The girl said, "I'm not begging."
"I know." Jiang Jiusheng took the guitar off his back. "I want to hire you. I'm a busker. Would you like to be my helper?"
The girl doubted, "but I can't do anything."
"It's easy. You can take the piano box for me to collect money." Jiang Jiusheng threw the piano box on the ground, put a piece of paper on the ground, sat down to tune, "if I earn more, I can share some more with you."
She agreed and picked up Jiang Jiusheng's piano box.
Since playing and singing, the atmosphere was surprisingly good, and soon attracted many people. Jiang Jiusheng sang four songs in a row.
During the break, the girl bought two bottles of ice water with the only two steel bars left on her body. The two 100 pieces given by Jiang Jiusheng have been stuck in the piano box and dare not move.
"My name is Jiang Jiusheng. How about you?"
The girl said, "my name is ink. Talk about ink."
"Let's change places."
"Good."
Jiang Jiusheng sang another rock song.
Talking about calligraphy, she didn't know the name of the song, only remembered that it was very pleasant. At that time, she thought, how could there be such a beautiful girl in the world.
They went to three places and earned 1860 yuan. They went to eat noodle soup under the Sanjiu bridge together. When she went to add chili noodles, Jiang Jiusheng put 1860 yuan neatly folded on the dining table, together with 200 yuan she hired, which totaled 2060 yuan.
At that time, when we talked about calligraphy, we knew that Jiang Jiusheng was not a busker.
She collected money and spent 1600 yuan to buy her mother the cheapest coffin. Because she couldn't afford to rent a funeral home, she spent another 400 yuan to hire a big brother and bury her mother together.
Jiang Jiusheng took back his thoughts and replied, "I remember, we made a total of 1860 yuan."
When it comes to ink, she says, "thank you."
Jiang Jiusheng shook his head: "you sold me your labor and invited me to have a meal of noodle soup. No need to thank you again."
Sure enough, she was right. Jiang Jiusheng is the best person in the world.
"Sheng Ye," a daily conversation, talking about the ink treasure leading her little dirt cat to step forward, "is this your dog?"
Bo Meiao in her arms, Jiang Jiusheng said, "it's my friend's dog."
It's really white, but it's not very neat, a little fat, stupid and cute.
Talking about calligraphy, he sincerely praised: "it's really powerful!"
As soon as Jiang Bomei understood it, she called out majestically, "Wang!"
Talking about the small dirt cat in Mo Bao's hand, she smiled and rolled a cat: "look, I'm scared of the dots." It's worthy of being a friend's dog of Lord Sheng! That's bullshit!
"Wang! Wang! "
Jiang Bomei called twice more, especially angrily.
Then, when it's time to cut
"Ouch ~ ouch ~ ouch ~"
the wailing sounds are shocking!
The pet stylist's razor hasn't gone down yet. Jiang Bomei looks up at the sky 45 degrees, squeezing out two drops of tears that seem to have been lost. At the same time, she looks up at the sky and screams and runs away.
Jiang Jiusheng took out a piece of dried meat: "Bomei, don't hide, it doesn't hurt."
He grabbed the dried meat and howled vaguely: "Wuwuwuwu..."
The baby is so scared.
The pet stylist cut a small inch for Bomei. How to say, the hair suddenly became shorter and fatter. After cutting the hair, Bomei looked in the mirror, then thought about life in the mirror. Finally There is no love in life!
Jiang Jiusheng took several photos of it with his mobile phone and sent them to Shi Jin.
He quickly replied, "no photo?"
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