But in China, street performance only means one meaning, which is poverty, abjection, shabby, embarrassment, lack of food and clothing...
Cheng Liuli listened quietly while the girl plucked the strings and sang softly in a plaintive and melodious voice:
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Who makes a pot of tea on the cliff
Warm concerns about past lives
And I'm adjusting to the thousand-year time difference
Drink all love and hate
Time beats on the rocks
I grew my hair long again
Wait patiently for changes in the coastline
Heavy rain is coming
The wind is blowing hard
who is afraid
The sea breeze has always been attached to the sand
You missed my years
Miss my new branches
and my white hair
Butterflies are still madly in love with flowers
You missed my years
Miss my reincarnation cheek
do you still love me
I'm waiting for a word from you
Ah, the memory of reincarnation is fading
I will keep it in mind
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It was a very old song, but for some reason, when it fell in Cheng Liuli's ears, tears filled her eyes unknowingly.
The sun has already set in the west, and the tired birds have returned to their nests. She stands in the bustling center of this city, but it feels like she is standing in the Gobi Desert in a vast expanse of snow.
Chu Yilun, you finally missed my years and my branches.
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If there is another life, will you really still love me?
Night gradually came, drowning the girl's figure and her singing.
After a long time, Cheng Liuli came back to his senses from his wandering mind, took a breath, and put a large fifty-yuan bill in his hand into a small jar filled with dimes in front of the girl——
The girl raised her head, a smile of surprise and joy spread across her face.
"Thank you! Thank you!!" She stopped singing and hurriedly expressed her gratitude to Cheng Liuli.
"You're welcome." Cheng Liuli smiled and turned around, dragging his tired body slowly towards home.
The kettle she brought with her was gone, and she wanted to save one yuan for mineral water and two yuan for bus fare. She could only endure her thirst, caress her stomach that was contracted due to hunger, and gnaw.
Dry bread brought from home in the morning.
That was the breakfast Cheng Qin brought her in the morning. Due to the busy "business", she never had time to eat it.
At this moment, the bread had cracks blown by the cold wind of late autumn, and it tasted as dry as a hard cake. Even so, she tucked up the hem of her windbreaker and still ate it with gusto.
If business is as hot as today, then the daily income will be at least 500 yuan. Plus she distributes flyers every night, and she will earn more than 1,000 yuan a month.
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Calculated in this way, mother's medical expenses will not be a problem.
Taking another bite of dry bread, Cheng Liuli calculated carefully that if her income could remain as stable as this, she could change her mother to a larger house, or even hire a nanny to take care of her mother's daily life.
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Walking along the dimly lit park wall, Cheng Liuli buried all the hesitation and sadness in his heart, mustering up enough courage to face a future that was as distant and gloomy as the night in front of him.
It felt like there was a big hole in my heart, and the biting cold wind kept pouring in.
Facing so many people during the day, she was busy painting, selling, and chatting with people, with a bright smile on her face all the time. That was because she knew that she could not stop. Once she stopped, the heart-gnawing pain would come.
He would immediately grab her, tie her up tightly, and wrap her around in dense circles.