Jiang Xiaoshuai glanced outside, the first snow since the beginning of winter, the thick soles of his shoes rubbed on the ground twice, it was really slippery, he won't go back tonight, he will continue to live in the clinic.
Wu Suowei sat cross-legged on the single bed in the back room, took a deep breath, and let it out slowly, chanting words.
Jiang Xiaoshuai patted Wu Suowei's head, "What?"
"Don't make trouble." Wu Suowei grabbed Jiang Xiaoshuai's dishonest hand, "I'm cultivating temperament and understanding wisdom."
Jiang Xiaoshuai turned the back of Wu Suowei's hand over, it was covered with bruises. Even though Wu Suowei didn't say anything, Jiang Xiaoshuai knew that this guy was appointed to be bullied outside, so it's his luck to go home. But this is also good, forbearance is better than heartlessness, he will get angry, which proves that he has reacted to the harm of others, and no longer takes it for granted that he suffers.
After a long time, Wu Suowei said, "I don't want to be a peddler anymore."
Jiang Xiaoshuai looked at him, "Do you feel that you have no dignity? No social status? Isn't it as decent as your previous job?"
"No." Wu Suowei sighed, "I did the math just now. I worked for a week and earned a total of two hundred yuan. I took two tricycles, two stainless steel drums and three spoons. I paid the bill.”
Can you not pay? After only one week of working, two incidents happened. It seems that being a hawker is also risky.
"Then what are you going to do?" Jiang Xiaoshuai asked.
Wu Suowei said after careful consideration, "Street artist."
The muscles on Jiang Xiaoshuai's face twitched.
"I've thought about it. To be a hawker requires investment and stocking. It's too risky. Street performers rely on their unique skills, and they earn money by working hard."
Jiang Xiaoshuai grinned, "What art do you have to sell?"
"Iron Head Skill!"
"..."
The underground passage was filled with cold wind, but at this time, there was a wave of hot people. The lively crowd surrounded the three floors inside and three floors outside, and the performances inside were even more enthusiastic.
The old-fashioned tape recorder is turned up to the highest volume, and the sound is full of noise.
"The blue-faced Dou Erdun steals the horse, the red-faced Guan Gong fights in Changsha, the yellow-faced Dian Wei, the white-faced Cao Cao, the black-faced Zhang Fei called-cha-bang!..."
The sound in the front is all from the tape recorder, and the sound of "bang" in the back is the sound of hitting the forehead with a brick. The sound is really crisp and crisp!
"good!"
There were applause and screams from the crowd, as well as the frightened cries of children...
Wu Suowei wore a facial mask, only his eyes were exposed, and he looked around alertly, beware of the city management who would come anytime.
There were already many broken bricks under the feet, these bricks were picked up by Wu Suowei, and they were packed into a sack. There is a cardboard box next to the brick, whenever someone throws money into it, Wu Suowei will always say thank you.
…
"Don't go in the underground passage, it's too cold, and there are beggars inside." The team leader said to Chi Cheng.
Chi Cheng ignored the captain's words and walked straight inside.
"Purple Tianwangtuo pagoda, green devil Yasha, golden monkey king, silver monster, gray elf, laugh-ha-bang!..."
The captain wondered, "Why is it so lively today?"
The two quickly walked among the crowd of onlookers, Chi Cheng was tall, and could clearly see the situation inside even standing on the outside. The captain of the brigade was short and couldn't squeeze in, so he could only ask the people in front, "What's going on inside?"
"Performing iron head skills." After speaking, he turned his head back.
The team leader instantly thought of the peddler who was throwing porridge and fled, and said with a smile, "Street dancing is not popular these days, but iron head kungfu is popular? I ran into two people in a week..."
Chi Cheng narrowed his eyes and looked in the middle. Those two big black eyes are so recognizable... Finally, I caught you!
Just as the captain was about to yell and evacuate the crowd, Chi Cheng stopped him with a gesture.
At this moment, the atmosphere of the performance reached its climax, the enthusiastic support of the crowd, and the clattering of paper tickets made Wu Suowei's emotions more and more excited, and even the two city management officers who had sneaked into the crowd didn't know.
"Someone may suspect that my bricks are fake, how about some friend come over and check..." Eyeballs looked around, and instantly settled somewhere, "That bald buddy, it's just you, you verify it for them. "
Wu Suowei pointed at Chi Da Chengguan, who was the most eye-catching in the crowd.
Chi Cheng smiled fiercely, and walked out of the crowd under the expectant eyes of everyone.
"Excuse me, check it out and see if my brick has been done..."
Before he could say the word "false", Wu Suowei was blinded by the shiny uniform.
Jumping out of the crowd with a brick...
The last time Chi Cheng was covered with porridge, he was lucky enough to let Wu Suowei slip away, but this time he went into battle lightly, with no resistance on his head, how could he let him run away again? Flying over in a few strides, he grabbed Wu Suowei's collar and pressed it tightly.
Wu Suowei picked up a brick and threw it on his own head, trying to repeat the same trick and give Chi Cheng a bad blow. Unexpectedly, as soon as the brick was raised, it met Chi Cheng's fist and smashed to the ground.
Wu Suowei's lips seemed to have been electrocuted, trembling at a high frequency.
Chi Cheng raised his chin, "Come with me."