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Yuan Ning stepped forward to help the old man who had fallen by the booth, and looked at the sobbing little girl next to him.I saw the little girl next to me wiping her tears with the back of her hand. Because she was setting up a stall with the old man, the back of her hand was not very clean. She just fell down and got a little bit of sand on the ground.Yuan Ning took out a small handkerchief from his pocket, and handed it over gently: "Don't wipe your eyes with your hands, use this instead."

The little girl was stunned, and stared at the soft handkerchief. The color was light blue, the texture was very soft, and it was very beautiful.She hesitated and wondered whether she should reach out to pick it up, such a good handkerchief, what if it gets dirty by her?

"It's okay," Yuan Ning saw the little girl's hesitation, and felt as if he saw himself back then.Was he like this back then?Be careful with what you get, for fear that you will get dirty and waste it.Yuan Ning squatted in front of the little girl, "I still have a lot, this one is for you."

The little girl timidly accepted the handkerchief.

Yuan Ning smiled at her, and stepped forward to help the old man to see a doctor.But the old man said, "It's okay, this little injury is nothing to worry about. Thank you, son."

There was an unconcealable sadness on the old man's face.He also wanted to call the patrolman and sue the man in the pot to jail, but after all, he was a child raised by himself, and this little beating was not to the point of hurting his muscles and bones, so what could he do?

Just endure it!

What else can be done?

Even if people were arrested and locked up for a few days like today, it would not be of much use. When they came out, they would even harass them even more.This is the scary thing about this kind of hooligans, those with bare feet are not afraid to wear shoes!

Seeing the old man's dejected expression, Yuan Ning felt a little sad when he saw the old man's slightly trembling right hand: "Your granddaughter still needs you to raise her. If there is something wrong with your hand, wouldn't she still have to take care of you?"

The old man's hands trembled even more.

At this time, the doctor in the alley rushed over after hearing the news. Seeing that the old man was injured, he spat coldly: "That bastard came back to make trouble again? Uncle Wu, you are too soft-hearted! Don't be cruel to this kind of person, He will get more and more aggressive, making troubles for you all day and night!" He sat down next to the old man, skillfully opened the medicine box, and treated the old man's hand injury.The doctor looked at the wound for a moment, "I hurt my muscles and bones, so I can't move for a few days."

"How can this work?" The old man's lips trembled, "Just pointing to earning Xiao Ke's tuition these few days! Xiao Ke will go to school next year, and it will cost money to pay tuition and buy textbooks... Xiao Ke is growing up Time to eat better..."

"Isn't it just Chinese New Year? Elementary school only starts in September, it's early!" The doctor was also anxious, "You insist on continuing to set up this stall, you are so useless! Listen to me, take a good rest these few days, Taking care of your body is more important than anything else.”

"I won't go to school anymore." The little girl cried, "Grandpa, I won't go to school anymore."

"What nonsense!" The old man said angrily, "Grandpa just suffered from not studying well! Even if you don't eat, you can't stop studying! Look at that bastard just now, he doesn't want to go to school at such a young age. What kind of mess is it now! You won’t take such a crooked path when you go to school, and you won’t be looked down upon by others!”

The little girl was sobbing, not knowing what to do.

The onlookers hadn't dispersed yet, listening to the conversation between the grandfather and grandson felt sour.

Just when the crowd asked for some money to help the little girl pay for her tuition, Yuan Ning took Lazhang Xiuyan's hand, turned to the old man and said, "Grandpa, my elder brother and I will help you write!"

The old man was stunned for a moment, and his eyes turned around Yuan Ning and Zhang Xiuyan. Only then did he realize that the two children were well dressed and had a very extraordinary temperament, unlike ordinary children.It's just that they are so young, can they write Spring Festival couplets well?

Yuan Ning said: "I can write one for you to see first!"

Others saw that there was still excitement to watch, so they didn't leave, and some new onlookers were attracted by this large circle of people, and the Spring Festival couplet booth was tightly surrounded.Yuan Ning felt a little apprehensive when he saw this battle.He couldn't help looking at Zhang Xiuyan.

Zhang Xiuyan looked at Yuan Ning from the sidelines, and had no intention of appeasing or intervening.Since it's something you decide to take care of, then take care of it yourself to the end!

Yuan Ning: "..."

Yuan Ning secretly took a deep breath to calm down his breathing.Nothing to be afraid of, he has participated in the National Calligraphy Competition!Although there were not so many people watching at that time, the atmosphere was much more tense than this!

Yuan Ning stabilized his breathing, and also stabilized his hands.He picked up the pen prepared at the old man's booth, slightly startled.

Yuan Ning has practiced calligraphy with Zhang Xiuyan for so long, and he can tell the quality of the brush and ink. The ink used by the old man is ordinary ink, but the brush is somewhat special.This stall is too hidden, almost the whole stall is hidden in the alley, the rent is not needed, but relatively speaking, the traffic is relatively small - the most obvious thing is that the old man has not sold half of the Spring Festival couplets today.

As a result, the pen has not yet touched the ink, and the soft tip of the pen is round and white, like a magnolia flower that is about to bloom.

The quality of a pen can be judged by four points: sharp, neat, round, and strong—the tip of the pen is sharp and fine, and the entire tip of the pen is full, full, and elastic.The pen looked good, and Yuan Ning was delighted to see Lie Xin, and immediately forgot to be nervous, so he soaked the ink and started writing on the flattened paper.

What Yuan Ning wrote was a couplet randomly chosen from the couplet book of the old man: the first couplet is smooth sailing and every year is good, and the second couplet is all the best backgammon.

Yuan Ning finished writing carefully. He was sure that the brush used by the old man was very good. The four points of sharp, neat, round, and healthy were all taken up. I felt that the written characters were even more beautiful than when he practiced normally!

Yuan Ning was about to share his trial experience with Zhang Xiuyan, when he suddenly found that the others were looking straight at him, their eyes were like seeing a ghost in the daytime, or looking at some monster.

Yuan Ning felt a little uncomfortable and couldn't help looking at Zhang Xiuyan.

Zhang Xiuyan saw Yuan Ning's uneasiness, and he didn't see death again.He stepped forward to take the pen in Yuan Ning's hand, and wrote another Spring Festival couplet with the same concentration as Yuan Ning.

Although they come from the same vein, Zhang Xiuyan's brushstrokes are more vigorous and elegant. His characters are composed and strong, as if they are about to jump out of the paper.

In contrast, Yuan Ning's wrist strength is a bit weak, and he can't write Zhang Xiuyan's strong and thick strokes, but his handwriting is a bit more elegant than Zhang Xiuyan's, with well-proportioned beauty and hidden muscles and bones with sharpness.

Of course, only an insider can see this trick, and from the outsider's point of view-it looks good!This Spring Festival couplets are beautifully written!Posted on the door of the house, I feel like a cultural person!

Everyone else watched Yuan Ning and Zhang Xiuyan write Spring Festival couplets one after another. Although it took a long time, no one was willing to blink—let alone leave.

How can two such young children write so well?Much better looking than those sold outside!

Some people came to their senses first, pushed forward and said, "I want this pair of couplets!" Others also came to their senses, not to be outdone, and expressed their desire to buy.

Yuan Ning asked the little girl to collect money and maintain order, and asked the people behind what couplets to choose and who to write.

Before they knew it, the red paper and ink on the booth were all used up, and Yuan Ning and Zhang Xiuyan's wrists were sore from writing.The tuition and miscellaneous fees of elementary school do not exceed 40 yuan in one semester, and the sum of so many Spring Festival couplets sold today barely makes up half of it!

Yuan Ning looked at the crowd who were still approaching, and smiled at them apologetically: "I won't write today, and while it's still early, I'll send the old man and the little girl home."

Everyone else knew that Yuan Ning and Zhang Xiuyan were helping out on a voluntary basis. Although they didn't think there was anything to buy after waiting for so long, they all dispersed in understanding-in fact, they were not waiting to buy, but just looking around These two children write big characters.

At this time, a 26-year-old young man squeezed out from behind the crowd, with a camera hanging around his neck, with a pleasant smile on his face: "So it's Ningning and you guys!"

Yuan Ning was a little surprised when he saw the visitor: "Brother Zhao? Didn't you go abroad?"

It was Reporter Zhao, who had previously done special topics on autism.Reporter Zhao went abroad with the medical team two years ago and encountered many dangers. Mr. Zhang fought for a lot of things for the medical team and gave Reporter Zhao a lot of help. Therefore, Reporter Zhao and Zhang's family are very close.

"It's Chinese New Year, come back and have a look. Since the protagonists are you, then I can't do this news, lest someone say I'm flattering and hugging my thighs." Reporter Zhao rubbed Yuan Ning's head, "Ning Ning, you are still like this, You can find something everywhere you go.”

Zhang Xiuyan clapped Reporter Zhao's hand away silently.

Reporter Zhao: "..."

Zhang Xiuyan said: "If you rub your head often, you will not grow taller."

Yuan Ning agreed: "Yes!"

Reporter Zhao: "........."

Zhang Xiuyan said: "It's not that Yuan Ning always encounters these things, but that things happen all the time. It's just that Yuan Ning will take care of them, and some people will turn a blind eye when they encounter them." Although Yuan Ning There will always be a lot of "trouble", but Zhang Xiuyan never thinks that it is the reason for Yuan Ning, let alone think that Yuan Ning is a little troublesome.

There is nothing wrong with wanting to help others, and there is nothing wrong with helping others when you can.Yuan Ning is not a child who doesn't know how to measure. Like the situation just now, Yuan Ning didn't rush to confront the man head-on. When he knew he couldn't beat him, Yuan Ning would ask the police for help instead of showing off his prestige.

Reporter Zhao made a silent expression to Yuan Ning.He finally knew that Zhang Xiuyan couldn't make jokes, especially those related to Yuan Ning!

Yuan Ning said: "Let's help the old man push the stall home!" Yuan Ning ran back to the stall and called the little girl to tidy up all the things together.

The old man's eyes were red, he didn't know what to say, he could only repeat: "Thank you, children, thank you." He always believed that good people will be rewarded with good things, and they will always help people who need help, even if they are adults. Half of his life has been spent in poverty, but he still believes in this - he has been pushed to the extreme by his adopted son in the past two years, and he has gradually become a little discouraged.

Yuan Ning asked Ming where the old man was, and together with Zhang Xiuyan and reporter Zhao, they pushed the stall into the winding alley.Under the guidance of the little girl, Yuan Ning saw the place where the grandfather and grandson lived.