Wen Xiao walked in the direction of the commercial street without hurrying, passing by a breakfast stall, and the fragrance wafting made even Wen Xiao, who had just eaten breakfast, couldn't help drooling, he walked forward and glanced at the various breakfast dishes on the plate, steamed buns, soy milk fritters, soup dumplings, siu mai and fragrant sauce cakes.

"Little brother, what do you want to eat?" The proprietress asked at Wen Xiao

"Uh..."

In fact, Wen Xiao just wanted to come and take a look, but he didn't expect that there were still a few guests beside him, but the proprietress noticed him. He was about to pretend not to hear it and leave, but then he thought about it, he could buy some and save it for lunch, yesterday he had to eat a bowl of the cheapest noodles on the side of the commercial street for eight yuan, but he felt sorry for him.

"That sauce cake is less money?"

"The price hasn't changed from before, it's still two dollars and five, how many do you want?"

As she spoke, the proprietress picked up a bag next to her and put it on her hand, ready to take a few sauce cakes

"Then take a... Eh, forget it, just get me two steamed buns, or one for a dollar, right? ”

Wen Xiao finally hesitated for a while and chose to buy two steamed buns, which were cheap and full, even if they were cold at noon, they were still delicious.

Besides, he didn't have much money on him, so he had to save some money. At the end of last month, he just paid the rent, water and electricity, and the salary at the convenience store was also dragged by Zhao Wei and was delayed for a long time, and he now has less than 400 yuan left. If it weren't for the money he earned from two basketball games not long ago, he would not only be in arrears with school tuition, but he would not even be able to pay the rent.

"Yes, our family has never raised the price."

The proprietress smiled, and she didn't care why she asked Xiao for steamed buns again, opened the steamer, took out two steaming steamed buns from it, loaded them and handed them to Wen Xiao.

Wen Xiao took it and thanked him, then handed the two yuan to the proprietress and continued walking.

Hiding not far away, Wen Xiaoting was very strange, obviously why did her brother buy two more steamed buns after breakfast, and he didn't eat them, so he carried them in his hand, but he didn't think much about it and continued to follow behind Wen Xiao.

After a while, it came to business

I saw Wen Xiao walk into a training institution and walk out with a stack of leaflets

I saw Wen Xiao handing out leaflets to passers-by flatteringly along a road

Sometimes it is accepted with a smile

Sometimes they are rejected with cold eyes

Some of them are held in their hands and flipped through them at will

Some were discarded at will

Unconsciously

The time is also twelve o'clock at noon

Wen Xiao finally handed out the few remaining flyers in his hand

Wen Xiao found a remote alley and sat down, took out a steamed bun from the bag he had been carrying in his hand and gnawed it slowly, every time he took a bite, he would make a difficult swallowing motion, and the steamed bun that had been put for a long time became a little hard.

And Wen Xiaoting, who was hiding not far away, looked at the twenty yuan she had saved in her hand with a daze. This is the lunch fee that Wen Xiao will give her every day.

In fact, the best lunch in Xiaoting School is less than 15 yuan, how can you use 20 yuan? This is just the pocket money that Wen Xiao changed the law to give her, and Wen Xiao didn't want to ask Xiao Ting to wait for others to finish eating every day before going to the cafeteria to eat the rest of the leftovers, but to be able to eat the freshest and best meal for the first time every day, and even have extra money every day to go to the commissary with her classmates to buy some snacks to taste.

Sorry can't give you the best, but it certainly can't be the worst either.

This is the attitude that Wen Xiao has always had towards his sister

...

Blissful lunchtime always rushes by

It was half past twelve

Wen Xiao wore a bear puppet suit this time, still holding a stack of flyers in his hand and came out of the training institution, handing out flyers to passers-by again and again around the area he was responsible for as in the morning, probably because he was wearing a cute puppet suit this time, with fewer white eyes and more smiles.

But asking Xiao is not comfortable, and at the same time, he understands that wearing a puppet suit to distribute flyers can obviously increase money and improve efficiency, but still not many people choose to do so.

Because it was stuffy and hot inside, I repeatedly breathed in the carbon dioxide I spit out, and sometimes I would 'slap', 'pull', and 'pull' my head in front of some passers-by 'jokingly'. At this time, the rope that connects the hood around the neck will tighten the neck, and it will become very difficult to breathe, but Wen Xiao can only endure helplessly, silently praying in his heart that passers-by can quickly get tired of playing and leave.

Like now

In front of him, a sturdy man was holding a little boy, and the little boy was pulling the ears of Wen Xiaoxiao's hood back and forth, the rope around his neck was tightened and loosened, and Wen Xiao's face hidden in the hood turned red.

"Xiaohao, have you had enough?" The man looked at the little boy dotingly

The little boy patted Wen Xiao's head vigorously again before he withdrew his hand and muttered, "The little bear is motionless, it's really boring." ”

The man smiled, "How about Dad buy you the latest little robot?" It's still the kind that can control the ground. ”

"Really?" The little boy looked at the man with a look of surprise

"Of course it's true, let's go to the front mall and buy it."

After the man finished speaking, he said to Wen Xiao, "The child is not sensible, don't worry about it, or you can give me two leaflets, it can be regarded as a help for you." ”

Although the man said sorry words, the contempt in his tone was unmistakable

Wen Xiao thanked him, then took out two flyers and handed them to the man.

The man held the boy in one hand and took the flyer with the other free.

At this moment, a small white hand stretched out from the side, first grabbed the back of the man's hand with his fingernails, and then snatched the leaflet he had released.

Wen Xiao's attention was immediately attracted by the owner of this little hand, wearing a peaked cap that was so low that it was impossible to see the face clearly; He was wrapped in a trench coat that covered his whole body and even had a small section dragged on the ground; A little girl with a little messy pale yellow short hair that mischievously slipped out of her hat to reveal her gender.

Why does it feel so familiar?

"Imp!"

The man let out a loud shout, as if his hand was cut by the little girl's nails, and he couldn't contain the anger in his heart.

The little boy he was holding was put down, and then a pair of hands quickly grabbed the little girl. The little girl seemed to be on guard, and deftly dodged the man's swift hand. But because she was too small and her small steps were too small, when the man grabbed her again, she was scraped by a finger of the man in time, and her body suddenly didn't stand firmly, and she sat on the ground, and the hat that was tightly buttoned flew out, revealing a small and cute face.

At this time, the man did not feel pity for the little girl who fell to the ground, but took the opportunity to slap the little girl in the face.

The wind of this rapid slap blew mercilessly on the little girl's immature cheeks, but her expression did not have a trace of fear, but raised her head high and stared at the palm that was close at hand.

Passers-by who saw this situation closed their eyes in fear, and such a strong slap could directly knock people out even if it hit an adult man in the face, let alone such a petite little girl.

The crisp sound of 'pop' made the surrounding passers-by who had not noticed the situation here look sideways

Curiously looking at the bear puppet half-kneeling on the ground, one hand protecting a cute little girl, and one hand blocking another man's bruises and bulging arms.

"What are you doing?"

The man asked angrily, obviously the little ghost who didn't know what he was provoking just now was about to be slapped by himself, but the sudden appearance of a nosy Xiao made him very aggrieved, and at the same time he was a little secretly frightened, how could he be considered an amateur boxer, and the slap that had almost no spare strength just now was actually taken by Wen Xiao so easily.

He didn't dare to make a random move anymore, this was not to ask Xiaoting about the little girl who had no power to resist.

But Wen Xiao didn't pay attention to him at all, nervously holding his hands and asking Xiao Ting's little face with concern, "Xiao Ting, are you okay?" Did you get hurt somewhere? ”