Lost in the world

On the sunny and sunny streets of Kunming, a group of slim girls in Hanfu walked by holding a round fan and smiling, their waist-length green silk jade scratched their heads, their skirts were elegant, and their sleeves were full of fragrance, attracting countless passers-by to stop and take pictures.

At this time, a sour voice from the side of the road said: "What is this little girl wearing now, like singing on a stage?"

"Sir, this is Hanfu. I have a younger sister who looks like a little fairy in Hanfu. But it's really expensive..."

Say it with a sigh

In the flower bed by the roadside, there was a plastic bag in his arms, and he buried his head in his hands with sesame seed cakes. The young man who looked shabby and embarrassed only had a broken bowl in front of him and yelled: Please do me good, I haven’t eaten for several days. One dollar!However, Mo Qingxuan didn't bother to do things like begging. He would rather go to the construction site to move bricks and sweep the streets under the sun.

Thinking of this, an old man in ragged clothes walked up to him, holding a broken bowl in his hand: "I haven't eaten for several days, give me a few dollars."

Mo Qingxuan lowered his head to drink water and ignored it.

The kind-hearted people on the side donated generously, and the broken bowl was filled with red, green and green banknotes in a short while.The old man's dark face engraved with bark lines showed a humble and heart-wrenching smile, and then he sent the broken bowl to Mo Qingxuan, and heard the old man say: "You look like a kind boy, give me a few yuan Is money enough to eat?"

"..."

However, Mo Qingxuan was indifferent, his eyes downcast and silent, even somewhat inhumanly indifferent.

The bowl full of coins is the kindness of many passers-by, but the handsome young man in front of him is unwilling to even take out a dollar, especially the old man's begging posture is humble and weak, and the broken bowl is a few inches closer, almost sticking to it. to Mo Qingxuan's face.The eyes looking around are already dissatisfied, and the whispering accusations and crusades can be vaguely heard.

At this moment, Mo Qingxuan had tens of dollars left in his pocket. Seeing that the old man was pitiful, should he give it away?At this moment, a soft and tender voice sounded extremely sharply in the chaos like a vast ocean, and said loudly:

"—You have hands and feet, and you can sell money by picking up garbage. Why do you ask others for money? They are not your parents or your children, and they are not obliged to give you money. Even if you are hungry, begging for these things You have enough money, why don’t you think it’s not enough, wanting to ask for it? I only know how to pretend to be pitiful, and if I ask for money, I have to give it. If I don’t give it, I have no compassion. Could it be that our money is blown by the wind?”

Which young master is this who doesn't know the sufferings of the world?

Mo Qingxuan raised his eyebrows, looked past the begging old man, looked behind the old man, and saw a young man in school uniform standing in the crowd, with a gentle temperament, soft hair and a fair face, like an innocent little rabbit, But the eyes that scrutinize people are very bright, and even have a bit of sharpness that is completely opposite to temperament and face.The boy was carrying a heavy schoolbag on his shoulders, and he should be a junior high school student who went to school nearby.

"Also, my family lives nearby. Every day when I pass this road, I can see your kindness begging for money and deceiving others. It has nothing to do with me and I don't bother to care about it, but you open your eyes and take a good look, that big brother Like a rich person—eating sesame seed cakes worth two yuan each, holding plastic bags full of medicines, looking poorer than you! Elderly man, you can’t just bully someone because of their kindness, can you?”

...Eating sesame seed cakes that cost two yuan each

poorer than beggars

--puff!

Mo Qingxuan clutched his chest, feeling some internal injuries.

However, the boy was right, he is really poor~!

Yesterday I made a whole hundred by moving bricks and managing meals, but I lost it after a visit to a small clinic, and I also put in the meal money for the next two days.

Mo Qingxuan was filled with remorse, seeing a doctor cost too much money, he should be frugal, why not refund the 288 yuan a night in the hotel and find a B&B?Phoenix doesn't look like a rich man either. If he can save as much as he can, he probably won't object to his proposal.

After the crowd dispersed, Mo Qingxuan raised his head in embarrassment, looked at the young man's delicate and delicate face, and said earnestly, "Thank you."

The boy nodded and said, "You're welcome."

Mo Qingxuan watched the boy's back go away, the corners of his mouth turned up unconsciously, and there was a warm and delicate touch in his heart besides surprise.

After nibbling the dried sesame seed cakes, he took out the pills in the plastic bag, swallowed them, and took another sip of mineral water to swallow.After sitting for a while, his head was not as dizzy as before, Mo Qingxuan just got up, intending to go back to the hotel to rest, passing a remote alleyway.

A fat orange cat stopped in the middle of the road. He bent down and touched the smooth and delicate fur.

Walking through the alleyway covered with small rental advertisements, I saw a tall building rising from the ground, and vehicles passing by.

He was waiting for the traffic lights when there was a commotion in front of him. The passing vehicles stopped and pedestrians surrounded him. Many people screamed:

"—Call 120! Someone fainted—"

- an old man fainted

However, no one dared to help, for fear of getting into trouble.

Just as Mo Qingxuan was about to step forward, he suddenly felt a chill on his back, and two murderous gazes pierced through the air, stabbing his back with substantial damage.He looked up subconsciously, and saw a young man in a windbreaker standing on the overpass not far away, surrounded by a cold aura.But he soon realized that the murderous intent was not directed at him, but——

"Grandma! Grandma—!"

A familiar teenager rushed out of the crowd and knelt down in front of the old man.

Mo Qingxuan stepped forward a few steps to help, and the young man gave him a grateful look.When he raised his head again, the figure on the overpass suddenly disappeared. In the warm weather, he couldn't help shaking a layer of goosebumps.

more and more concerned

……

The old man was just suffering from heat stroke and was fine.

The boy bowed deeply: "Thank you."

He asked with interest: "What's your name?"

"Li Stop"

"You, have your family offended..."

However, Mo Qingxuan hesitated again, he didn't know how to ask some questions, and it seemed inconvenient for him to intervene in some matters.