Gu Nan went out after eating, Shang Jia looked at Gu Nan's back, turned around and cleaned up the equipment in the room, wiped all the vases, and then mopped the floor. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

After working for a while, he sat down on the sofa exhausted, "It's really hard to get a big house." Shang Jia complained, and then remembered that the small courtyard of the two in Tongyang was neither big nor small, and it was easy to clean, although it was not as luxurious as this western-style building, but it was simple and simple.

The dense tree must have withered its yellow leaves, and the ground may be covered with a layer of fallen leaves, waiting to be resurrected in the branches of the tree next year.

Shang Jia went upstairs and put on a pea-green long cashmere jacket, and then went out.

The weather outside was cool, and before you knew it, people were wearing big jackets.

The wind blew slightly towards the face, only to feel like a slap in the face, obviously it was a cold wind, but the blowing was hot and painful on the face......

Passers-by were bubbling with white air during their conversations, but after a while, it was fleeting.

The steamed buns in the depths of the alley are steaming hot buns, and when someone comes to lift the lid of the pot, there is a puff of hot smoke, which makes the hungry people hungry.

There were a few old beggars squatting on the corner, blinded by the cold of winter, all curled up in a less noticeable place on the corner with haggard faces.

In front of them was a dilapidated porcelain bowl, which had been worn out by the wind and rain, and the mouth of the bowl was also a little bumped and broken.

"Sugar gourd! Sugar gourd le! ”

"Bean paste buns, meat buns!"

The vendors in the alley rubbed their hands together trying to find some warmth, and shouted and tried to compete with the other vendors.

The shouts in the ears, the sound of bargaining one after another, and the faint chatter of passers-by came from the vague sound.

Which daughter-in-law gave birth to a big fat boy again, which son was admitted to a military school, which family's chicken was stolen, and which family's husband was not a person who was looking for fun behind his wife's back.

All in all, the whole alley is lively, as if it is telling everyone's parents.

No one mentioned the rumors again, and when the news of the victory came, people no longer remembered it.

In peace, who would have thought of what had happened a few days ago, far away.

Of course, no one dares to comment casually, otherwise they will get into trouble.

The old woman nested in the corner of the wall, covered with a dirty garment with unknown patches, and the clothes were dark and damp like dew.

There is no warmth in such clothes, but it is better to have them than not to have them.

An old man walked beside her, his face as dirty as hers. "Old woman." The old man didn't know where to pick up half a loaf of bread, and his hands were trembling a little at the moment. "I've found something to eat." The old man said to her.

The old woman's face was calm, "I'm not hungry, you can eat." She was nestled in a corner and didn't mean to move.

Shang Jia's heart was sour, and he walked towards them with his steps.

This may be called -- the rich and the poor depend on each other, and the white head will grow old.

Soon a strong man appeared behind the old man and kicked the old man to the old woman's side.

"Old thing, you dare to steal my things!" The man scolded.

The bread in the old man's hand immediately fell to the ground, and the old woman looked serious. "My old man won't steal your bread!" The old woman scolded, "Even if he starves to death, he won't steal!" ”

"The two old beggars are quite tough!" The man had nothing to do, so he walked over and picked up the old man.

Seeing this, the old woman immediately stood up, a little shaky.

Shang Jia hurriedly rushed over, "Stop!" Shang Jia walked over, "What kind of ability is a man bullying an old man?" Shang Jia was a little angry. In broad daylight, do you still want to blackmail? ”

Shang Jia looked at the piece of bread on the ground, and at this moment a stray dog ran over and ran away with the cake in his mouth. "Who is so rare to steal this kind of bread?" Shang Jia sarcastically. "Therefore, poor mountains and bad waters come out of the people, and a poor and vicious person like you is only worthy of bullying such an old man."

The man was stunned by Shang Jia's words, so he had to let go of the old man's collar, look at Shang Jia's dress, and then look at this arrogance, he must not be an ordinary person.

But if that's it, where will he put his face......

"Yo, these young ladies, your mouth stinks!" The man sarcastically said.

"Yes, it's strange to say that I can't really say anything nice about someone like you." Shang Jia smiled, looking at the man's flustered face and only felt funny.

is obviously timid and afraid of things in his bones, but he still has to pretend to be so tough.

"This bread is leftover from someone else's food, not stolen by me." The old man quickly explained, "He lied. ”

"Old man!" The old woman looked humiliated, as if his actions had made him lose face.

"You're stealing." The man bit to death. "You're an old thief!"

"I think you are only worthy of being compared to the stones in the pit in your life, why should an old man lie? Not to mention just for ...... Half a loaf. Shang Jia smiled, "People like you are destined to only sell this kind of cake, your measure is too small, and you are not qualified to slaughter pigs, let alone the prime minister?" Shang Jia turned around and scolded him.

The man was stunned, obviously confused by Shang Jia's words. "You ......"

Shang Jia took out a small bag, "A cake is worth five cents at most, and your half cake can only be regarded as half price." Shang Jia drew a bill and came out, "That's it, grandma and I are in a good mood today, so I should be kind enough to take this money to buy a coffin for you in the future, and give you a piece!" Shang Jia let go of his hand and threw it on the ground. People should do more good deeds, but I can't care if someone doesn't appreciate it. ”

The old man and the old woman looked at each other and were a little stunned.

The man blushed even more, looking down at the dollar on the ground, not picking it up, not picking it up.

After hesitating for a moment, he crouched down and picked up a dollar.

Originally, I came for the money, and I couldn't be left in disgrace.

Anyway, when he met the woman in front of him, he had to walk away, why don't you want this money.

Shang Jia smiled and glanced at the old woman, who was seated on the ground by the old man, and the expression on her face was incomprehensible.

"I'll forget about this with them today!" The man put the money in his pocket, and then stretched out his hand and pointed at Shang Jia, "But I'm with you, it's not over!" The man glared at Shang Jia with a defiant face.

Shang Jia had a smile on her face and stared at the man's fingers, "Yo, do you want to show me your doomed hands?" Shang Jia said with a disgusted face, "I took a look, you are an old bacon in your life, you can't turn over, you deserve to sell bread for a lifetime, and on the day you die, let this cake be surrounded into a coffin and bury you......"

The man grimaced, "You remember me!" As he spoke, he ran away in embarrassment, carrying the dollar in his pocket.

Shang Jia was a little amused, and then looked at the two old beggars, only to see that the two old beggars had a cold face, and they didn't seem to thank her.

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