But Mu Wanqing weakly stopped her: "Don't call me. I'm fine. I just need to rest for a while."
"Is it really okay?! You look really bad!!" the store manager said worriedly.
Mu Wanqing bit her lip and shook her head fiercely.
However, she was so uncomfortable that tears kept pouring out.
Finally, the store manager gave her the mysterious gift bag, and Mu Wanqing hunched over, holding on to the wall, and left slowly and with difficulty.
**
secluded alley.
Mu Wanqing squatted beside the ditch that was constantly smelling of fish, vomiting and vomiting blood.
She spat out the excess noodles in her stomach and felt a little uncomfortable.
For a long time, she lay on a bench on the street, motionless.
When her body finally felt better, she sat up and carefully opened the mysterious gift package.
In the box, there are some daily necessities: Apple mouse, mouse pad, headphones, and a beautiful leather notebook, as well as a red envelope and some vouchers for ramen shops.
Mu Wanqing opened the red envelope and found that there was one thousand yuan in it. She was so excited that she almost burst into tears.
With this thousand yuan, she can do many things and buy many things.
She can buy some delicious food, and then buy some decent clothes, milk bottles, milk powder for the baby...
Otherwise, when the baby comes out, he won't even have clothes.
Mu Wanqing pressed the thousand yuan against her chest hard, and when she smiled, tears came out.
After resting for a while, she went to a store specializing in electronic products and sold Apple's mouse pad and headphones to her boss for ten yuan.
It's useless for her to hold it anyway.
Thirty is better than nothing.
She plans to keep the beautiful notebook, and when the baby is born, she will record everything that happens to it every day in it, and show it to it when it grows up. It must be very beautiful.
Mu Wanqing held the notebook in her arms and walked to the rental house with a smile.
However, when passing the overpass, she found a man lying on the ground using black charcoal to draw the scenery under the bridge.
Mu Wanqing saw that his painting techniques were very skillful and sophisticated, and the lines he drew were firm and beautiful. She couldn't help but be fascinated by it.
Although the man has very dark skin, long hair, a full face of stubble, and is wearing a dusty blue Mao suit, you can tell he is a homeless man at a glance.
Although he looks very embarrassed, the painting is very delicate and lifelike.
Mu Wanqing walked over, knelt down beside him, and praised with a smile: "Your paintings are very beautiful and artistic. When people look at them, they will have a sense of space."
It's just a simple high-rise building and a lane full of traffic, but it is very beautiful and attractive.
The man glanced at her lightly, said nothing, and continued painting.
Just when a painting was about to be completed, an extremely angry roar sounded: "Why did you come here to paint again?! Don't you know that your paintings are everywhere and it will be troublesome for me to clean them up?! Get out of here!"
, get out of here quickly!!”
The sanitation worker kept poking him with a broom.
The man quickly took the coal on the ground, got up and left angrily.
However, every time I take a step, I look back, reluctantly looking at the painting that is about to be completed.
Mu Wanqing stared at him, and when his back was about to disappear on the overpass, she frowned, her heart skipped a beat, and finally ran to catch up.