"You."
Zhao Yazhi gently pushed Wu Changyun and told him to be more careful when talking to children.
"There's no such thing as a cheap product. We're all craftsmen and we don't usually set up stalls casually. We're just lucky to come across this."
"Why didn't I see your father come today?" Chen Gangsheng was acquainted with this little guy. His father also came from Hong Kong. He had some trouble with the urban management some time ago and was said to have been injured.
"Dad was taken away."
When Wu Changyun heard this, he looked up at the little boy. He didn't expect that there was a story behind this question.
"Has the person not come back yet?" Chen Gangsheng asked with concern. He looked like he was going to call the street vendors to go with him to beg for money.
"I'm back now, but I caught a cold, and my asthma attack came back."
As the saying goes, lung disease is difficult to cure. Wu Changyun sighed. Anyway, they had no destination on this trip, so Wu Changyun simply sat down next to the little boy behind the stall.
"What are you doing here?"
Wu Changyun did not answer, but helped the little boy to shout and sell the boy's clay figurines.
Zhao Yazhi and Chen Gangsheng also sat in. Now there were three adults sitting behind the stall, and it was crowded. Zhao Yazhi thought Wu Changyun would be generous again, and sometimes she was afraid of Wu Changyun's behavior.
Money can help a person, but it cannot change a person.
Wu Changyun can use money to make a poor person rich, but he cannot make a bad person become a good person. There are many things in this world that cannot be explained clearly.
"I will work for you for free today." Wu Changyun said to the boy.
"Working? Are you the only one who can do it? Don't come here to play." The little boy was a little disgusted, especially with Wu Changyun's frivolous attitude.
"Hello, you little bastard."
Seeing Wu Changyun and the little boy bickering, Zhao Yazhi thought both of them were so cute.
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