and moved on to the next stop, the cleaner in orange overalls yelled at two of the tourists.

The two tourists glared at the old cleaner viciously, cursing and swearing, deliberately pouring the iced drink on the ground and swaggering away.

The cleaner clenched the curly broom in his hand, and the blood vessels in his black hand bulged suddenly.

But then, the cleaner silently stepped forward and silently swept up the garbage on the ground and threw it into his garbage truck.

This is the best place to photograph the Pearl Tower, with a constant stream of tourists coming and going, and within minutes, the cleaners' trash cans are piled up.

When the small garbage truck came, the cleaner took the big garbage can into the small garbage truck with difficulty and patted the garbage truck's butt hard.

The garbage truck roared away, and the cleaner who had been busy for a long time sat weakly next to the garbage can, lowered his head and wiped a handful of sweat on his work clothes, picked up the cold drink thrown away by the tourist just now, drank a big sip, and wiped the sweat again.

He picked up his tattered cleaning clothes, tore off a plaster and groped it on his left ribs, rubbing it gently, and his face was twisted and showed deep pain.

Pulled away the band-aid, which was already so dark, and glued it tightly, took out a sweat-soaked plastic bag from the already soaked bag, and slowly opened it.

Oily black hands, dirty nails.

A roll of the cheapest leaf cigarettes rolled up under the dexterous hands of the cleaners.

The inferior tobacco leaves made a soft noise, and clumps of smoke came out of the cleaner's mouth and nostrils and drifted into the air.

The cleaner's head leaned heavily against the garbage can, looked at the faint blue sky weakly, and let out a long sigh.

This moment of free time for smoking is the happiest and most comfortable time for yourself.

On the giant billboard of the skyscraper on the left, a series of red letters appeared: "Christie's 250th Anniversary & Century Auction will be held on July 3 in Hong Kong Island ......"

The cleaner looked at the sign disdainfully, his eyes turned slightly to the side, and his body stiffened slightly.

Next to the skyscraper is the headquarters building of the Trillion Group's Fanzi consortium.

On the billboard, which is even bigger than the one next to it, the most dazzling white characters flashed.

"The historic first auction of the Imperial Capital Hill Auction House, on July 3, was held at the Bank of China Building on Hong Kong Island. ”

The cleaner's eyes were fixed on the billboard, the corners of his wrinkled eyes were slightly stretched, and his waist was quietly straightened.

At this time, several tourists rushed to the side of the garbage bin and screamed at the cleaner: "Do you see my mobile phone?"

"Apple X!"

"And my mate20. ”

"And my wallet, I have my ID in it......"

"See?"

The cleaner looked at a few tourists blankly and pointed ahead.

Several tourists couldn't help but be pleasantly surprised, and when they looked up, they saw the three characters 110.

A few tourists were so angry that they stomped their feet and scolded the cleaner, but they had no choice but to leave.

The cleaner's black face was tightly tensed, his triangular eyes were gently squinting and looking into the distance, his cloudy eyes reflected the white clouds and dogs, and half of the Demon Capital City, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The traffic on the street is rolling and tired, and the idlers on the street are scattered, all of which seem to be frozen, leaving only the lonely figure of the cleaner.

After a long time, the cleaner moved his body and struggled to stand up, but he was stunned in the next second.

Under the broom of his garbage truck, there are two mobile phones and two wallets.

A mate20, an Apple X!

The cleaner hummed and snorted again, picked up two mobile phones and threw them into the trash without looking at them.

The two wallets that bulged out with a large stack of soft paper were not even interested in taking a second look, and they were all thrown into the trash.

At this time, a cold voice came from behind the cleaner.

"There's eight thousand six or thirty hundred dollars in there. ”

When this cold voice sounded, the bent cleaner suddenly shook, and the leaf smoke in his hand fell to the ground.

The cold voice came again, with a hint of trill.

"Is it fun to sweep the streets?"

The cleaner held the hot garbage bin with one hand and pressed his old waist with the other, quietly looking at the cigarettes on the ground, but his face was twitching slightly.

The cold, stinging voice came into his ears mercilessly.

"In the Miscellaneous Matters of Mulasarvastivada Vinaya, the Buddha told the bhikshus: 'Whoever sweeps the ground has five victories: one is pure in his heart, two purifies his heart, three rejoices in the heavens, four cultivates good karma, and the fifth is born in heaven at the end of his life. ’”

The cleaner still maintained that strange posture, as if he had become a statue of the city, motionless.

"Do you sweep the floor to remove dirt or do you want to erase your own memories?"

The cleaner remained silent.

A car sped past the street, and a lump of garbage fell from the window, right next to the cleaner.

The cleaner slowly bent down to pick up the piece of garbage, wrapped it calmly, and calmly threw it into his tattered garbage truck.

Then, the cleaner picked up the broom and garbage shovel, dragged the garbage truck forward for more than 20 meters, and swept it inch by inch from his own lot.

Cigarette butts, lunch boxes, confetti, instant noodle buckets...... Shit, diapers......

The cleaner swept very lightly and skillfully, except that his back was a little bent and his legs were a little lame.

A yellow shared bicycle gently pushed the cleaner's side, and a man in a T-shirt and carrying a big bag looked at the cleaner coldly.

"Enough sweeping, just come with me. ”

The words in the man's mouth were very soft, softer than the breeze of the Huangpu River, taking away the warmth of the spring breeze in March.

The cleaner was like deaf, squatted lightly on the ground, picked up a popsicle slice to poke the gum on the ground, and continued to sweep the floor.

The man looked at the cleaner silently, took two steps forward and handed over a cigarette, and said softly: "As for doing it like that, don't you do it?"

The cleaner didn't look at the cigarette, and moved two steps flatly.

The man's face was a little gloomy, and he said coldly.

"How long the are you going to sweep?"

The cleaner was like a puppet and more like a walking corpse, not even looking at the man, and continued to sweep mechanically.

The man closed his eyes and said coldly: "You have to sweep away your regrets and regrets, I won't stop you." ”

"I'm going to say, I need your help right now. ”

"You are my plenipotentiary at the UNESCO branch of the City of Nations. ”

"Imperial Capital Mountain Antique House Auction House, you are the chairman. ”

"You are the curator of the two museums of Jincheng and Anxiong. ”

"Pick any of these locations. ”

"You can take office at any time. ”

The cleaner didn't hear these words, and dragged the cart creaking into the distance, turning his back to the man, and walking farther and farther.

The man looked high at the scattered sun in the leaves, and a twisted pain appeared on his face.

Slowly turned around and shouted at the cleaner, "Count me on!"

"I'm fucking sorry for you. All the faults are my own fault. ”

"Okay, okay?"

"Luo Ting!"

Luo Ting's two words came out, and the cleaner's body shook.

In less than a second, Luo Ting dragged the tattered garbage truck and continued to walk forward.

"Crunch!"

The garbage truck made an ugly sound, burning Jin Feng's heart one by one.

Looking at Luo Ting's limping feet and looking at his slightly rickety body, Jin Feng held his head high and gritted his teeth, shook his hand and smashed the cigarette butt to the ground, stomped his feet hard, and still couldn't understand the cigarette butt and then smashed the cigarette butt into slag.

"Sloppy dead deaf, I'll fuck you uncle. ”

Jin Feng bit his lower lip fiercely with his upper teeth, scolded silently at Luo Ting's back, and turned around and left helplessly.

After walking two steps, Jin Feng came back and picked up the sparse cigarette butts on the ground and put them in his bag, hated Luo Ting's back again, slapped his head heavily, jumped on the bicycle and left.

"Lao Tzu doesn't accept you, and Lao Tzu won't pick up leaks in his life. ”

The afternoon in the magic capital is like a beautiful young woman who has just woken up, lazy and sexy.