Yang Zimei said to the little beggar: "Are you hungry? I'll treat you to KFC for something to eat."
The little beggar's eyes lit up, and then he shook his head, "My mother told me to stay here and not leave, otherwise she will beat me to death!"
"Your mother made you beg?"
Yang Zimei frowned slightly.
"Well, my mother said I'm disabled and useless, so I can only do this."
The little beggar lowered his head, looked at his weak legs, and said with a grimace.
Yang Zimei and Ye Qing felt sad again.
"Let's go eat first, and my sister will give you the money later."
Yang Zimei said softly.
"I can't leave either. If you are kind, please bring me some. I also want to know what KFC tastes like."
The little beggar licked his chapped lips with his tongue greedily, his eyes full of desire.
"I'll carry you there!"
Ye Qing actually bent her thin back and said to the little beggar, "We should also enjoy the happiness of eating in the air-conditioned KFC."
Ye Qing was only eight years old, and the little beggar was already five years old. Although he was thin and weighed thirty kilograms, she bent down to carry him without hesitation.
This is truly an angel in someone else's home.
Yang Zi said to Ye Qing with wet eyebrows, "I'll just hold him."
"Sister, don't dirty your clothes. It's better for me to do it."
Ye Qing carried the little beggar on his back and stood up with difficulty.
Yang Zimei did not take action, but continued to watch, watching her carry the little beggar step by step.
It was three hundred meters away from here to KFC, and the weather was hot and under the scorching sun, and the little beggar was dirty and smelly. She insisted on carrying him all the way to the door of KFC.
Seeing her like this, Yang Zimei was so moved.
In her previous life, she didn't think Ye Qing was so great, nor was she very grateful for how kind she was to her. Every time she helped her, she felt like she was taking advantage.
In this life, she has met too many people who can turn their hands into clouds and rain, but they only calculate their own gains and losses and never consider the life and death of others.
The same goes for herself. Most of the time, she only cares about herself and the people she cares about. As for unrelated passers-by, she often doesn't bother to take a second look.
Now, in front of Ye Qing, a young child, she felt that her soul was humble and dirty.
Yang Zimei opened the door of KFC and let Ye Qing carry the little beggar in.
The little beggar was dirty and smelly. As soon as they walked in, they immediately attracted dissatisfied looks from all around.
"Who are you? He actually brought beggars in to pollute the environment. It's so disgusting."
A fashionably dressed woman next to her covered her nose, as if seeing a virus, and hurriedly pulled her two children to a table far away and sat down.
Others also scolded one after another.
Some people even ran over and complained to the KFC waiter, "How could you let a beggar in? Doesn't this store have to pay attention to style? It simply lowers our status. We will never want to eat at KFC again."
Others also complained and strongly demanded that the little beggar be driven out.
The little beggar shrank his neck and said helplessly to Yang Zimei, "Sister, I can come in and see what KFC looks like. I'm already happy. Just put me outside and pack it for me to eat."
, I’m also very happy.”
Ye Qing looked at Yang Zimei.
Yang Zimei felt extremely uncomfortable.
Has she never experienced this feeling of being discriminated against?