The Tip of the Gangster’s Heart

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There are all kinds of people sitting on the rickshaw, and they are in a hurry.

The nickname is peddling, the small restaurant is closed, and the fresh fragrance of wontons wafts from the depths of the street, which is mouth-watering.

In a tea house with a quiet posthumous title, an old record player is placed by the window, melodiously emitting a moving melody,

Added a touch of poetry to this peaceful and peaceful morning.

"Drip-drip-"

An old tin car crossed the street, causing pedestrians to avoid it.

The jet-black exhaust spewed out from the exhaust pipe, leaving behind a cloud of thick smoke, which was pungent and unpleasant.

at the side of the street,

Several beggars were leaning together, holding bowls, still sleeping.

The exhaust didn't affect them in the slightest.

There was only one of the little girls, with a straight face and expressionless face.

She choked a few times and waved the black smoke away.

Holding a small bowl in her dirty little hands, there was still a piece of unfinished black steamed bun in it.

The little girl was small and thin, she looked only six or seven years old.

Her hair was messy, her little face was dirty and dark, her clothes were picked up and hadn't been changed in a month, and they were covered with dust and grease.

She looked at the beggars sitting together, and sighed faintly.

Bright big eyes, with a bit of helplessness.

What about comfort?

In the past few days she came, it was hard just to grab the steamed buns.

If she didn't know a little magic, she really couldn't compete with those adults.

liar group.

T^T

"Tuanzi, are you there?"

【叮咚——】

[System disorder! The system is out of order! 】

【please wait……】

"..." is still not there.

Fu Sheng rubbed her belly, feeling hungry again.

She lowered her head and looked at the only small piece of steamed bun she had left, took a bite, and ate the whole thing.

Um,

If the old ones don't go, the new ones won't come.

The little beggar thought peacefully.

...

...

A new day begins.

The gathered beggars squatted by the side of the teahouse, waiting to eat the leftovers from the guests.

Occasionally, if you are lucky, you can grab a few steamed buns.

Fusheng is an orphan, no one to protect him, so he was naturally dragged to the back at such a critical moment.

But she has spells, and she can always snatch one secretly when people are not paying attention.

She knew that she couldn't grab her little arms and legs, so she didn't bother to go up to them.

So every time, I followed slowly and waited.

"Didi—"

Another car horn sounded, and the beggars who were scrambling for food in the middle of the road avoided one after another.

A low-key black Berk coupe drove across the street and disappeared around the corner.

The speed is stable, the exhaust smoke is faint, and it looks like an extremely high-end car.

Fu Sheng glanced at it, then continued to hold the small broken bowl, and followed behind the big beggars.

She stood on the side of the street with her dirty feet bare, staring eagerly with her big clear eyes, which aroused the pity of many people.

"Clang--"

A piece of ocean dropped into her bowl.

Fu Sheng was taken aback for a moment, then looked up.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

A gentle man wearing thin-rimmed glasses looked at her and smiled, then left.

He was wearing a long robe and mandarin jacket, carrying a black box in his hand, looking very bookish,

Fu Sheng blinked and watched him leave.

On the small broken bowl lay a clean piece of foreign money,

In the next second, he was grabbed by a hand full of dirt.

"Eh? Brat, are you so lucky??! Anyone who sees it has a share, this ocean belongs to me!"

A big unkempt man snatched the money and ran away.

Fu Sheng instantly looked at her empty, broken bowl,

"you--"

She's angry, it's hers!

Fu Sheng started to chase, "That's mine!!"