A foreign city, dear you

The pot-bellied man also had a look of surprise on his face. He realized something was a little messed up and something was wrong.

"Oh my God, my socks, my socks!" The female stall owner on the right wailed.

Some red carbon blocks or carbon stars were scattered on her socks. Her socks were soon burned with many large and small holes, and some even had sparks, which made her jump up in panic. He stepped all over his socks.

When Lin Shushen reacted, he saw that his oven had been blocked by others, and the sweet potatoes that had fallen on the ground had been trampled to pieces.

Fortunately, the weather was cooler, and the fiery red color on the surface of the coke slowly faded.

Lin Shushen immediately wanted to go back to his oven and pick up the charcoal and sweet potatoes.

But before he took two steps, his clothes were firmly grasped by the female stall owner on the right.

"You want to escape?" The female stall owner's eyes widened with anger: "You burned my socks, and you still want to escape? You have to pay for my socks!"

"I didn't burn your socks, it was him who kicked my oven." Lin Shushen defended and pointed at the pot-bellied man.

But where is the shadow of the man with a big belly?

The pot-bellied man didn't know when he had taken advantage of the chaos and escaped.

Lin Shushen was dumbfounded.

The female stall owner refused to let go now, and declared in a sharp voice: "I don't care! It was your charcoal that burned my socks, and I will ask you to pay for it."

Lin Shushen didn't know how to explain.

The crowd slowly gathered. Some people who didn't know the truth also started talking about it.

"Yes, if you burn someone's socks, you should pay for it!"

"Why are you so careless that such red coals can fall out?"

"I was burned."

"I stepped on a rotten sweet potato."

……

Lin Shushen felt his head buzzing.

But it's not the worst.

"Holy shit!" A man's rich voice loudly covered up the discussion of others: "The pair of pants I just bought has a big hole in it! How do you calculate this?"

When everyone heard this, some were surprised, some snickered, and most of them just watched the fun, and they all looked at the man who spoke.

This man, wearing a black jacket and tall, pushed through the crowd and pushed forward.

"Whose charcoal fire is this?" he asked sharply.

Someone pointed at Lin Shushen: "It belongs to him."

The man in the jacket came to Lin Shushen and said sarcastically: "Big boss, has your business made money? But you can't just make money for yourself and harm others, right?"

"I didn't." Lin Shushen's voice was low.

"You still say no?!" the man in the jacket asked angrily: "Look at my pants, didn't you do it? Don't say it was my pants that got on your charcoal!"

The man in the jacket said, reaching out to grab Lin Shushen's left arm to show him the holes in his pants.

Lin Shushen watched him catch him and did not dodge.

He has already given up, things are already like this, and he can't afford to pay for it anyway, so the man in the jacket can deal with it as he pleases.

But the man in the jacket didn't expect that the arm he reached out to grasp was soft and deflated.

The man in the jacket was stunned and asked in disbelief: "You only have one hand?"

Lin Shushen said nothing, and he was speechless.

After hearing this, everyone stretched out their heads and looked at Lin Shushen's arms carefully under the light.

"Really, only one hand."

"Didn't notice his sleeves were empty."

"It's not easy either, with one hand."

……

The sound of discussion floated into Lin Shushen's ears, and he felt his throat was choked and his nose was sore.

"It's gone! It's gone!" The man in the jacket waved to everyone and said loudly: "It's not easy to make a living when you are away from home. Everyone, please be considerate and give him a way out."

Lin Shushen was surprised. The man in the jacket who was so aggressive just now could actually save him?

At that moment, he felt so grateful that the man in the jacket was simply a hero who spoke out for justice, warm-hearted and tall.

Everyone dispersed, each busy with his or her own business.

The man in the jacket no longer asked Lin Shushen to pay for his pants. After seeing everyone disperse, he also left.

Nice guy!

Lin Shushen looked at the jacket man's leaving figure and didn't know what to say.

He didn't know the name of the man in the jacket, and he hadn't even seen his face clearly yet, but he would always remember the scene when the man in the jacket waved everyone away to help him.

Finally no more confusion.

Now I can go back to my oven.

As soon as Lin Shushen raised his feet, he felt someone grabbed his clothes again.

It’s the same female stall owner selling socks.

"Brother." The female stall owner was no longer so fierce: "I know it's not easy for you, but it's not easy for me to make money either. Look, you burned so many of my socks, not just one or two pairs. I don't want to embarrass you either. , you see you have to pay my cost."

Next to the female stall owner was a pile of socks full of holes.

The female stall owner spoke sincerely, and Lin Shushen felt that she could no longer refuse. Although I didn't mean to burn his or her socks, it was indeed my own charcoal fire that burned them.

"Then tell me the number. Let me see if I have that much money." Lin Shushen whispered.

Lin Shushen was so sad. He had finally earned about a hundred yuan. After excluding daily living expenses, he still had less than a hundred yuan. He didn't expect that something like this would happen tonight, and the little money he had left would not be guaranteed.

"Forget it for fifty, you see, all my socks have holes, and there are some that are burnt that I haven't picked out yet." The female stall owner looked very considerate.

Lin Shushen listened and stopped arguing.

He silently took out the money, then squatted down silently, holding the crumpled coins from selling sweet potatoes between his thighs, and drew them one by one with his right hand. He collected fifty and silently handed it to Female stall owner.

Lin Shushen was so heartbroken.

The hard work of the past few days, and the money I finally earned one by one, were all wasted unjustly.

The female stall owner finally stopped grabbing Lin Shushen's clothes.

Lin Shushen silently picked up his oven.

He silently picked up the crushed sweet potatoes and the extinguished charcoal, then dragged the oven towards his tricycle.

As he walked, he looked at his tricycle.

His eyes slowly became confused, then anxious.

He quickly came to the place where he started to set up his stall. His tricycle was parked there, but now it was gone.

Lin Shushen looked around and saw no sign of the tricycle. He asked the people next to him and they all said

I didn't see his tricycle.

Strange, why did the tricycle disappear?