"Well... you can't spend the money even if you pick it up."
The old man who had just spoken froze, looked up, and asked, "Why?"
Luo Shimiao showed the old man the side with the words printed on it: "Because it's fake."
The elderly people who were squatting on the ground picking up money stopped and looked at the money they had found.
"Da da da"
A man and a woman ran down the stairs. The man said to them, "I'm so sorry, my child was naughty and, following a joke he saw online about throwing money, scattered my wife's practice coupons. I'm really sorry."
"Whoa!"
After their hopes were dashed, the elderly people threw their "money" on the ground and scattered.
The couple squatted down and picked up the practice tickets from the ground one by one.
"I'll help you pick them up," Luo Shimiao said, handing the notebook containing the collected blessings to Gu Nian and squatting down to help pick them up.
The slender woman said, "Thank you."
"You're welcome"
Gu Nian watched the girl happily picking up the coupons, his eyes flickered, and he squatted down as well, placing the coupons he had picked up into the girl's hand.
With the two of them joining in, the training tickets on the ground were quickly picked up.
The slender woman thanked them again: "Thank you."
Luo Shimiao smiled and pulled out a pen from the notebook: "Could you write us a blessing? We're recording a show, and this is a task assigned to us by the production team: to find couples and write blessings for them."
"Okay." The slender woman took the pen.
Luo Shimiao quickly opened the notebook.
The woman wrote as she wrote, "Most of the residents in this apartment building are retired elderly people, and there are quite a few couples. If you're shameless enough, you can ask them for help; they're free anyway."
Luo Shimiao nodded thoughtfully.
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