The shop owner smiled awkwardly and said: "I am a shop owner, not a charity person.
If I take your broken bowl and I can't sell it, it will still take up space here.
It's not as good as you Try somewhere else.”
After hearing this, the old man knew that he was also making things difficult for others, so he could only sigh softly, turned around and left.
After the boss watched the old man leave, he turned around and found that Mu Yunbai and Tang Xiaoman were still in the store, so he smiled awkwardly and explained: "It's not that I don't want to help him, it's just that I am running a small business and am weak. " Mu Yunbai smiled at the boss and led Tang Xiaoman out of Qingxin Pavilion without saying a word.
As soon as they came out, they saw the old man who had just left standing in front of another store.
A man who looked like a waiter inside waved his hands, and then the old man left with a look of helplessness.
"That old man is so pitiful."
Tang Xiaoman looked at the old man who had been rejected many times and sighed, "I don't know if I am lucky or unlucky to have a peasant boy who can read."
"Of course it's a kind of luck."
Mu Yunbai hugged Tang Xiaoman and looked at the old man's figure from a distance.
"I still believe that knowledge changes destiny.
Although many people now preach that reading is useless, they feel that reading so many books is not enough.
They can’t make much money.
But what they don’t see is that people who read more have more choices, see things more deeply, and have different ideological realms.”
"Yes?"
Tang Xiaoman frowned.
Just when he was about to give an example to refute Mu Yunbai, he heard Mu Yunbai continue: "What I mean by reading a lot does not simply mean a high degree of education.
Those who just want to fool around."
People with a degree are not included in this list.”
Hearing what he said, Tang Xiaoman's face turned red.
Isn't she a person who just wants to sleep all day long to get her academic qualifications?
The final exams of the last semester were all low-altitude.
Fortunately, after getting the transcript, she He also shouted "Long live sixty" The old man walked farther and farther on this antique street, and received more and more rejections.
However, he still did not give up and asked each house one by one without giving up.
"Let's go talk to him."
Mu Yunbai grabbed Tang Xiaoman's hand and led her towards the old man.
Perhaps he had eaten too many rejections, and the old man, who was a little exhausted, sat down on a bench on the side of the road for passersby to rest.
He hunched over, holding the small metal bowl in his arms, looking at the road blankly. daze.
"Old man, can I see this bowl of yours?"
Mu Yunbai came over, bent down, and said to the old man with a smile.
The old man looked up in confusion.
It took him a while to realize what he was doing.
Then he hurriedly opened the cloth bag in his arms and handed the small black bowl to Mu Yunbai.
The condition of that small bowl is really extremely poor.
In addition to being squashed, the entire bowl seems to have been baked by fire.
The entire bowl is the color of oxidized silver, with a few simple flowers on it.
The metal drawing is filled with old black ash.
"Old man, tell me the truth, where did this bowl come from?"
Mu Yunbai looked at it and said, "As an ancestral object, it is impossible for it to end up like this, not to mention that it is not old enough.
One hundred years.”
"This thing is definitely something from my ancestors," the old man said with an embarrassed look on his face: "It was just found in a crack in the wall of my house.
It was probably the ancestors who showed up and saw my grandson asking for money to study, so this thing appeared. world
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