When night comes, the streets of Tianjin look like a sea of lights decorated with pearls and amber.

The small streets of Tianjin are full of people, like a flowing stream, endlessly, and the smell of food comes from the street stalls.

Roadside customers eat delicious food stalls, eat barbecue, and drink beer, not to mention how fast.

The wide road is full of cars of all kinds, flowing like a colorful river.

A crooked, narrow street, filled with a foul smell, crosses other narrow and crooked streets.

There were many homeless people lying on the side of the street, all dressed in shabby clothes, with a pungent stench coming from their shabby clothes, all of which were full of simmering diseases.

In a park not far from the street.

Zhang Heming was lying on a public stone chair, lying weakly.

Now that I have no money, how can I do that? For a while, I couldn't accept it.

It's useless to complain about yourself, and it's useless now.

I'm so hungry right now, and the feeling of hunger filling my whole body, like a needle pricking the tip of my hand, and I can't stand it when I retract my hand in such a way that I can't stand it.

Because I don't have any money, I haven't eaten now, and my stomach keeps rumbling.

In order not to let hunger defeat me, I sat up from my chair with hunger and meditated cross-legged to put myself into a state of meditation so that I would not feel hungry.

Because the hunger pangs were so intense that I couldn't get into meditation, not eating caused my low blood sugar to start flare-up and my eyes to start blackening.

I spent the night hungry, and by the time I woke up the next morning, I was woken up by hunger.

I slowed down and sat up from my chair, now I'm hungry, I'm going to find something to eat.

I dragged my tired body to the lake in the park, washed my face, and went looking for something to eat.

Walking on the streets of Tianjin, looking at the snack bars of every household, the guests are eating breakfast, looking at me, my heart is itching.

Zhang Heming stood in front of a store, watching the guests eat breakfast, and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

I wanted to ask for something to eat, but I accepted it again for the sake of face.

In the face of myself and still not asking the boss for help, I walked in a daze, and the smell of the roadside stalls always made me salivate.

But I don't have any money now, so I hesitate for a long time in front of the booth every time, and finally give up.

The scorching sun hung high in the sky, scorching the asphalt road and constantly emitting heat.

Without food on an empty stomach, my hypoglycemia began to flare up, and with the scorching sun, my vision began to blur a little.

The body shook suddenly, and he fell to his knees at once, startling all the passers-by.

But no one approached, and they all cast strange glances.

I was about to fall to the ground in front of my eyes, and at that moment my body was held up. I squinted at the person who was supporting me, a girl in her twenties.

She asked, "What's wrong with you?" ”

She saw that my lips were starting to turn purple and her face was pale, so she quickly pinched me.

I was much more awake, and she helped me to sit down next to me and handed me a glass of mineral water.

She fed it to me carefully, and I felt better after drinking the water, but my head was still a little blurry.

She asked, "Classmate, what's wrong with you?" ”

I looked at her weakly: "Thank you, I~ I have low blood sugar." ”

At this time, my stomach rumbled, and she smiled and said, "You should be hungry, I'll treat you to eat!" ”

It warmed my heart, and she helped me to a fast food restaurant and ordered me a quick meal.

She sat across from me and handed me the fast food, and I looked at the food, and I didn't care about my own image.

Eat fast, "Slow down, not enough to be on the spot." ”

She invited me to this meal, and I am very grateful to her, and I will definitely repay her for this meal.

I ate the plate and she looked at me and said, "Classmate, how can you be like this?" ”

I told him about the loss of my bank card, and he took out 200 yuan from his backpack and handed it to me.

"Now, two hundred dollars is not much, you can buy some food."

I was very touched by her actions, and I was touched by the warmth when she invited me to dinner and gave me money.

I thanked her again and again, "It's okay, everyone will have difficult times, I worked and studied part-time in college, and I also encountered such a thing, I understand you." ”

I looked at her and could see that the corners of her eyes were wet, and at this moment, I could not express my gratitude to her in a thousand words.

I said to her, "I will definitely repay you for this meal." ”

She smiled, "It's just a meal, don't do this, even if I invite you." ”

Then I don't want her phone, and when I have money, I will repay her for a meal.

Then after she paid for me, she went to leave the fast food restaurant.

When I saw her walking, I saw the way she walked, and she walked in an official step, which shows that as a girl, she can become an official in the near future.

And Yintang is red, obviously to be promoted and make a fortune, and sure enough, good people will have good rewards.

After a full meal, I have to think about the next meal, after all, now that I have fallen to such a point, I can't help it.

If I had a guitar with me, I could still make money, but I can't do it without a guitar now.

Although I don't have a guitar, I still have the ability, and I can help people on the street with Taoist skills, after all, I also carry a lot of magic weapons in my backpack.

Now there is no way but to go to the street stalls to tell fortunes.

My master also instructed me to tell fortunes and read faces, so I should make money.

So I found a paper box, opened it and wrote it on the paper, looking at the physiognomy, measuring the eight characters, looking at yin and yang feng shui, folding the days, and so on.

After I finished writing, I went to the empty seat near the square and began to set up a stall to tell fortunes.

It is not surprising to say that fortune-telling is a thing, but the opportunity to tell fortune-telling on the street is the old man and the old lady.

How could there be a twenty-year-old guy setting up a stall on the street to tell fortunes, and the passers-by all cast strange glances at me.

Some people even said that I came out to deceive at such a young age, and I am sorry that I am so handsome.

This made me embarrassed for a while, but there was no way, I could only accept my fate, as long as I made money, I would buy a guitar and I would sell it, and I didn't want to tell the fortune.

After all, this fortune telling is really embarrassing, and at this moment, I am also very embarrassed to myself.

Looking at the beggars begging on the roadside, they all begged for more money than I did, and they earned a lot of money.

I spent an afternoon in the square, eating half a loaf of bread in my hand, and I really didn't feel good about it.

I don't know why I started to feel homesick, but I didn't dare to call my parents about my situation at this moment, and I was afraid that I would be worried.

It's past three o'clock now, and with no guests coming, I'm probably going to have to drink the northwest wind again for almost the next few days.

But I can't help it, just leave it at that, I don't believe that no one will come.

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[At the end of this chapter, what will happen to Zhang Heming when he sets up a stall to tell fortunes? 】