At that moment, her heart couldn't help but ripple, and her joy was beyond words.
"Oh, it's you! What a coincidence!" Her words were full of surprise.
Qian Ming stopped when he heard the voice, and when he turned around, a warm picture slowly unfolded.
In front of him was a petite but lively girl. She stood in a pile of waste, waving at him with a smile so bright that people couldn't help but want to treasure it.
"Oh, it's you, what a fate!" Qian Ming responded, his tone mixed with surprise and joy.
He took a step forward, the confusion on his face clear. "Why are you here? What are you looking for?"
Xu Qinghe explained with a smile, his words revealing a sense of optimism.
"Haha, what a coincidence! My family's thinking about replacing some furniture lately, but the prices are really daunting, so I decided to try my luck here. Unexpectedly, the old man here is so kind, he let me take everything I picked out for free. He's such a nice guy, so generous and kind, he didn't charge a penny for what others consider 'junk'."
In her narrative, Xu Qinghe cleverly avoided the old man's hesitation and rejection at the beginning.
She knew that although this garbage station was public property, the old man's hard work day after day in sorting, recycling and processing gave him the right to decide how to deal with those treasures ignored by others.
His generosity is based on his love and respect for the job.
Thinking of this, Xu Qinghe couldn't help but feel a warm current in his heart.
She thought of Qian Ming's story, the boy in the book who depended on his grandfather and grew up strong despite going through hardships.
The death of his grandfather was undoubtedly a huge blow to him, but it was also because of this loss that he learned to cherish and persevere.
And now, the old man in the garbage station seems to have become a bridge connecting the past and the present, silently guarding this small world.
After hearing this, Qian Ming looked at his grandfather with complicated eyes, his heart full of curiosity and exploration.
The old man seemed a little uncomfortable under such scrutiny. He tried to avoid the direct gaze and said half-jokingly and half-seriously, "Why are you staring at me like that? Could it be that you still know this shameless little girl?"
Qian Ming nodded frankly, his eyes gleaming with gratitude. "Grandpa, she is the friend who warned me of the danger in the black market. If you had given me the chance before, I must have thanked her well."
As soon as these words were spoken, the old man's expression suddenly became subtle. He turned to Xu Qinghe in disbelief, and seemed to be undergoing a rapid self-reflection in his heart - did he misunderstand his grandson's benefactor?
Sensing the old man's embarrassment, Xu Qinghe cleverly interrupted, trying to ease the sudden tense atmosphere.
"Hey, it's actually nothing serious. I just happened to overhear them talking about some trouble, so I warned Qian Ming. And, it was also thanks to his trust. If it were someone else, faced with such a good deal, they might have ignored the danger warning."
Her tone was relaxed and natural, as if she was narrating an insignificant daily incident, but it invisibly deepened the understanding and friendship between them.
The old man nodded his head like pounding garlic, his eyes full of approval. He was secretly glad that his grandson was not so stubborn, otherwise this storm would probably be difficult to calm down.
He turned his gaze to Xu Qinghe, his expression showing a touch of gentleness and acceptance. "Just now you said, is there anything you need to buy? Tell me more."
Xu Qinghe was touched by this sudden warm help, and she gave Qian Ming a look full of gratitude.
Then, facing the old man, she said with a hint of excitement and anticipation, "I'm looking for some furniture, no matter if it's old or slightly defective. As long as it can be repaired and used, I'm willing to take it home and repair it myself, giving it a new life."
In this materialistic age, Xu Qinghe's philosophy of life appears particularly simple and practical.
She believes that there is no need to pursue luxury in home furnishings and avoid unnecessary envy and gossip. In daily life, digging out some small and exquisite things from one's own little world is enough to embellish life and give it extraordinary meaning.
Qian Ming looked at the old man, his eyes full of sincerity, and his words were laced with cunning: "Grandpa, I remember you collected a lot of good things before. Why don't you let this girl pick a few at will? It can be regarded as a token of our appreciation!"
"What do you know, kid?"
The old man glared at Qian Ming in feigned anger, but his heart was filled with helplessness and doting.
Those collections are the result of his years of hard work, and each one carries his wish to prepare for the future for his grandson.
As an old man who makes a living by recycling waste, he secretly collected many treasures abandoned by others during that turbulent period, dreaming that one day he could refurbish them and add splendor to his grandson's wedding.
Unexpectedly, his own grandson actually wanted an outsider to choose at will, which made him feel mixed emotions.
However, the old man is a sensible man after all, and he can distinguish between grudges and the overall situation.
He turned to Xu Qinghe and said, "Come with me."
"Oh, thanks to you, Grandpa Qian!"
Xu Qinghe changed his address sincerely without any affectation. The closeness and sincerity instantly brought them closer.
Although Grandpa Qian pretended to be disgusted, he was actually full of joy in his heart.
This girl is straightforward and cheerful. It seems that she gets along well with her grandson. Perhaps they can really become a good match.
Thinking of this, Grandpa Qian became even more generous and led Xu Qinghe to a warehouse that looked dilapidated but contained a lot of secrets.
He took out an old copper key and turned it gently. The heavy door creaked open and a dusty smell hit him in the face.
"You can choose whatever you like from the contents. This is a small token of my gratitude for helping Qian Ming."
Xu Qinghe was touched by Grandpa Qian's kindness, but she insisted on her principle of self-reliance and answered seriously, "Grandpa Qian, helping Qian Ming is just a small favor, and he has already expressed his gratitude with those sunflower seeds. For me, that friendship is deep enough. I am very grateful that you allowed me to choose furniture today, but I cannot accept free gifts. You must accept the corresponding fee."
After that, she walked into the warehouse and began to screen carefully.
Although the warehouse looks shabby, it hides many treasures inside, especially those old tables, chairs and cabinets.
They are carefully crafted from fine wood and remain well-preserved over the years, exuding the charm of time.
Xu Qinghe's eyes moved between the furniture, finally stopping on those objects that seemed simple but were actually warm.
She knew very well that overly ornate furniture was not suitable for her living environment and would attract unnecessary attention.
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