As soon as the author entered the store, all the people who ate melons looked at him and laughed, and someone shouted: "A soup, it's going to be on the shelves again?"

The two dishes and soup didn't answer, and said to the cabinet: "A subscription, and a monthly pass." ”

Eight chapters were released for storage.

They deliberately shouted again: "Sooner or later, I'm going to hit the street again, and the crotch is long gone!"

The two of them opened their eyes wide and said, "Why do you slander people's innocence out of thin air like this......"

"What innocence? I saw with my own eyes the day before yesterday that your book recommendation was at the bottom, and the recommendation tickets and rewards were hung by your peers. ”

As soon as the two dishes were souped, their faces turned red, and the green tendons on their foreheads bloomed, arguing: "The collection at the bottom can't be regarded as hitting the street...... Someone watched...... Can the story of a writer be considered a hit on the street?"

One after another, it is difficult to understand, what "channel explosion", what "100 can be boutique", etc., which caused everyone to laugh, and the screen was full of happy air......

Two dishes and one soup make people happy like this, but without him, others will live like this.

One day, about two or three days before the Mid-Autumn Festival, the shopkeeper was slowly checking out, taking off the powder board, and suddenly said: "Two dishes and one soup have not come for a long time, and there are still many chapters owed!"

A man who watched the pirated version said, "How could he come?...... He broke his leg. ”

The shopkeeper said, "Oh!"

"He is still a street hitter, this time, he was unconscious, and he actually went to the Biqu Pavilion and the schoolbag network home, saying what to support the genuine, support the starting point, and protect his rights. Is this something that can be done?"

"What happened?"

"How about it? First I wrote a defense, then I beat it, I fought for most of the night, and then I broke my leg. ”

"And then?"

"Later, I discounted my legs. ”

"What about the discount?"

"How?...... Who knows? ”

"Dead, why is the book still updating!"

"That's what I said, but my leg is broken, and I can write ...... my hand is still there."

The shopkeeper didn't ask anymore, and still slowly settled his account.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the autumn wind is getting cooler and cooler day by day, looking at the early winter, and the whole day is on the fire, and you must also wear a cotton jacket.

In the second half of the day, there was not a single customer.

Suddenly, a voice sounded: "Let's get a subscription, does the shopkeeper still have a monthly pass?"

The voice was very low, but it was familiar.

There was no one at all.

Standing up and looking out, the two dishes and soup were sitting on the threshold under the counter.

His face was black and thin, and he wore a torn jacket, crossed his legs, and a pouch underneath, which was hung over his shoulders with a straw rope. I met the guy, took out the manuscript of three chapters, and said: "Let's have a subscription ......"

The shopkeeper also stuck out his head and said, "Two dishes and one soup?

"Will pay back, will pay back......"

The look in his eyes was very much like begging the shopkeeper not to mention it again.

At this time, several people had gathered, and their eyes were full of unbearability.

"Actually, "Xueba's Reiki Revival" is still good!"

"It's just a cigarette money, I subscribed to him ......"

"Count me in ......"

"Shopkeeper, let's order a soup of mushroom ......"

"I still have a commuter pass!"

"Such a pitiful !!"

But after a while, there were several subscriptions in front of the two dishes and one soup, as well as a small pile of monthly passes, and even a few rewards.

"Thank you, thank you, great man, living bodhisattva......"

The two dishes and one soup grabbed the ground with their heads, tears filled their eyes, there is true love in the world, and this winter can be survived.