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Dawn is like water, the rosy morning glow is lingering, and the plain is infected by warmth. The wind is a little penetrating, and it is a faint erhu whisper, which seems to be a sad sigh. Although it is still early, it can't stop the noise of the village market.
Bang, a copper coin fell into the broken bowl, in exchange for hoarse and vicissitudes of gratitude. The ragged blind erhu old man nodded respectfully to the front, his dull eyes seemed to turn over, his face thin and prominent, which seemed a little scary.
There was another bang.
"Thank you."
There was a bang, and then there was another one.
"Thank you." The old man's voice is full of respect and gratitude.
This cycle lasted seven or eight times in a row, and the surrounding atmosphere seemed a bit wrong. Almost a dozen pairs of strange eyes looked at him. Even the blind seem to feel it. He touched the broken bowl in front of him suspiciously and sadly found that there were no copper coins in it. The old man rushed forward like a hungry wolf, but his old and frail body made his movements seem heavy and ridiculous.
"Old man, you are useless. It took you so long to get a copper coin. " A childish and arrogant child's voice sounded, and several boys around him finally couldn't help laughing, which was a scornful ridicule. The old man just hugged his face tightly. ...
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