In the cold winter, Ni Yan felt cold in a thick down jacket, but Mr. Du still wore the old-style robe as always, with a pair of cloth shoes under his feet.

"I am born with cold bones and are not afraid of hot and cold." Mr. Du's expression was faint.

Ni Yan nodded, as if he was thinking of something, "Oh, by the way, I seem to have heard you say it."

This summer, when I was sending farewell at the airport, Ni Yan joked that Mr. Du's physique is more suitable for medical experiments.

"Why are you the only one, Wei Zhi?" Mr. Du asked while twisting the Buddhist beads.

"He went to City C." Ni Yan replied.

Mr. Du nodded slightly. When he passed by the begging middle-aged man, he subconsciously took out a piece of paper money from his body and threw it into the bowl. Just as he was about to throw it away, a plain white hand blocked his hand, "Don't give it to him."

The middle-aged man who was begging was stunned. He thought he would make a small profit today, but he didn't expect someone to block his way of wealth.

This little girl is too cruel! It would be fine if she didn't give money to herself, but she would have to stop others from giving money!

Didn't you see him so pitiful?

Compared with the young comrade who just made 50 cents, she was far behind!

The middle-aged man's face is very bad.

Mr. Du looked up and saw that the owner of his hand was Ni Yan, and a confused look appeared on his face. Based on his understanding of Ni Yan, Ni Yan was not the kind of person who was unloving.

"He is a professional beggar," Ni Yan explained.

"Professional beggar?" Mr. Du was a little confused.

Ni Yan continued: "Simply put, it is a person who is begging for a living. Don't think that he is very pitiful now. When it's time to get off work, he eats, drinks, wears, and lives better than anyone else."

Even though he is poor and has a strong ambition.

The real poor people don't beg.

This was the 1980s, when China's economic conditions were booming. As long as you have the strength, people who are not disabled will basically not starve to death.

In later generations, professional beggars were almost everywhere, on the subway, in shopping malls...

Some professional beggars are worth millions and own dozens of houses in the city.

This middle-aged man should be regarded as the founder of professional beggars.

"How did you determine that he is a professional beggar?" asked Mr. Du.

Ni Yan's tone was faint, and she was not afraid of being heard by professional beggars kneeling on the ground.

"You see, he is not as strong as a disabled person. Since he is not a disabled person and is in his prime, why can't he make money by relying on his own physical strength? The rice shop in front of him carries a bag of rice for three cents and recruits workers all year round. Moreover, I have noticed that he is never absent from the wind and rain 365 days a year, no matter how wind and rain are blowing. Such people use people's sympathy to seek benefits and satisfy their selfish desires, which is not worthy of sympathy."

"Can you conclude that he is a professional beggar based on these?" Mr. Du asked back while twisting the Buddhist beads.

"Of course it's more than that." Ni Yan's eyebrows and eyes were clear and her tone was shallow. "You see, although he was thin, his facial features and face were energetic. A real beggar should have a pale face and skinny face because of his long-term warm food. How could he look like he was not full?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man kneeling on the ground was sweating in cold sweat.

This is the first time he has been begging here for so long, and the other party is a girl who is only eighteen or nineteen years old...

This feeling is really...

It seems he has to change the situation!

The middle-aged man looked up at Ni Yan, then stood up and ran away in a panic.

Looking at the middle-aged man's back as he ran away, a smile appeared on the corner of Ni Yan's mouth, Divoron was a shallow, "Look, you'll run away in the panic."

A smile can be infected, and the corners of Mr. Du's mouth also blurred a little, as if a flower bloomed in the snow and ice, and all things revived.

Wu Yanyu didn't go far, but hid behind the alley and watched here.

Because the distance was too far, she couldn't hear what they were saying, but she could see clearly that Ni Yan's action of stopping Mr. Du from giving money.

What is Ni Yan doing?

Did she do it on purpose?

She had actually seen herself long ago?

Just because she gave the beggar 50 cents, would she want to stop Mr. Du from giving the money?

It would be fine if she didn't give the money! She actually drove away the poor beggar!

Why does she want this?

It's really too much!

Wu Yanyu bit his lip tightly and looked at Ni Yan's back, his eyes full of anger.

"It's twelve o'clock, are you eating?" Ni Yan took out a watch from her pocket and asked Mr. Du as he looked at the time.

"No." Mr. Du shook his head.

In the idea of ​​caring for the elderly in the empty nest, Ni Yan recalled the profound instructions, and then said, "Then let's go have a meal together, I didn't eat either."

"good."

Mr. Du originally thought Ni Yan would take him to the beautiful country, but he didn't expect Ni Yan to take him directly to an unknown food street.

It was cold and the food street was crowded with people. The tastes of various foods were combined together, which was quite fragrant. However, people like Du who were used to eating high-end hotels would be somewhat uncomfortable. After all, they were street stalls and the hygiene situation could not be so good.

Mr. Du turned his eyes to Ni Yan, but he didn't see any disgust in her eyebrows.

This person is really not particular...

In fact, Ni Yan is really not very particular about food. She can go to high-end Western restaurants and eat steak elegantly. She can sit at a street stall without any image and eat spicy hot pot.

As long as it tastes good, what else does it mean if people are worried about this and that when they are alive?

"Sit down." Ni Yan took Mr. Du to a wonton stall and sat down, "Don't look at the inconspicuous stall, but it tastes good."

Technology is developing and the times are progressing. In the past, wonton could only be eaten in Guangguan. Now, with more and more people going into business, there are more and more delicious food in Beijing.

Mr. Du leaned over to Ni Yan, placed the Buddhist beads on the table, picked up the handkerchief she carried with him, and slowly wiped the bowls and chopsticks.

Ni Yan raised her eyebrows slightly, this person was quite particular.

I've all come to eat on the street stalls, and Is it still a matter of whether it's hygienic or not?

"Boss, give me a bowl of chicken soup wonton," Yu Luo, Ni Yan looked at Mr. Du, "What are you going to eat? Besides wonton, there is also rice noodles here."

"Just like you." Mr. Du raised his eyes.

"Okay." Ni Yan nodded and said to the shop owner: "Then you need two portions of chicken soup wonton, and then another portion of spicy braised duck head, and a portion of duck gizzards, well, that's all."

"Okay, you can wait."

Soon, wonton and braised duck heads were brought to the table.

Ni Yan grabbed a duck's head and said, "I'll eat it first, don't be polite."

First take a bite of spicy braised duck head, and when the spicy and fragrant taste fills the entire mouth, then take a sip of delicious chicken soup. The taste is so beautiful!

Seeing Ni Yan's face was satisfied, Master Du also tried to pick up a duck's head and took a bite.

Um.

Although the taste is not as good as the national beauty, it is not as bad as imagined.

"You try duck gizzards again, duck gizzards are also good." After chewing a duck head, Ni Yan began to transfer his target to duck gizzards.

As he ate, it became a little hot. Ni Yan took off his scarf and looked at Mr. Du again. There was not even a trace of sweat on his forehead. He couldn't help but envy his physique.

After dinner, he walked out of the food street and Ni Yan said, "How is it, the street stall tastes pretty good, right?"

"It's much better than I thought." Mr. Du twisted the Buddhist beads.

"This is your first time eating a street stall?" Ni Yan was a little surprised.

Mr. Du nodded slightly.

Ni Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, "Then you are really not in the world."

Not in the world?

Is this used to describe a man?

Mr. Du smiled, "You are quite good at praising people."

The two of them were walking and talking. At this moment, a little boy holding a snow ball ran towards him with a smile to avoid his companion's "attack".

The child didn't look at the road when he was playing. He was about to hit Ni Yan. Before Master Du could take action, Ni Yan quickly held the boy with his eyes and hands, "Slow down, I'm worried that he's falling."

The little boy looked up...

Wow!

This sister is too beautiful, and her face turned red in an instant, "Thank you sister!" After that, she ran away quickly.

Ni Yan looked at the little boy's back and smiled and said, "The child is so nice, carefree."

Mr. Du nodded slightly and then asked, "If you were given a chance, would you be willing to go back to your five or six-year-old child?"

"I wasn't so carefree when I was a child." Ni Yan smiled with his eyebrows.

Children from poor families have long been in the family. When she was five or six years old, she had to help with housework. If she couldn't do it well, she would have to be beaten. Where can she have children?
To be continued...