Begging is the fastest way to get money in the world.
If it was Xia Tong who had just run away from home, he might have believed it immediately.
But now he is different! he! It's Niu Hulu Xia Tong! Been outside for so long! Been through the ups and downs! It's not as easy to fool as before!
"Is this true?" Xia Tong expressed a little doubt, "Then why don't you beg for food, uncle?"
The stall owner glared at the bull: "...you have learned to talk back, haven't you?"
Xia Tong: "Oh!"
The stall owner pinched his throat to imitate him: "You just said, 'Uncle, you taught me how to do it, I will learn it now!'"
I don't know if he was overwhelmed by him, Xia Tong flattened her mouth aggrievedly: "How could I say that..." He sighed, turning around with a helpless look. Go, "Okay, then I'll go now."
"Hey, don't run too far! It's right next to my stall, so I can see you, don't try to sneak around, do you hear me? My old legs can run faster than the urban management!" The stall owner raised his head He raised his voice and said, "Twenty yuan! When will the calculation be over!"
Xia Tong nodded obediently, then dragged a small mat, and sat down in a place not far from the fried skewer stand, and put the big iron rice bowl in front of him, officially starting the beggar trip.
There are people coming and going at night, the business is booming, but the stall owner is proficient in fried skewers, and he can make room in the middle to be in a daze. He used this daze to glance at the little boy sitting not far away begging .
A big rice bowl, a small Maza, the little boy didn't speak, just stared at the people coming and going with his innocent and smart big eyes, he looked at others and didn't know what he was going to do, at most he just looked at him A cute smile or a blown kiss is a scene that is sappy and silly.
The stall owner suddenly felt a little malicious in his heart, and stopped doing business. He took out a whiteboard and a few oil-based pens from the bottom of his tin cart, and walked leisurely to Xia Tong's side.
Sure enough, the rice bowl in front of Xia Tong was empty, and the stall owner sneered and said, "If you refuse to open your mouth to shout, you may not be able to get twenty yuan until tomorrow morning."
"Open your mouth and shout?" Xia Tong raised her head blankly.
"Yes, you have to have a reason to beg for money, right? Otherwise, why would they give you the hard-earned money for nothing?" said the stall owner.
Xia Tong thought for a while and nodded: "What you said is also very reasonable, so should I tell them that I didn't bring any money for the fried skewers?"
"Do you think this reason deserves a beating?" asked the stall owner.
Xia Tong thought about it again, and became more and more aggrieved: "I owe you a beating, because it's my own fault for not bringing any money."
"That's right." The stall owner said.
"Then what should we do?" Xia Tong asked helplessly.
"So you have to make up a decent reason! Let others give you the money willingly." The stall owner said, "Have you watched ancient costume TV dramas?"
"No." Xia Tong shook her head.
"There are often such plots in it, oh, do you know?" The stall owner also dragged Zhang Xiaoma over enthusiastically, sat down next to Xia Tong, and began to gesture to him: "It's the kind of street where people come and go. On it, there is a poor young girl in sackcloth and filial piety, with a grass badge on her head, and a white cloth spread out in front of her, with four large characters written in red pen on it—sell her body to bury her father!"
Xia Tong: "?"
Stall owner: "Of course, I didn't mean to curse your father."
Xia Tong shook her head: "It's okay, I don't have a father anyway."
Stall owner: "Ah..."
Xia Tong: "I don't have a mother either, don't be afraid."
The corner of the stall owner's mouth twitched: "... I can't see why you are so miserable?"
Xia Tong didn't think there was anything wrong, and asked again: "Sell yourself to bury your father, and then what?"
"And then? Then there will be that kind of hero passing by, feeling pity for her tragic situation." The stall owner continued to speak in a melodious tone: "Helping her pay for the coffin and funeral expenses, and then a good story has been made!"
The blank look on Xia Tong's face became more intense: "So?"
"So! The essence of begging lies in two words! Selling badly!" The stall owner said impassionedly: "Look! I brought you all the props!"
Xia Tong blinked, watching the stall owner take out a whiteboard and a pair of colorful oil-based pens from under his buttocks like a juggler.
"What is this for?" he asked.
"Sell miserably! I will make up a miserable life experience for you." The stall owner swiped his pen and wrote on the whiteboard in a flickering manner: "If everyone sees you miserable, they will naturally give you money." La!"
Xia Tong was puzzled and said, "Then is this a lie?"
The stall owner paused for a moment, and then said bluntly: "How can the business of starting a business be called a lie?"
Xia Tong was stunned: "...how did it become a business again?"
"Just—I mean pay off the debt! Pay off the debt!" The stall owner coughed and said, "Don't you want to pay off my debt!"
The owner of the Malatang stall across the street suddenly sneered loudly, and said in a strange way: "My little friend! This old bastard has a bad stomach! He's fooling you!"
"Fuck you! Go sell your gutter oil Mala Tang!" the stall owner roared, and then patted Xia Tong on the head again: "What's your name?"
"Xia Tong, summer's summer, eye pupil's pupil."
"Your eyes are indeed beautiful." The stall owner said something that was very inconsistent with his temperament, and then began to write quickly, and soon wrote a whole board full of "obituary" on the whiteboard.
"It's only one title away." He clicked on the blank space at the top and said, "You don't have a father or a mother, so who is the closest to you?"
"The most intimate one..." Xia Tong stretched out a finger and pointed at his chin, thought for a while and said, "He's the captain of our team!"
"Oh~~Captain!" The stall owner was thoughtful, and then with a big stroke of a pen, he wrote the words "Sell yourself to bury the captain" in a conspicuous place!
"From now on! You have to believe it with all your heart! Your dearest captain! He passed away!" The stall owner stuffed the whiteboard into Xia Tong's arms, saying earnestly: "You must be immersed in that kind of grief! Don't People will believe that you are really miserable! You are not out to cheat money! The play must be true! It must be natural! You must first convince yourself! Only then can you convince the audience!"
Xia Tong: "..."
The stall owner continued to be eloquent: "Think about it! The captain who cared for you in every possible way! He once appeared when you needed help the most! He comforted you when you were most sad! It is your safe haven! It is your growth The navigation of the road! But he was so unfortunate! Ah! Because of an unexpected illness! He passed away! From then on! You will never see his vivid face again! You will never hear his deep magnetic voice again! nor hold his big warm strong hand—"
It may be that what he said was too close to reality, Xia Tong somehow remembered Lin Mingfei sitting alone at the table that night preparing eye drops.
At that time, he felt that Lin Mingfei was standing on a steep cliff, crumbling, but there were thousands of mountains and rivers between Lin Mingfei and him, and he couldn't get over it no matter how hard he tried, and it was futile to try to stop him.
He didn't find a way to enter Alpha's heart, and he couldn't help him. If he continues to be useless, he will really lose this Alpha he likes at any time.
The more he thought about it, the more real it became, and the more he thought about it, the more sad it became. The sour and lonely feeling of emptiness was unbearable. Xia Tong cried to him instantly, "Wow—" Tears fell down like beads with broken threads.
The stall owner was very excited: "Yes, yes! This is what I want! I want such real tears, hurry up, sit back, hold the billboard, you are the star of tomorrow in the film industry!"
Lin Mingfei carried an iron tank of natural gas through the crowded snack street, and stopped in front of the signboard of "Lao Gu Fried Skewers". He skillfully unloaded the heavy natural gas tank from his shoulders, and helped Gu Dongsheng replace the empty tank with the count meter reset to zero.
Gu Dongsheng is the godfather he didn't know when he was young. He was a famous film director in the last century. He has made many high-scoring movies with good reputation. He has a gangster personality, and just found a group of old enemies in the circle, then quit the film industry in a fit of anger, and switched to selling fried skewers, the reason is that selling fried skewers is free.
It's quite free, the kind of freedom where you can scold anyone in the street if you are upset.
That's right, tonight, this incomprehensible godfather left his keys at home, and the gas tank was not full, so he had to call Lin Mingfei who had just fallen asleep to ask for help in the middle of the night. Played to the extreme.
Gu Dongsheng leaned to the side with a toothpick in his mouth and watched Lin Mingfei change the gas tank, and said with a smile: "I think you were taught by me when you slipped the door and picked the lock when you were in school. Look now, hey! A skill!" It’s quite useful to be next to him! Hey! The son has grown up! The saying of raising children to prevent the old is indeed true!”
"You have more and more dramas, so you should continue to be your big director. What kind of fried skewers are you selling?" Lin Mingfei gave him a blank look, "Also, remember to bring the key next time, I will be in trouble later. I'm busy, I don't have time to help you with these trivial matters."
"Understood." Gu Dongsheng said indifferently.
Lin Mingfei tilted her head and saw a crowd of people not far away, "What's the matter over there? Is someone making trouble or something?"
"No!" Gu Dongsheng was still very excited when he mentioned this, his eyes shone slightly, and he elbowed Lin Mingfei, "Hey, let me tell you Zero. I caught a little boy who ate a king's meal today , looks silly, but looks pretty, I wanted to teach him a lesson, but I was eager for a moment, so I made a bitter scene for him! That cry is called a truth—you can go and see it! Absolutely eye-catching !"
"Is there something wrong with you?" Lin Mingfei looked at Gu Dongsheng with crazy eyes, but Gu Dongsheng forcibly pushed him over.
"Let's make way, let's make way!"
The crowd was pushed away, and Lin Mingfei's ears were filled with "twittering" and heated discussions among passers-by. Some were wondering if this was performance art, and some said that this little boy was so damn cute, and that when he cried, he was like pear blossoms. He also said that maybe the child was cheated and should call the police, and then he saw a familiar figure sitting on the ground.
"Xia Tong??" He blurted out, his pupils trembling.
There was a lot of voices, and Little Omega obviously didn't hear what he was saying, and was still sobbing with genuine emotion. There was a crumbling iron rice bowl in front of him, and a whiteboard full of slogans was held in his arms.
The words "Sold to Bury the Captain" came into view!
Lin Mingfei: "... ...... ???"
"Look, how good this crying scene is!" Gu Dongsheng "tsk tsk" beside him and praised: "He is the star of tomorrow, Zero! I almost really believe that he has an old captain who is dying!"
Lin Mingfei: "..."
No need to think about it, Xia Xiaotong, who is not deeply involved in the world, has been fooled again.
And his godfather is worthy of being his godfather.
If you want to make a fool of yourself, even your godson will not let it go.
The author has something to say: Lin Mingfei: He died on the spot.