The cold wind blew at the street entrance, blowing over his whole staggering body, such a lonely old man
In the vicissitudes of the world, this lonely old man relies on his sound and flexible hands to work for life. In this crowded street, he seems to be forgotten.
"What are you dawdling about? You're so childish." Maybe it was because I stood there for a little too long. Yan Ye got off my back and impatiently tried to drag me away.
"When I was a kid, I also liked to run around the alley with this little windmill, competing with the little song next door to see who could turn it faster."
Looking at each windmill leaf blown by the wind always brings back childhood memories.
"Yan Yeyi, how about we go sell windmills?" I sniffed my sour nose and looked at Yan Yeyi with a pleading look on my face.
"Then we can just sell them all! Trouble!" Yan Yeyi looked at the windmill in annoyance, as if he was embarrassed.
"Did you see it? There is a high-end entertainment city there. You can go there and relax, don't follow me."
I pointed to the entertainment city across the road that was exclusive to rich kids, and gave Yan Yeyi a good suggestion. After all, they were a level above me, so I was trying to make up for my naive words.
And...it's impossible for him to do such a strange thing
"Grandpa, can I help you sell windmills?" I ignored Yan Yeyi, I squatted in front of the grandpa and looked at him pleadingly.
Good thing, this should also be classified as a good thing!
"Little girl, go on a date with your boyfriend! Old man! I'm used to it now!" The old man smiled kindly. While he was busy with his work, he didn't forget to look at me with a smile.
What kind of boyfriend? Does that guy have my boyfriend written on his body?
"Haha, grandpa, he is not my boyfriend. This is not important. I am a student volunteer, so you ask me to help you sell it! And the school is also practicing social studies courses. Please, please do me this favor!"
I looked like a good kid and told a white lie
He also showed the old man the red sleeves assigned by Teacher Yan Jia.
The words "Holy Night Student Volunteers" in bright yellow letters on the red sleeves seemed to impress the old man. He looked at me happily, and then looked at Yan Yeyi who was suffering behind me.
"As long as the little girl is happy, you can do whatever you want!" The old man continued busy with his work and agreed to my request.