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"Why bother selling lotus roots?"

Qin Shi's voice was ethereal and transparent, drifting and drifting on the halfway point of this Luo Feng, drifting, swinging into the distance.

And the biggest reaction to hearing this sentence was undoubtedly the yellow-haired young man who was about to leave.

Because the old man was selling lotus root and lotus pods on the side of the steps, there was also a lot of traffic here, so when Qin Shi shouted, it immediately attracted the attention of many people.

"What happened?"

This is the inner doubt of tourists.

"Damn, it's the big star Su Youxia and his boyfriend Qin Shi, the one who wrote "No If" and sang "Memories of Nanshan".

This is the shock in the hearts of those tourists after they come to their senses.

"Boom!"

Almost instantly, the surrounding tourists surrounded them, they didn't expect to be able to meet Su Youxia and Qin when Luo Feng met, this was simply a surprise in a surprise.

Su Youxia was originally a national goddess, and Qin Shi has recently attracted a large number of fans on the Internet, although there are mostly black fans, but there are also many true love fans.

Some people also think that Qin Shi is a very kind person, the "No If" he wrote is very good, and the "Memories of Nanshan" he sang is also very good.

The steps that were not spacious were instantly surrounded by the crowd, and the yellow-haired young man couldn't walk even if he wanted to.

"Uncle, can you take out the hundred-yuan bill he gave you just now?"

Seeing that the yellow-haired young man couldn't leave for the time being, Qin Shi also turned around and said to the old man selling lotus roots.

Hearing Qin Shi's words, the old man also chuckled in his heart, "No, that hundred-yuan bill is fake." ”

The old man thought of this possibility, and his two eyebrows were also wrinkled together, and he stretched out his hand to take out the hundred-dollar bill in the bag that he had not had time to put into it, and put it in front of everyone's eyes.

His hands were trembling, he was worried that this money was **, you know, every penny he earned was his grandson's life-saving money, and it was his grandson's hope for healing, if he received a fake hundred-yuan bill, then his day's hard work would be in vain.

"Young man, is there anything wrong with this money?"

The old man asked a little nervously, the look in his eyes was a little panicked, for fear that this money was **.

Qin Shi took the banknote and comforted the old man: "Old man, don't worry. ”

After speaking, he walked to the yellow-haired young man and patted him on the shoulder, and then the yellow-haired young man turned around, his face flushed.

"This money is yours."

Qin Shi raised the hundred-yuan bill in his hand and said.

"Yes."

The yellow-haired young man saw that there were so many people watching, and he didn't dare to lie, so he bit his lip and said.

"See for yourself, is there something wrong with this money?"

The corners of Qin Shi's mouth rose in an arc, and he said with a smile, while speaking, he also cast a meaningful glance at the yellow-haired young man, as if to warn him of something.

The yellow-haired young man glanced at Qin Shi, he knew who the person standing in front of him was, and he also knew who the beautiful fairy-like woman beside Qin Shi was, a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes, his eyebrows were furrowed, and he didn't say anything for a while.

As if he was doing a psychological struggle, the yellow-haired young man also made his own decision after a while, he took the note from Qin Shi's hand, and said with a smack of his mouth.

"I'm sorry, this money is fake, I didn't pay attention to it myself."

Huang Mao said and stuffed the banknote back into his pocket, and then took out a brand-new hundred-yuan bill and handed it to Qin Shi.

Looking at the movements of the yellow-haired young man, Qin Shi's eyes also crossed a look of satisfaction, which seemed to be the best ending.

He knew that the yellow-haired young man had deliberately taken out this **, but he couldn't bear to see the sadness and helplessness in his heart after seeing the old man go home and knowing that this was **.

If he exposes the yellow-haired young man very bluntly, it may hit his heart, after all, the power of public opinion is too terrible, this is a young man in his early twenties, and he should be given a chance.

"Uncle, you put this money away, there is no problem."

Qin Shi turned around and handed the new note to the old man.

"Thank you, young man, for being a good man."

Although the old man is old, his ears are a little back, and his eyes are not very useful, but he has lived to such an old age, his heart is spacious, he knows what Qin Shi has done, so he is also very grateful in his heart.

** became a genuine coin, but the crowd around it still did not disperse, and the yellow-haired young man did not leave quickly.

Nearly 100 people blocked this step, and it also caused congestion for a while, this scene is somewhat familiar, Qin Shi remembered that something similar happened last time when he was in Jiangnan University Food Street.

However, that time it was Su Youxia who stood up and asked everyone to retreat and disperse in an orderly manner, but this time, Qin Shi decided to stand in front by himself.

"This is a tourist attraction, please let everyone out of the passage, the mountain is high and the road is dangerous, for the sake of safety."

Qin Shi shouted loudly to the surrounding crowd, hoping that everyone would not be surrounded together, because this would not only block the way for others to pass, but also be prone to some accidents.

Hearing Qin Shi say this, many people also consciously spread out a little, giving up a certain amount of space, and they all felt that what Qin Shi said was reasonable.

"I'd like to tell you a story if you'd like to."

Seeing everyone's orderly retreat, Qin Shi also breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and then he said to everyone.

"Okay."

I don't know who in the crowd took the lead, and then the responses sounded like a tide.

Many people sit on the ground, from the entrance of Puji Temple to the side of the steps, densely packed with people, at a glance it looks like a beautiful landscape.

And Qin Shi and Su Youxia are the most eye-catching existences on this landscape.

Su Youxia also found a stone and sat down, of course, Qin Shi had already wiped it clean for her before.

Qin Shi stood in the middle of the crowd and told a story, which was also told to him by others, it was the Puji master of Puji Temple, and he was just a reteller.

The story he told was very concise, but very touching, almost everyone present was moved by him, some of their eyes gradually moistened, and some of them had already burst into tears, I have to say that Qin Shi is a person who is very good at mobilizing people's emotions.

Seeing that everyone was infected by the story he told, Qin Shi didn't have anything particularly proud in his heart, and he set his sights on the old man who sold lotus roots, because this story was based on him.

In fact, when he was in Puji Temple for a long time, Master Puji told Qin Shi and Su Youxia the story about the old man, he knew that Su Youxia was a big star, and hoped that she could use some of her strength to help this poor old man.

Qin Shi noticed that the old man's eyes were already filled with tears, but he didn't cry out loud, because no matter how old he was, he was still a man, the man who was the pillar of the family.

Now that his son has fallen, and his grandson is also in danger, he has to stand up and continue to support this family, he has his own beliefs, as long as he lives, then this family, he will definitely hold on.

And after Qin Shi told this story, many tourists also wiped away the tears from the corners of their eyes, and stood up and walked in front of the old man, you fifty, I will donate to the old man one hundred.

At first, the old man still refused, but under Qin Shi's persuasion, the old man also accepted.

He told him that it was all the love of everyone, and that everyone hoped that his lovely grandson would be healed.

The old man said thank you so much that he probably couldn't even count himself, because there were so many people who donated to him.

When a person walked up to the old man, the look in Qin Shi's eyes also jumped, and he felt a little relieved.

It was the yellow-haired young man, who took out two crumpled hundred-dollar bills from his pocket and put them in front of the old man, and then turned away without looking back.

Qin Shi's gaze followed his departing figure, and he saw that he had torn a brand-new hundred-yuan bill to shreds and threw it into the trash can around the corner.

The corners of Qin Shi's mouth crossed a slight arc, he smiled, laughed from the heart, he felt that everything he had done was worth it.

Being able to seek some help for the old man, and at the same time, to make a young man lose his way, Qin Shi felt that even if he let himself jump into the pond and touch the loaches and get covered in mud, he would be willing.

What Qin Shi didn't know was that while he was doing all this, there was a person who had been paying attention to him.

That person was Master Puji, the presiding officer of Puji Temple, who stood at the door and saw everything Qin Shi had done.

"Amitabha, this son has such a mind, wisdom, great calamity and immortality, the future is promising, promising."

Master Puji clasped his hands together and said silently in his heart.