Zhang Zhong looked at the little boy in front of him, with black lines floating straight above his head. Is the market in the Chenghuang Temple so bad now? Even a person like himself is stopped from selling flowers?
It is normal to meet children selling flowers in the downtown area, but usually, they are looking for couples. Girls love romance, boys want face, and a flower is not expensive, so they end up paying for it.
Quite a few.
Zhang Chong smiled and said, "Kid, do you think I need to buy flowers?"
"Of course I do. Don't you want a girlfriend?"
Zhang Zhong shook his head, "No need, I'm fine alone."
"Then you can buy yourself a flower. It's not expensive. It only costs ten yuan a flower." The little boy was still trying his best to sell it.
"Sorry, I don't like roses." Zhang Zhong said.
"It's okay." The little boy's expression became aggrieved, and he seemed to be holding back. He took out a rose and said, "Brother, this flower is given to you for free."
"Oh, don't you want money?"
"Well, the flowers can't be sold anyway, and they will go bad tomorrow. My mother said that if you give someone a rose, the fragrance lingers in your hand. If you look at it, you will be a good person. If you give it to you, you will be very good to it.
." The little boy was almost in tears as he spoke, "I know that even if I sell all the flowers, there is no way I can raise money for my mother's medical expenses."
Zhang Zhong scratched his chin and asked, "Is your mother sick?"
"Well, the doctor said that my mother is very seriously ill, but it will cost a lot of money to cure her. I am selling flowers just to raise money for her medical expenses," the little boy said.
Zhang Zhong looked at the little boy's expression and was basically sure that he was lying. However, for the sake of the possibility, Zhang Zhong still said, "What a coincidence, I am a doctor. Which hospital is your mother in? I will go and check it for you."
Look, maybe I can help you avoid medical bills."
The little boy's eyes flashed, and he lowered his head and said, "No need, big brother, I will find a way myself. Thank you, big brother."
After saying that, the little boy ran away.
Looking at the back of the little boy, Zhang Zhong sighed. Of course, he was not sighing because of the illness of the little boy's mother. It was just that such a big child had already told lies and turned into a tool to cheat money, which was somewhat sad.
The fact that children are like this probably has something to do with their parents.
Zhang Zhong suddenly remembered a fable. It is said that during the Jiajing period, there was a family at the top of Dongshan Mountain in Guanhaiwei who had a son who was an old man and loved him very much.
Because of being too pampered, the child won't be able to walk until he is a few years old.
Once, a child went to the house next door and stole an egg. Instead of scolding him, his mother praised him for being sensible.
After being praised, the child felt that this kind of thing was good. Later, he became more serious and gradually learned to steal things. He stole melons in summer and chickens in winter. Every time he went out, he would never come back empty-handed.
Instead of discouraging me, the mother praised me every time.
Once he was caught stealing a cow and was brought to his house. His mother was very unreasonable and said that her son just picked up a rope and didn't know that there was a cow tied behind the rope.
In the end, it got worse and worse, and when the children grew up, they blocked roads, robbed people, sought money and killed people, and committed all kinds of evil.
However, Skynet was so careful that he was eventually caught committing the crime and sentenced to death immediately.
On the day of the execution, the execution ground was crowded with people. While eating the beheading meal, he asked to see his mother again. After meeting her, he said he wanted to drink his mother's milk before he died.
The mother untied her clothes, but she didn't expect him to bite off his mother's nub, and said with hatred: "You pampered me, and you also harmed me!"
This is the famous folk fable "biting your head with hatred".
It's a pity that the flower boy's parents probably have never heard of this fable.
After walking around the Chenghuang Temple, he felt there was nothing to see, so he hailed a car and went home.
When he got home, the old couple and Peng Peng were both at home.
The two elders and one child were sitting in the living room without even turning on the TV. Zhang Zhong felt something was wrong in the atmosphere, so he asked, "What's wrong? Are you tired from visiting relatives?"
Hu Huifang said, "Why are you tired? I have learned a lot today."
"How do you say this?" Zhang Zhong asked strangely.
Zhang Xingjun said, "When I came back, Pengpeng wanted to drink milk tea, so your mother and I took her there. Unexpectedly, Pengpeng was drinking milk tea, and a little boy ran over and took two sips of Pengpeng's milk tea.
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Zhang Zhong imagined the scene at that time and found it incredible, "The child is alone and there is no adult next to him?"
"Yes, it seems to be his grandma. She was watching from the door of the milk tea shop and didn't even fart." It seemed that my mother was very angry. She would not say such things normally.
The person involved, Pengpeng, comforted her grandmother and said, "Grandma, don't be angry, I don't drink milk tea."
Zhang Xingjun looked at his granddaughter and smiled and said, "This girl was frightened at the time, but now she seems to be fine."
"Then did you find someone to reason with?"
Zhang Xingjun shook his head, "No, your mother doesn't think there's anything to argue with."
"Do Pengpeng think that little boy did the right thing?" Zhang Zhong asked Pengpeng.
Pengpeng said, "Of course it's wrong. Grandma is even angry."
"Then what if your grandma isn't angry?"
"Then what he did was wrong, because Pengpeng was also angry. Grandma told me that if I want to drink milk tea, I have to buy it myself. Of course, Pengpeng doesn't have the money, so my grandparents can buy it for me. Anyway, I can't rob it.
Someone else’s.”
Zhang Jian nodded, that cup of milk tea still had some effect, at least it taught Peng Peng a lesson.
At the same time, he also felt strange that he encountered such a thing today.
Zhang Zhong rubbed his hands and said, "Mom and Dad, what do you want to eat tonight? I'll cook it."
Hu Huifang stood up and said, "I'll do it and let you cook dinner. We won't be able to eat until dark."
Zhang Zhong shrugged his shoulders and smiled at his father again, "Our relatives have almost left. I will take you to see the shops later."
When I heard that I was going to visit a shop, my father seemed very concerned, "We've almost left. The rest are your mother's old colleagues. If you go there, you don't have to eat there. I've thought about it these past two days, and I still think you said
That’s right, it’s really inappropriate to open a tobacco and alcohol supermarket there.”
"Well, let's go take a look in the next two days. I'm going to the study now. I have some things to deal with."
After saying hello to his father and talking to Peng Peng, Zhang Zhong went to the study room, intending to first send the manuscript of "Ender's Game" to Chen Qing, and then open a document to write the fable that bit the nai's head.
Write it down, and he will put this story in the next issue of "Zero Zero One" magazine.
But as soon as Zhang Zhong opened his mailbox, he saw an email from Chen Qing. He patted his forehead and remembered what the email was.