Yang Zimei said to the little beggar: "Hungry, I invite you to go to KFC to eat."
The little beggar's eyes lighted up, and then shook her head again, "My mother let me be here, not allowed to go, otherwise she would kill me!"
"Your mother asked you to beg?"
Yang Zi frowned slightly. [[
"Well, my mother said I am disabled, it is useless, only this."
The little beggar lowered his head and looked at his weak legs, and his face bitterly.
Yang Zimei and Ye Qing's heart were sad again.
"Go and eat first, wait for my sister to give you money."
Yang Zimei said softly.
"I can't go, if you are kind, let me bring me a little, and I also want to eat what it tastes like KFC."
The little beggar licked the lip lips with his tongue, and his eyes were full of desire.
"I back to you!"
Ye Qing actually bent down her thin back, and said to the little beggar, "We also enjoy the happiness of KFC with air conditioners."
Ye Qingcai was eight years old, and the little beggar was also five years old. Although she was thin and she was thirty pounds, she bent down without hesitation.
This is really an angel in others.
Yang Zi's eyebrows wet Ye Qing, "I hugged him."
"Sister, don't stain your clothes anymore, or let me come."
Ye Qing carried the little beggar on his back and stood up hard.
Yang Zimei did not shot, but continued to watch, watching her walking step by step with her back.
From here to KFC, there is three hundred meters away, and the weather is hot and dirty and smelly. She insists on carrying him until KFC's door.
Looking at her like this, Yang Zimei's heart was so moved.
In the last life, she didn't think Ye Qing was great, nor did she thank her for being good for herself. Every time she helped herself, she only had a feeling of taking advantage of cheapness.
In this life, she saw too many people who could turn their hands over the clouds, but they would only calculate their own gains and losses, and never considers others' lives. [
She is the same. Many times, they only care about herself and what they care about. As for the unrelated passersby, she is often lazy to look at it.
Now, in front of Ye Qing, a young child, she feels that her soul is humble and dirty.
Yang Zimei pushed KFC's door, and let Ye Qing come in with the little beggar back.
The little beggar was dirty and smelly. As soon as they walked in, they immediately attracted their dissatisfaction.
"Who? Actually bring the beggar in to pollute the environment, it's too disgusting."
A fashionable woman next to her hid her nose, like seeing the virus, and hurriedly pulled her two children to a far -distance table.
Others also scolded.
Some people even ran over to complain about KFC's waiters, "How can you let a beggar come in? Don't you pay attention to the style? It is simply reducing our identity, and never want to come to KFC to eat."
Others also complained that they strongly demanded that the little beggar was driven out.
The little beggar shrank around her neck and helped Yang Zi, "Sister, I can come in and see what KFC looks like. I am already happy. You put me outside.
I am also very happy. "
Ye Qing looked at Yang Zimei.
Yang Zimei's heart is uncomfortable.
Why did she have not experienced this feeling of being discriminated against?