01
Bustling commercial street.
Su Qiong held a stack of thick leaflets and distributed them to passers-by.
In the middle of winter, the sun that was about to set lazily cast its rays without any warmth, and Su Qiong's fair cheeks and ears were a little red from the cold wind.
Su Qiong rubbed his ears with one hand, handed out a flyer, smiled so much that he showed a row of white teeth, his handsome eyebrows slightly curved, and said enthusiastically: "The new store is opening, all dishes are 62% off, welcome to patronize. "
The passerby took the flyer expressionlessly, took two steps, and threw the flyer on the ground.
Su Qiong ran over and picked up the flyers, shook them off, and continued to hand them out.
After paying like this for two hours, Su Qiong went back to the hot pot restaurant to get the money.
Fifteen yuan an hour, paid daily.
Su Qiong took the money from the hot pot restaurant manager, faced the rather disdainful look of the other person, and said with a bright smile, "Thank you."
manager:…
Su Qiong waved happily: "Goodbye."
02
Su Qiong got thirty yuan and walked on the road in the cold wind.
Although it takes an hour to walk from here to the vegetable market near my home, I can save one yuan and fifty cents in bus fare.
Su Qiong made a small calculation in his mind and walked happily. The washed and faded trousers had frayed edges on the trousers. The brown sweater inside the down jacket had a small hole. He had worn sneakers for two years, almost every day. Wear it and brush it once a week, it's so old that it's deformed.
Poverty, as its name suggests, is poor in capital letters.
Su Qiong held the thirty yuan in his hand tightly, not daring to put it in his trouser pocket. One twenty and one ten yuan, the two bills were almost soaked with sweat from Su Qiong's palms.
Thirty yuan was too much for Su Qiong. If he put it in his pocket, he might lose it.
Because Su Qiong is a poor god.
The powerful magic power of turning gold into stone destined Su Qiong to be unable to have more wealth than he needed to survive. The money he earned often disappeared in various bizarre ways. The valuables he touched were either broken or lost. His only fixed Wealth is a small house, which was the dormitory allocated by heaven when Su Qiong came to earth.
03
An hour later, Su Qiong walked to the vegetable market and bought some vegetables and a few steamed buns for thirty yuan, as well as a piece of soap and a washbasin.
Because the bottom of the washbasin I used before fell off.
The little poor god was carrying steamed buns, vegetable soap and a washbasin, greedily smelling the smell of roast duck coming from nowhere, and humming a song as he walked home.
Su Qiong's home only had one bed, one stool, one stove and one pot. The most expensive thing was the electric heater.
And the stool only has three legs, so it needs to be placed against the wall...
Su Qiong ate boiled vegetables and rice for dinner, because boiling vegetables can save fuel.
After finishing the meal and washing the dishes, the exhausted Su Qiong sat down on the bed.
The bed board made a dangerous squeaking sound...
Su Qiong was startled, and his butt suddenly froze.
If the bed is broken, then they have to make it on the floor. After all, Su Qiong doesn't have any extra money to buy a bed.
The little poor god lay slowly on the bed, spread out his hands and feet, and stretched his limbs to lie flat.
Under the condition that the force remains unchanged, the larger the force-bearing area and the smaller the pressure, the less likely the bed board will be damaged.
The little poor god has a rigorous philosophy of life.
04
Su Qiong lay motionless on the bed for a while. In winter, the bed was freezing cold. Su Qiong was so cold that he sat up carefully and squatted down in front of the electric heater.
"It would be great if the electric heater could be turned on." Su Qiong fantasized about it expectantly, but considering this month's utility bills, Su Qiong decisively gave up the idea of turning on the electric heater. He shivered and looked at it for a while, looking at the plum blossoms to quench his thirst.
It was really too cold, too cold to sleep.
"Who makes me a poor god?" Su Qiong sighed with a smile, took the key, and went downstairs to run around.
After running a few laps, my body felt warm, so I quickly went back to bed, soaked in the warm air and went to sleep. I also used my last few coins to go to the convenience store opposite to buy a bag of milk to drink tomorrow morning, Su Qiong thought.
Just as Su Qiong was crossing the road, a black car suddenly turned out of the corner. Su Qiong did not pay attention to the car and was unable to dodge. He was hit by the car and flew out, rolling several times on the road. lock up.
"How are you?" A man quickly got out of the car, helped Su Qiong up, and asked anxiously.
"It seems okay..." Su Qiong quickly moved his arms and legs and found that there were no injuries at all, so Su Qiong comforted the other person in turn, "Don't worry, I'm fine."
"I'm really sorry." Seeing that Su Qiong didn't look like something serious had happened, the man breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I'll take you to the hospital for a checkup."
Su Qiong didn't even look at him. He crouched down on the ground to look for the few steel drills that had been knocked out of his body. He said casually: "No, I'm really fine. And I can't blame you entirely. I didn't do anything just now either." watch cars."
The man was silent for a moment and insisted: "You just flew so far away, there's no way you weren't injured at all."
Su Qiong stuck his butt out and reached for a fifty-cent coin from under a car parked on the roadside, insisting: "I'm really not hurt, you can leave."
No matter how big or small, he is still a god after all.
05
Su Qiong squatted on the ground and counted the coins in his hand, showing a happy smile: "Three and two dollars, not bad. I didn't lose it."
The driver stared at Su Qiong with a complicated expression.
Su Qiong grabbed the coins and stood up, ready to go to the convenience store to buy milk.
"Wait," the man suddenly reached out, grabbed Su Qiong's arm, and said softly, "your pants..."
Su Qiong lowered his head and saw a big hole in the knee of his faded trousers, which had obviously been knocked on the ground just now.
The fabric of the pants is also aging. After all, it has been washed too many times and worn for too long.
"At least let me pay for the pants..." the other party said apologetically.
Su Qiong looked up and saw a tall and handsome young man standing in front of him. He was wearing a suit with exquisite fabrics and exquisite workmanship. He seemed to have just come back from some important occasion. The hand holding his arm was wearing a silver medal. The gleaming watch, the car that knocked him out was scrubbed spotlessly, reflecting low-key and luxurious light under the street lights. The man exuded a faint smell of perfume, and there was nothing messy from the leather shoes on his feet to the top of his head. Almost every inch of her hair is carefully crafted, and even the surrounding air seems to be glowing.
Su Qiong was startled for a moment, and his face suddenly turned red.
The man seemed to realize something was wrong, his lips moved, and he wanted to say something.
"I, I... I'm really fine!" However, Su Qiong suddenly struggled hard and didn't even buy milk. He clutched three yuan and twenty cents tightly and ran away with a big hole in his pants.