Before the Spring Festival, some factories began to take holidays, and migrant workers in cities gradually returned to their hometowns. The lively night markets were much deserted.
Ding Keke's business is also declining day by day.
He has saved enough for the next semester's tuition. He is growing taller and his pants have reached his ankles. He can use them as cropped pants to keep up with the fashion. However, the shoes are a little tight on his feet when he wears them. I'm afraid that in the spring of next year, his toes will be pressed and broken.
However, he planned to get a new pair of shoes before the end of the year.
However, there are unforeseen circumstances.
Ding Keke was sitting in the classroom, looking out the window from time to time. The sky was gray, and it was raining lightly. It seemed that God had no intention of stopping the rain. He took out his mobile phone and kept refreshing the recent weather forecast. It showed 12, 13,
14 and 15 were all light rain: "It will rain for four more days, will anyone survive?" I complained in my heart.
"Ding Keke, pay attention in class and don't play with your mobile phone." The Chinese teacher has been paying attention to him for a long time, and he really can't bear it.
Today, Ding Keke has swept away the gloom of the past few days and is in a good mood.
After several days of rain, it finally cleared up.
He was humming a little tune while sorting out the books, planning to go out to the stall for the last time before the year.
Ouyang Qingxuan saw this and asked, "You want to go out?"
Ding Keke replied while tidying up: "Yes! If we don't leave the stall, we will have nothing to eat."
Ding Keke immediately corrected him, revealing his shoes that were on the verge of collapse: "Haha! Thanks to you, I have food to eat, but I also have to make money to live."
Ding Keke turned on the self-deprecating mode and said: "If they don't change, they will stand out in the new society and let them go out to enjoy the cool breeze."
Ouyang Qingxuan looked at it: "I'll buy it for you..."
Ding Keke didn't wait for Ouyang Qingxuan to finish speaking, but interrupted: "No, there is thunder from the sky."
Ouyang Qingxuan leaned against the wall: "It seems you have misunderstood Tianlei's punishment."
Ding Keke has witnessed it with his own eyes. Is there any detailed rules for the punishment of getting something for nothing? He asked in surprise: "What's the difference?"
Ouyang Qingxuandao smiled and said: "It is similar to the laws of the human world. It seems strict, but it is reasonable. It will not restrict people's normal interactions and life. Moreover, it depends on who is giving the gift. The higher the level, the amount can be gifted.
more."
Ding Keke thought to himself: It seems that the laws of heaven are not as rigid as imagined.
He raised his head and looked at Ouyang Qingxuan: You, forget it, you show your courtesy for no reason, you are either committing adultery or stealing.
Said: "I see, but I have hands and feet and I can support myself."
"That's okay, then I can go out with you, right?" Ouyang Qingxuan suddenly thought.
"Yes, but it's a bit messy there, don't you mind..." Ding Keke felt that it was a bit inappropriate for Ouyang Qingxuan, a noble god like him, to walk through the night market.
"Brother, how can I buy this book?" A little girl wearing a green miniskirt and a rhinestone hairpin was as if her soul was sucked by the domineering president who came out of the book. Her eyes fell on Ouyang Qingxuan and couldn't move away.
asked delicately.
Ouyang Qingxuan smiled at her, his voice was low and slow, and he responded with ecstasy: "Well, ask that little brother."
Ding Ke could see the condition, and goosebumps fell all over the floor.
I thought to myself: Is this a fairy? Is Ouyang Qingxuan some kind of evil incarnation, a nine-tailed fox? Or maybe he is a vampire who uses charm skills and specializes in abducting ignorant girls.
"Brother, can you take a photo with me?" Several girls were as excited as if they saw the idol Oppa walking out of a TV series. They took out their mobile phones and wanted to take a photo with Ouyang Qingxuan.
Ouyang Qingxuan was stunned, put his hands into his trousers pockets, glanced at the bookstall, and saw that Coco was looking at him expectantly. He had an idea and said with a sly smile: "Thirty seconds, whoever has more will take the photo."
Several girls grabbed a bunch of them in a confused manner, and Ding Keke's bookstall was almost overturned by them. The girl who finally grabbed fifty-four books took a close-up photo with Ouyang Qingxuan as she wished, and she was excited for a few seconds.
Post to Moments.
The crazy behavior of several people attracted the attention of angels with broken wings.
"Isn't this... bad...?" Ding Ke can see that more and more men and women are crowding around the booth. He is not selling books. He has hired a male idol to advertise and solicit sponsorships.
He had no right to interfere with the words and deeds of gods, but this chaos must eventually end, so he mustered up the courage, stammered, and expressed his wishes.
Ouyang Qingxuan looked like it had nothing to do with him: "Don't look at me, look at you."
Ding Keke didn't get the point of this sentence for a moment and asked instead: "Look at me?"
Ding Keke thought to himself: I am provoking someone by setting up a stall here. It’s not a big deal for the gods. I will challenge the bottom line again and again. Those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes.
I felt unhappy for a while.
Confirming again, I had an idea in my mind: "Really look at me?"
Ouyang Qingxuan rolled his eyes, feeling bad.
For the first time in his life, Ding Keke yelled shamelessly: "Take a photo, take a photo, take a photo with the immortal face for 20 yuan, scan the code on WeChat, Alipay, and take the photo instantly. This is the only opportunity in this life. Don't miss it again."
, what is lost will never come back.”
"How dare you!" When Ouyang Qingxuan saw this, he knew that Ding Keke might have misunderstood. His face turned pale and he squeezed out two words through his teeth.
A beautiful girl scanned the QR code on WeChat and paid 100 yuan: "Take the money and take five pictures."
Ding Keke smiled and made a gesture of invitation: "Little brother, please."
Ouyang Qingxuan wished he could blow him away with a breath of immortal energy, but he endured it and stiffly posed for photos with the beautiful girl.
"It's my turn!" A little girl held her mobile phone, and the screen showed a payment of 40 yuan.
"Line up! Everyone, line up! Come one by one." Ding Keke greeted the crowd and glanced at Ouyang Qingxuan from the corner of his eye. He thought his prank could scare him away, but unexpectedly he was very cooperative.
It didn't disgust others, but I put myself in it. I didn't know how to clean myself up when I got home, and my intestines were so blue.
The mechanical female voice on WeChat politely reminds:
"80 yuan has been received."
"60 yuan has been received."
"100 yuan has been received."
…
Ouyang Qingxuan's face turned green and blue again, and the strangulating gazes came to him one after another...
Ding Keke suddenly felt a chill on his back and felt that his life was in danger. He risked his life to snatch back the payment code from a bunch of beautiful girls.
Ouyang Qingxuan's face was livid. Originally he just wanted to be disgusted and fuck Ding Keke, but unexpectedly there were more and more people there. He turned his back to everyone with heartache and said nothing.
The people queuing up, seeing that the photo taking was suspended, began to shout: "Do you want to take a photo or not? We can pay!"
While calming the crowd, Ding Keke took out his mobile phone to prepare a refund: "I'm sorry! If you didn't take the photo, I'll refund you immediately."
"We want to take pictures, we refuse to refund, we want to take pictures..." the girl standing in the front row shouted loudly, and the crowd behind also followed suit...
"We want to take pictures."
"We want to take pictures."
The scene was a bit chaotic. Ding Keke had one head and two big ones.
2,360 yuan has been collected, and I am ready to die.
Looking at Ouyang Qingxuan in despair, his eyes were full of pleading, and he whispered softly: "Boss, it's my fault. Please cooperate. We can talk about it when we get back."
Ouyang Qingxuan squeezed out a few words through his teeth: "Shoot it yourself, where's the toughness just now?"
Ding Keke looked at Ouyang Qingxuan pitifully, saying, "Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Besides, you started it. If you don't finish filming, those beautiful girls will be gone before you can clean it up."
Just peeled off my skin and gave me cramps.”
Ouyang Qingxuan glared at Ding Keke, then picked up his phone and operated it for a while.
WeChat’s mechanical voice: “23,600 yuan has been received.”
Ouyang Qingxuan said coldly: "Handle it yourself, and settle the debt after you get it back."
After Ouyang Qingxuan finished speaking, he gave Ding Keke an all-around perfect smile, turned around and walked away.
Ding Keke originally planned to save some money to buy a pair of shoes for the last time, but now he has not earned any money and still owes a huge debt. What happened?
He stood among a group of beautiful girls, not in the mood to appreciate the scenery at all. He wished he could build a wall to surround himself.
The angry spittle of the beautiful girls splashed all over his face.
The protagonist left the scene, and the angry voice changed from more to less, from high to low, and finally reason suppressed instinct.
The opportunity was gone, and the loss in the heart had to be compensated through financial means. Everyone turned to strive for more compensation, and finally everyone agreed to compensate three times the original price.
He experienced a double blow both spiritually and financially, especially financially. He sat dejectedly in front of the stall and reviewed his life.
Under the situation of extremely disparity in power, he failed to see the facts clearly, lost his intelligence for a moment (mainly due to lack of understanding), and impulsively wrote and directed this farce. In the end, he lost 4,720 yuan and also lost money on the used books he sold.
's rice bowl.
This time I lost my wife and lost my troops, so it was a small matter.
He thought about Ouyang Qingxuan's angry look when he left, and a feeling of despair came to his heart.
He didn't dare to think about how the moody fairy boss would punish him after he returned.