I studied hard for ten years, but because I didn't get high, I fell into the streets of the capital, wearing tattered clothes, selling my own handwriting, and became a poor and sour talent.

Maybe this is my retribution, punishing me for not working hard, and when I was taking the test to gain fame, I answered a lot of questions incorrectly, who is to blame for becoming like this now? I only blame myself for not being angry.

Today, I set up a stall to sell handwriting and didn't make money, so I closed the stall early and went home, and when I walked on the road, I saw a white-haired old man lying there, and immediately went over to help him up.

"Old uncle, are you alright?"

"Thank you, kind young man, there's a tavern in front of us, let's go there for two drinks."

"No, no, uncle, do you look at the clothes I am wearing, like a rich man?"

"I please."

At the old man's kind invitation, I was relieved and followed him to the big restaurant in front.

"Isn't this this year's candidate?"

"Yes, how can I be like this now, if I had been hanging myself, I would have committed suicide a long time ago."

"Although he has become a poor and sour talent, he has his own business and sets up a stall on the street."

"Hahaha."

After the people in the restaurant gossiped, they burst into laughter and cheered with their hands raised.

I didn't care, because I had already admitted in my heart that I was a poor and sour talent, so why bother with these words, so I lowered my head and sat in the position designated by the old uncle.

"Xiucai, what do you want to eat?"

"I ......" When I looked up, a proprietress who was wearing red clothes and wiped off her breasts was walking towards this table.

The old uncle deliberately understood God and asked, "What's the matter, isn't this restaurant bad?" Or is the proprietress ugly? ”

"No...... That's not what it means. I...... I still have something going on at home...... Go back first. ”

Just as I was talking, the proprietress came to the table, bent her waist, put the small wine jar on the table, and said with a smile: "This is my daughter red for free." ”

"Ahem, cough, cough......" At this time, I wanted to see the face of the proprietress clearly, and when I looked up, I saw a little bit of breasts, which made me blush for a moment, sit sideways, and constantly clear my throat.

"The people are gone."

"Really?"

"What the hell did you see, blushing like this?"

"I, I didn't see it."

"Who have you fooled, it's written on your face!"

Listening to the old uncle's words, I wanted to confirm whether the proprietress was still there, and slowly turned around, there was no one at the table, but I saw the proprietress standing in the bar to settle the accounts, with a sad face.

"Why don't you go over and help?" The old uncle pulled me up and pushed me out.

When I stood up, I hesitated, but the proprietress in the bar asked me for help, and that smile was really demagogic, but as a knowledgeable talent, of course, I had to withstand this temptation, approached the bar, took the bill and abacus, and after a while made the accounts clear.

"Xiucai is educated, it's better to stay and be my account housekeeper."

"Xiaosheng is not rich, the proprietress is really kind-hearted, thank you, you took me in, a poor talent."

"Where."

Then I did everything in the restaurant, completely forgetting the identity of Xiucai, and I was satisfied when I saw the proprietress smiling at me.

But a month later, I didn't expect things to change, the proprietress who had always regarded me as the housekeeper of the bookkeeper, who was not close to me at all, now personally brought me water and tea, and even wiped my sweat for me.

Later, when we spent candles in the cave room, I lifted her headscarf, and I believed that we could come together.