In the evening, it had been raining all day. There are few pedestrians on the streets, and the occasional few passing-by are hurried, and no one wants to linger outside in this weather. However, there are always exceptions, and at this moment there is a young man standing on the corner of the street, and there is a tricycle full of magazines and newspapers parked beside him, apparently a newspaper seller.

Xiao Ping put a raincoat over the tricycle to prevent newspapers and magazines from getting wet from the rain, but he himself got wet from the rain. However, he didn't care about it, it was summer anyway, and it wouldn't be a big deal even if he was soaking wet. Xiao Ping has always been an optimist, and he will not bother about such a trivial matter at all.

However, in such weather, no one would take care of Xiao Ping's business, but looked at him with a mixture of strange and contemptuous eyes. It's no wonder they look at this Xiao Ping with such eyes, after all, he is only in his early twenties, what is wrong with this young age, why do you have to sell newspapers?

But Xiao Ping looked calm and looked indifferent. Six years ago, his grandfather, who was dependent on each other, suddenly became paralyzed in bed due to a cerebral hemorrhage, and Xiao Ping, who had already received a university admission letter at that time, gave up the opportunity to continue his education and began his career as a stall selling newspapers. At first, it was to earn some medical expenses for my grandfather, and after my grandfather died, it was to support himself. Xiao Ping has been accustomed to other people's strange eyes for so many years, and he didn't take this matter to heart at all.

Knowing that there would be no business if he waited any longer, Xiao Ping began to skillfully pack up the newsstand and prepare to go home. Xiao Ping didn't see any problems when he was standing, but now that he was busy around the tricycle, he could find that his movements were half a beat slower than the average person. Even so, Xiao Ping's breathing would start to be rapid after being busy for a while, and he needed to rest for a while before he could continue working. He has been weak and sick since he was a child because of his congenital heart, and he can't even do ordinary work, and no boss dares to invite him. It is precisely because of this that Xiao Ping can't find any other job at all, so he can only rely on setting up newsstands to make money to support himself.

Xiao Ping put all the newspapers and magazines under the plastic sheet, covered the raincoat without hesitation, and muttered to himself: "People can wipe dry when they are wet, but books are worthless when they are wet." ”

After packing up the small newsstand, Xiao Ping pedaled the tricycle back to his residence in the wind and rain. During this year, the city grew rapidly, and many villages that were originally located on the outskirts of the city were included in the urban area. There are only a few villages that have been preserved because of various things, and these villages surrounded by high-rise buildings have a very apt name - urban villages.

In order to treat his grandfather's illness back then, Xiao Ping sold his ancestral house in the city without hesitation, and now lives in an urban village. A healthy person pedaled a tricycle back to his residence from where Xiao Ping sold newspapers for a maximum of 20 minutes, but Xiao Ping needed an hour. Although it is difficult to pedal back and forth for two hours every day, the optimistic Xiao Ping never complains.

Xiao Ping pedaled three wheels in the wind and rain, and was still in the mood to hum softly. A sports car roared up from behind, causing a splash that almost splashed on him.

"Audi TT Hey, I have money to buy a sports car in the future, and there is a beautiful girl sitting next to me, tsk...... Praise!" Looking at the fuzzy taillights of the sports car, Xiao Ping was very envious in his heart.

Xiao Ping, who has been accustomed to a hard life since he was a child, yearns for the luxurious life of rich people very much, and has never given up his efforts. When he sells newspapers on the street during the day, he studies university courses on his own whenever he has time, and at night he learns all kinds of seemingly useful knowledge on the Internet, which is more serious than a serious college student. Xiao Ping knows that opportunities will only favor those who are prepared, and what he has to do is to be ready at all times and firmly seize the opportunity when it comes.

Nearly an hour later, the heavy rain finally stopped completely, and Xiao Ping also came to the entrance of the village. As long as you cross the small river in front, you will officially enter the scope of the urban village. There is a small cement bridge over the river, and the residents of the village rely on this bridge to get in and out. Before and after coming to the bridge, Xiao Ping got off the tricycle and was about to drag the car up the bridge, but was blocked by a few angry young people. …,

"Unlucky!" Xiao Ping looked up and saw these people, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. These people are all gangsters in the village, and the guy in the lead is called Zhao Yong, relying on a cousin who is a police officer at the police station to do nonsense in this area. usually likes to extort small merchants and vendors nearby, and tease the big girls and daughters-in-law who pass by, of course, bullying Xiao Ping is also one of the "entertainment activities" of this gang.

Zhao Yong deliberately opened his neckline, revealing the thick gold chain on his neck and the wolf head tattoo on his chest, and looked at Xiao Ping with a smile: "You have gone out to do business in such a heavy rain, you must have made a lot of money, right? The brothers just want to buy a pack of cigarettes to smoke, hand over the money!"

Xiao Ping didn't want to go against Zhao Yong, so he quietly took out a few zero tickets from his pocket and said, "It's raining today, and I only earn this little ......."

Zhao Yong took the money and said dissatisfiedly: "That's it, let Lao Tzu see what's in the car!"

As he spoke, Zhao Yong tore off the raincoat and plastic sheeting on the tricycle, casually flipped through the magazines and newspapers on the car, and threw them to the ground. The ground was still wet just after the heavy rain, and the new magazines were soaked as soon as they fell to the ground, and they could no longer be sold.

This scene made Xiao Ping feel very distressed, and he didn't know where he got the strength, so he actually broke free from the two gangsters, pushed Zhao Yong away and said, "Don't touch my things!"

Zhao Yong, who was pushed and staggered, was annoyed and ashamed, and glared at Xiao Ping viciously: "How dare you do it to me?

As he spoke, Zhao Yong punched Xiao Ping in the face, causing him to bleed from his nose on the spot. Zhao Yong did not give up, grabbed a few steps and punched and kicked Xiao Ping. Although Xiao Ping tried his best to resist, he was the opponent of Zhao Yong and others with a bad heart, and he was quickly knocked to the ground. Zhao Yong glanced at the other thugs, who threw Xiao Ping's tricycle into the river, and then they all laughed triumphantly.

"This is the end of going against Lao Tzu, I'll see you fight again in the future!" Zhao Yong warned Xiao Ping viciously, and proudly led his men away.

The water in this small river is not deep, but it is not knee-deep. Xiao Ping's tricycle overturned in the river, newspapers and magazines went down the river, and a few hundred dollars drifted away. Although it was a big loss for Xiao Ping, he was not discouraged. Xiao Ping's dictionary does not have the word "give up", and no matter how serious the difficulty is, it has never knocked him down, let alone such a small setback.

"If you can push the cart down, I can fish it up!" With this in mind, Xiao Ping took off his shoes and walked down the river, pulling the tricycle to the shore with all his strength.

Don't look at Xiao Ping's weak body, but there is a very stubborn side in his character, and he will never give up what he is determined to do. Although he had to rest for a few inches every time he moved the tricycle, he managed to get it ashore slowly. Xiao Ping was about to follow ashore when he suddenly stepped on a strange object under his feet. The surface of this thing is smooth, and the flat shape is very regular, which is obviously not a natural formation.

Xiao Ping curiously dug this thing out of the mud. Although there was still a lot of mud on this play, Xiao Ping could tell at a glance that it was a small flat bottle, and there seemed to be a very delicate picture on it. But now he was still in the river, and he didn't have time to look at what it was, so he put the small bottle in his pocket and went ashore.

Xiao Ping slowly returned to his residence, opened the door gently and walked in. This is a house rented by Xiao Ping, and the landlord is a local couple in their fifties, the husband is named Liu Jianguo, and the wife is called Wang Fang. The couple lived on the second floor, and the three rooms on the first floor were rented to three young people. The couple is a good old man, usually very kind to the three young tenants, and even more cares for Xiao Ping, who is not in good health, and the relationship between the two parties has always been very harmonious. …,

When Xiao Ping entered the door, Wang Fang happened to be busy in the kitchen on the first floor, and when he saw his embarrassed appearance, he hurriedly asked with concern: "Xiao Xiao, what's wrong with you? Why are you all soaked?"

"It's okay, I forgot to bring a raincoat when I went out. Xiao Ping didn't want Wang Fang to worry about himself, so he casually made an excuse.

But Wang Fang was still worried: "Look at your child's wet body, what if you get sick......?

Judging from Xiao Ping's previous experience, every time Wang Fang starts with "It's not Aunt Wang who says you ......", she will not stop for at least fifteen minutes. For Xiao Ping, this kind of nagging can be called verbal violence, but he knows that Wang Fang really cares about himself, and it is impossible for him to turn around and leave to embarrass the other party.

Seeing Wang Fang bring out the freshly fried dishes, Xiao Ping, who was in a dilemma, suddenly had an idea, took a deep breath and said: "This dish is so fragrant, Aunt Wang, your cooking skills are getting better and better, Uncle Liu is really lucky to marry you!"

Xiao Ping's words made Wang Fang very happy, and said with a smile: "You little ghost is really good at talking, go take a bath and come over to eat with us!"

"Okay!" Xiao Ping secretly wiped his sweat and quickly escaped from the kitchen.

Xiao Ping took a happy shower in the shared bathroom, and came out just in time to meet Li Wanqing, who had just gotten off work. This girl has just graduated from college this year, and now she is interning at a company, and she is also one of the tenants who live here, which is Xiao Ping's neighbor. Li Wanqing, who has a gentle personality, smiles before she speaks no matter who she sees, and whenever she laughs, her beautiful big eyes will bend into a pair of thin moon buds.

Li Wanqing is like this now, and asked Xiao Ping with a smile: "What kind of soup did you pour into Aunt Wang? As soon as she saw me, she praised you for being sensible, and now she is praising you to Uncle Liu!"

"What is the soup of the fan, I never lie!" Xiao Ping defended himself seriously, and then deliberately looked Li Wanqing up and down and said: "Yo, I haven't seen you for a few days, you have the temperament of a white-collar beauty!"

After all, Li Wanqing had just stepped into society, but she couldn't stand Xiao Ping's ridicule, and ran to her room with a slightly red face. Xiao Ping smiled at her slender figure and went straight to dinner with Wang Fang and his wife.

After dinner, Xiao Ping took the initiative to help Wang Fang wash and play, and then returned to his room and took the vial he got from the river to examine it carefully.