rebirth good people have good rewards

Chapter 50

Sitting on a chair in the rest area of ​​the shopping mall, Chen Ming searched for the word birthday gift on his mobile phone.

He never thought that if he had money, he had to hide it, and he didn't think that he couldn't spend money lavishly while doing good deeds. Maybe it was a kind of nouveau riche mentality. It should be done, how can it be fun not to do it?

Everyone should have this kind of vulgar heart. He doesn't believe in the plots written in many online novels. A person has become a godly hero, but he insists on pretending to be poor everywhere. His life is very simple, which is ridiculous. ?
In fact, according to Chen Ming's own heart, such things as birthday gifts are superfluous. No matter what you give, it is better to give money directly. Anyway, if someone asks him what gift he wants to receive most on his birthday, he will definitely say money. .
But the act of giving money does seem too tacky. It’s not arrogant, it’s really rustic.
Today is Chinese New Year's Eve, and there are quite a few people shopping in the shopping mall. There are couples and a family of three. Only Chen Ming is alone, which seems a little strange.

Nana really drank too much last night. She wasn't awake when Chen Ming went out in the morning. She didn't know if she had gotten up yet. Chen Ming sent her a message, telling her that she could order room service for whatever she wanted to eat. , but she didn’t reply, so she might still be able to get up.

In the end, Chen Ming still didn't know what to buy, so he bought the latest iPhone according to what was said on the Internet. The so-called listening to people's advice to eat enough, so many people on the Internet said that girls like this, it will never work if you follow it What's wrong.

The faces of the people all over the street were full of joy, and everyone was carrying all kinds of New Year's goods in their hands, which made Chen Ming feel a bit like the New Year's Eve. He put his mobile phone in the car and asked the driver to rest for a while and have a meal. , intending to take a walk on the street by myself.

There are a lot of stalls selling Spring Festival couplets on the roadside, and some of them are even written by the stall owners themselves. Half of them at this level are older. How many young people can learn calligraphy? Never even used a brush.

Chen Ming also joined in the fun, bought a pair of couplets that he liked, and bought half a catty of ready-made dumpling stuffing and dumpling wrappers. This is something he does every Spring Festival. Anyway, it’s the Chinese New Year. He makes a few dumplings and cooks them himself. eat.

Anyway, the hotel has everything, cooking a few dumplings should not be a problem.

After walking around with the handbag for a while, an old man squatting on the side of the road attracted Chen Ming's attention.

He walked over and looked at the small half sheet of plastic paper in front of the old man, with four or five pairs of handmade insoles on it. The old man looked about six or seventy years old, with wrinkles on his face, half of his hair was gray, the cotton coat on his body was a bit worn out, and his hands tucked into the sleeve.

"Auntie, how do you sell insoles?"

"One piece and five pairs. If it doesn't fit, I can change it for you!" The old man glanced at the leather shoes on Chen Ming's feet, picked out a pair from the pairs of insoles in front of him, and handed it to him, "You should be 41 feet Let's see if this pair fits."

Chen Ming took the insole with both hands and looked at it. It was indeed made by himself. The stitches were delicate and even in thickness. There was also a flower embroidered on it. The red petals and green leaves were lifelike.

Although he couldn't tell what kind of flower it was, it reminded him of his mother. He also wore this kind of insole when he was a child. At that time, the family was poor and the children grew up fast, so when buying shoes, he always bought one size bigger. That way you can wear it for two more years, so many times you can’t wear the insole without putting it in the shoes, and it’s easy to fall off after a few steps.

Corresponding to the exquisite insoles are the hands of the old man. The skin on her hands is cracked, and she even has several chilblains.

These hands are very similar to the hands of his mother in Chen Ming's memory, rough and ugly, but they can protect him from wind and rain.

When he was young, he was ignorant, and always felt that his mother was inferior to other people's mothers, she was not good-looking, and her clothes were tattered, especially her hands were the ugliest, with many cracks on them, and the cracks always looked dirty Xixi.

Sometimes his mother likes to touch his face, and he will feel a little disgusted and avoid it on purpose.

Chen Ming felt that his eyes were a little sore. He sat down on the ground next to the old man, took off his shoes, and tried to stuff the insoles in. The size was just right.

"Auntie, people nowadays buy shoes that are just right. There aren't many people buying insoles, are they?"

Chen Ming asked while taking off the other shoe.

The aunt sighed: "Yeah, sometimes you can't sell a pair in a day. The times are different. Unlike ours, some people still have two layers of insoles in their shoes!"

"It's such a cold day, why don't you stay at home, and it's Chinese New Year, why come out and suffer this?"

"How can I stay at home, I have to come out to make money!"

"What about your wife and children?"

"My wife left early, and my child got cancer a few years ago and passed away, so I'm the only one left!" The aunt seemed unwilling to say more, and rearranged the remaining pairs of insoles on the plastic sheet.

Chen Ming put the shoes on, stood up and tried them on. The shoes were just fitting, and the insoles felt a bit cramped, but he didn't take out the insoles, but asked: "Auntie, it just fits. The insoles you made It’s really comfortable, how many pairs do I have left? I bought them all for my family! I can’t buy these handmade insoles anymore!”

"Ah? Both?" The aunt seemed very happy, "There are still four pairs, but none of them are 41. Can you use them if you want them?"

Chen Ming picked up the remaining pairs of insoles on the plastic sheet and stuffed them into his pockets, and said with a smile, "Okay, I have a lot of family members, are these the only ones? You didn't make a few more pairs?"

"I just made these few pairs. There are fewer people buying insoles now. If I make too many, I'm afraid I won't be able to sell them." The aunt happily took out a plastic bag from her pocket, "I have a bag, can I pack it for you?"

"No, aunt, five pairs are a total of 7 yuan. This is 5 yuan. No need to look for it. I'm celebrating the New Year. I wish you a happy New Year!" Chen Ming gave the old man ten yuan and turned around before she could refuse. Walk.

"Hey, young man!"

The old man yelled twice, but Chen Ming got into the crowd and disappeared immediately. She couldn't move, so she had to accept the money, and tremblingly put away the half piece of plastic sheet on the ground.

In fact, Chen Ming didn't leave, he stood not far away, and when he saw that the aunt was about to leave, he followed from a distance.

The old man's home was far away, and it took almost an hour to walk there. It was a row of old houses, which must have been there for a long time, but the old man did not go in. Instead, he walked to a room built with wooden boards next to the row of houses. small house.

The door was also a large wooden board, without a lock, but tied with a rope, and the old man untied the rope and walked in.

Chen Ming couldn't see the whole thing inside, but he could tell that this small wooden house couldn't be insulated at all. There were gaps everywhere. It was just covered with waste newspapers and plastic sheets. The house looked only four or five square meters in size. You can guess without going in that there is room for nothing except a bed.

Chen Ming's home was like this when he was a child. During the six years of elementary school, others often asked his classmates to play at his own home. He never did it once, because his home was too small and dilapidated, and he didn't even have an extra bench.

On top of that, at that time he felt ashamed of himself living in this environment
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