Ye Qingqing took a piece of cake. The cake was still delicious, but she lost her appetite after just one bite. Her heart felt heavy, and she couldn't eat any more. The more she thought about it, the more worried she became. She took out her phone from her bag and called Ye Mingcheng.
She felt that Ye Mingcheng was more likely to be in trouble. Her father was a kind-hearted man who couldn't judge people well and was either being deceived or tricked. The call was quickly connected, and Ye Mingcheng was fine and busy at the clinic.
"Bring An and Jingjing home to play all the time. I haven't seen them in ages," Ye Mingcheng complained.
"Are you really alright? You didn't bring any homeless people home?" Ye Qingqing was still skeptical.
A few years ago, Ye Mingcheng brought a dirty homeless man home. They met him on the roadside. The man was in his thirties and had a sign that described his tragic story: his wife had uremia, his daughter had leukemia, he had come out to work to earn money for medical expenses, but he encountered a heartless boss who owed him a year's wages and then ran away. He couldn't even afford a train ticket home.
The homeless man said he hadn't eaten for three days and begged kind passersby to give him some love. There were quite a few kind people; one gave a dollar, another gave fifty cents, and some even gave a hundred dollars.
Ye Mingcheng took out all the money he had on him. Fortunately, because Ye Qingqing controlled his finances, he only had thirty-six yuan and three coins after emptying all his pockets. He gave it all to the homeless man and felt quite guilty.
Because he couldn't offer any more help, after much deliberation, Ye Mingcheng decided to take the homeless man home, hoping that Ye Qingqing could help treat the homeless man's wife and daughter.
So, with Ye Mingcheng's enthusiastic help, the reluctant homeless man was dragged to his home, where he was provided with hot water, hot food, and a private room. After being cleaned up, the homeless man didn't look so haggard; he even had a bit of a pretty boy vibe, with delicate skin and tender flesh.
Anyone with a modicum of common sense would be suspicious at this point. The homeless man himself said he worked as a bricklayer on a construction site, and after a year of hard work, he hadn't received a single penny. How could he possibly still have smooth, tender skin after being exposed to wind, sun, and rain 365 days a year? It simply doesn't make sense.
But Ye Mingcheng is such a kind-hearted person. He never wants to think the worst of people. In his eyes, 99% of people are good people, and the remaining 1% may be bad people out of necessity. He believes in the theory that human nature is inherently good, which is completely opposite to Ye Qingqing.
Then Ye Mingcheng chatted with the homeless man, inquiring about his wife and daughter's illness and what stage they were in. The homeless man was sweating profusely from the questions and stammered to get away with it. When the night was quiet, he sneaked away, leaving behind thirty-six yuan and three coins on the table, as well as a letter full of typos.
"Brother, you are a truly good person, I admire you. Under your radiant light, I feel ashamed. I will not return the money to you. Brother, you have not had an easy life either, I cannot bear to do this. Goodbye, I wish you good fortune!"
The next day, Dr. Hu saw the letter and realized what a stupid thing Ye Mingcheng had done. He was both angry and amused. He told Ye Qingqing about it, and Ye Qingqing went over and gave him another lecture.
It was fortunate that he encountered a conman with a conscience. If he had met a scoundrel, he would have been swindled out of all his money. Fortunately, the savings book and house deed were with Ye Qingqing. Ye Mingcheng was penniless and couldn't even take out a hundred yuan. He was also an old man in his fifties, so he didn't have to worry about money or women.
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