Chapter 5

It's another time when it sells badly once a year.

Brother De, here's a piece of Erhu music, yes, yes, it's the "River Water" that we often use to introduce to you. De Ge is my partner at the train station to beg for dinner. I am responsible for crying and writing copywriting. He is responsible for music and inciting crowd The mood of the masses, the division of labor is particularly clear.

That's right, don't doubt, I pay attention to efficiency in everything I do now, even beggars.

Two people begging for food together is indeed faster than the money alone, and every day counts more than twenty yuan in the bowl.

So far, Ge De and I have been guarding Jilin Railway Station for half a year, and life is barely able to make it through.

Every day there are people coming and going, and Dege and I kept playing hard, squeezing our clothes and saving some money, but none of us looked at us.

In catching up with the peak season, it can cost more than a few dozen yuan. You can buy a few packs of Wujiang mustard for lunch. After a few steamed buns, they are already delicious.

If the off-season is bad, you can only drink some cold water in the bathroom to fill your hunger. The steamed buns must be divided into three portions and eaten morning, afternoon and evening.

I cried hard every day, and De Ge was sweating profusely beside him, and he almost passed out of hunger, but the meager income often made me wake up in the middle of the night.

But people have to live strong, right?

De Ge is a dumb man. He used to do the donation set at the passenger terminal, but there are more scammers and everyone is better. People like De Ge who really need help are miserable. They can only form a partner with me to block the train in Jilin.

Stand at the door and beg.

De Ge is a homeless man who has been wandering outside for many years. This is not about the New Year. He wants to go home.

As a partner, I think it is necessary to help, so I can only do other tasks.

Not long ago, an old lady drove to Hexi. We went to cry for people's funeral and wept all night, but in the end we were said to be unwilling and kicked us out.

That morning was snowy and the cold wind was more bitter than before. We stepped on the thick snow road and returned to the train station, huddled in the corner of the corner to keep warm.

If this goes on, he won't be able to make money, and Dege can't go home.

So I can only write books to help Dege earn enough money for the train ticket home.

I picked up the tattered Nokia I picked up again and started writing books again.

Alas, it's winter again. In addition to helping Dege earn enough train tickets to go home, I also need to earn some money for clothes. Until now, I still wear a thin single.

Although it looks thick, it is full of clothes. Toilet paper.

"My sister never called my brother" I wrote last year, I barely make ends meet, but the manuscript fee also allowed me to survive the long winter. Thanks to the SF website and all the editors for their support.

Okay, with a lot of bitter tears, I'm going to work with De Ge again.

As for what should I do after De Ge left?

Of course I will continue to beg.

Because I came here last year.

Ah, yes, I'm still the virtuous

It also helped me get through this long and cold winter in the Northeast...