Character is like squatting in a latrine. Others drop their wallets and fall into the latrine, but you only drop your lighter.
Xu Feng has always thought that he has a good character, and he just flirted with a beauty at the bar with his classmates.
The female classmate was slapped, but Xu Feng was only spat on. Of course, Xu Feng was the one who teased her first.
Dragging his somewhat drunken body, he walked toward the community where he lived with shaky steps. Thinking of the test sheet from the hospital, Xu Feng wondered if he had used up all his character in the past twenty years or so.
"boom……"
A bolt of lightning pierced the void, and a thunderous sound erupted. The weather in July was like a woman's temper, changing at a moment's notice. The thunder and lightning that tore through the space illuminated the sky brightly. Xu Feng looked up and saw that the sky was covered with a layer of snow.
Gray gloomy clouds.
"Damn it, it's going to rain."
Xu Feng shook his head, but did not speed up his pace because of this. He still walked with a shaky pace. The cool breeze before the heavy rain did wake up some of Xu Feng's drunkenness.
"Young man, it's going to rain soon? Come here and take shelter!" The cool wind was blowing wildly, and the old man setting up a stall under a roof warned Xu Feng's unsteady steps.
Xu Feng turned around and saw that the old man's face was wrinkled and showed traces of time. Xu Feng did not listen to his words and go under the eaves. Instead, he looked at the old man and smiled and said: "Uncle, it's going to rain heavily. Hurry and pack up."
Go home."
There was a smile on the old man's face, and the wrinkles were squeezed together. Instead of being ferocious, he gave people a kind look: "Haha, wait a minute. In the past, the street stalls were set up until two o'clock in the morning, but now it's only early in the morning."
Xu Feng took two steps forward, casually selected a few items on the old man's street stall, took out a hundred-yuan note and gave it to the old man without bargaining. A person who insists on setting up a street stall at two o'clock in the morning must have a hard life. 10
A piece of twenty yuan is nothing to him, but to the elderly, it may be the guarantee of their lives. Therefore, Xu Feng rarely bargains with people who take photos of street stalls. Even though Xu Feng has dated a girlfriend who likes to bargain, Xu Feng
She will also be stopped from bargaining with street vendors.
As long as there is some way, who would be willing to set up a street stall in the middle of the night?!
The old man took the hundred-dollar bill handed over by Xu Feng, touched his pocket, and then said awkwardly: "Young man, I can't get your spare money. How about you give it to me next time."
Xu Feng smiled and said, "That's it. I'll get a few more pairs of slippers."
Xu Feng thought to himself, dragging everything is just dragging anyway, so it is better to buy a few pairs from the old man. If you really can't replace it with a few brand-name labels and sell them at a discount to the group of friends who like brand-name brands, you can still sell them for hundreds of yuan!
"But, one hundred yuan is still too much." The old man said honestly and with some fear. The slippers on the street stall only cost ten yuan a pair. Adding the items Xu Feng just selected, they only cost more than seventy yuan.
Seeing the old man like this, Xu Feng was about to get some more slippers when his eyes were attracted by a stone. This stone was not very pretty, but the color was a little different from ordinary bricks. It must have been stained green by moss.
"Old man, if you give me this stone, it will cost you a hundred yuan." Xu Feng said to the old man, thinking in his heart that he would just use this stone to hit the BMW parked downstairs. Damn it,
It's too much for my eyes to stop there.
The old man was also shocked when he heard Xu Feng's words. He picked up this stone from a demolished old house and spread it on the ground to prevent the wind from blowing. How could it be worth anything?!
"Young man..."
Just as the old man was about to say something, Xu Feng interrupted and said, "That's it."
Xu Feng didn't wait for the old man to answer, dragging a few pairs of slippers and carrying a brick and walked away. There were still thunder and lightning in the sky. However, Xu Feng's appearance of carrying bricks in one hand and posing with slippers in the other was extremely funny. Several of them were the same.
When passing girls wandering around the nightlife saw him, they all covered their mouths and chuckled.
Xu Feng whistled loudly at the girls. Before he could tease him, the girls cursed: "Why are you blowing? If you blow again, I will rip off your feathers."
Xu Feng felt ashamed, thinking that female gangsters are becoming more and more rampant nowadays.
The thunder continued, but the rain did not fall for a long time. When Xu Feng entered the elevator on the floor and saw the BMW parked downstairs, he looked at the stone in his hand and smiled: Wait a minute, I will throw it down and smash it.