anime master is mentally ill

Qin Lin didn't pick up the five yuan, nor did he throw it away in a particularly spineless manner, but squeezed Cui Yun's hand, and said in a low voice, "Xiao Yun, brother has no money now, and we don't have any at night." Money to eat and no place to sleep. Do you remember Uncle Lin He's phone number, let's call him and ask him to pick you up, okay?"

"Not good not good not good!" Cui Yun, who has always been very sensible and well-behaved like a child, with red eyes, stared at Qin Lin angrily: "I don't want it! Brother don't leave me! I don't eat, I don't sleep, brother don't Drive me away, okay?" As he spoke, tears rolled down his face.

"Okay, brother is wrong, brother will not drive you away, but if you come out with brother like this, Uncle Lin He will worry about you, let's just call him and let him rest assured that you are fine, okay?" Qin Lin Coax Cui Yun with a headache.

"I don't remember Uncle Lin He's phone call." Cui Yun whispered as tears were still falling.

Qin Lin had even more headaches. If Lin He went to his ward and saw the miserable appearance of Shen Ming and Han Yue, he might think that he was mentally ill, and he might think that Cui Yun had also been murdered by him. If it is true, he will definitely choose to call the police, so wouldn't he be in more trouble?

Qin Lin looked at Cui Yun and explained to him: "Then let's just tell Uncle Lin He that you are fine, so why not let him pick you up? Otherwise, Uncle Lin He will call the police if you disappear My brother took it away."

Cui Yun nodded reluctantly, and said, "Then I remember Uncle Lin's phone number, I'll call him."

Qin Lin watched as Cui Yun got up and ran to the opposite side, and borrowed a phone from a girl selling phone cases to make a call.He didn't bother to listen to what Cui Yun said, after all, Cui Yun's IQ was absolutely normal, and he believed that Cui Yun could solve this matter.As for persuading him to go back, it depends on the situation.

Cui Yun came back from the phone call quickly, and said to Qin Lin in a good mood: "Brother, I told Uncle Lin that I was with my brother, and told him not to come to me, and not to call the police."

"Yeah." Qin Lin still couldn't get up, because he didn't know where to go, so he dragged Cui Yun and continued to sit on the overpass, watching all kinds of cars passing by like running water under the bridge, and watching all kinds of pedestrians passing by on the bridge in a hurry .

From time to time, a few kind-hearted young women threw a few dollars in front of Qin Lin, and those who were a little older, with more social experience, knew that this kind of begging was actually mostly a lie, so they would not give money .

After sitting for a long time, his legs and feet became numb. Qin Lin stood up to move his legs and feet, then squatted down, and picked up the pile of scattered money on the ground.

Although he felt a little ashamed in his heart, the most important thing was to have a full stomach. Those illusory self-esteem were worthless in the face of life and death.

Qin Lin even gave some money to Cui Yun with a smile on his face, and said, "Let's count the money and see if it's enough for dinner and a place to live."

As long as it was Qin Lin's words, Cui Yun listened very well, he nodded and began to sort out the crumpled pile of money.Qin Lin also unfolded the crumpled banknotes one by one.

I also thought about how to earn some money and solve the problem of food and clothing first.It must be done without capital, because they have no money to buy any equipment.

After all, he is not familiar with this world. Qin Lin carefully recalled those people who made a living by performing arts on the street every time he went out shopping during the Dayue Dynasty.

However, after thinking about it, I only thought of breaking the boulder in the chest and breathing fire.Qin Lin was so discouraged, he couldn't play with these two, and if he was not careful, he would kill his life.

Suddenly Qin Lin's eyes lit up, he knew how to punch several times, and danced with a sword.

In fact, everyone can't see the kung fu in boxing, how about some somersaults?Somersaults are not easy to flip. I think when he was practicing, he often stumbled and fell all over with bruises.

Qin Lin thought maybe he could try it first.Let's see if anyone will join me, I can't sleep on the street tonight.

He stuffed the money in his hand to Cui Yun, and said: "Xiao Yun, come and count the money, and my brother will do somersaults for you."

As he said, he stood up and exercised his muscles and bones first. Taking advantage of the lack of pedestrians on the overpass, he stood in the middle and tried to do a one-handed turn. Feeling that the balance of his body was not bad, he did three more rollovers in succession. .

"Young man, not bad." The young man selling socks at a stall opposite applauded.

"Wow, that's amazing." The girl selling mobile phone accessories.

"One more!" said the young man with the cell phone film.

"So handsome!" the girl selling succulents.

……

Hearing the applause from the people around, Qin Lin blushed a little embarrassedly, touched his head and sat back.

"Brother is really amazing!" Cui Yun also looked at him, his eyes were sparkling, dazzling like brilliant diamonds.

"Handsome guy, turn over a few more!" A bold girl on the side of the road whistled towards Qin Lin.

"..." Qin Lin felt that he seemed to be being molested, although the girl might just be talking casually.But he lived for 28 years in Dai Viet Dynasty, and he had never met such a bold girl.

Qin Lin felt that he was penniless now, so why not turn over a few more difficult somersaults and settle the night's board and lodging first?

Is there anything else to say before we start?Qin Lin began to rack his brains, and finally came up with an excuse.

'Dear folks and elders, my brother and I have encountered some troubles, and now we are short of money. I will perform a few shows for everyone. Those who have money will give a round of money, and those who have no money will give some applause. '

Qin Lin felt that it was almost enough to say so.He got up and stood in the middle of the overpass again, cleared his throat, and wanted to say this sentence aloud, but there seemed to be something blocked in his throat, and he couldn't get out after several attempts.

Qin Lin told himself that he relied on his own ability to make money, unlike those beggars who lay down on the ground and pretended to be disabled and pitiful.

However, the truth is this truth, but he just can't say that sentence.He always felt that some of his ideas of the past 28 years were shattered.

But eating a full stomach is the real thing. He still has a lot to do, so he can't starve to death first.

Qin Lin closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then let it out slowly.

"Young man, let's have another one! It looks like you're doing well."

"Yeah, yeah, some more handsome guys."

Qin Lin's heart gradually calmed down as he listened to the voices around him.He did two front flips first.

There weren't many people around, but there was a lot of applause and cheers.Qin Lin did another five or six rollovers, flipped to the other side of the overpass, and then flipped back and forth several times, before flipping in front of Cui Yun.

After these few movements, Qin Lin was already sweating, and his breath was a little unstable, so he took a few breaths to get better.In order to have a full stomach at night and not to be cold, he cleared his throat, and finally said: "Fathers and folks, my brother and I have encountered some troubles, and now we are cash-strapped. I just performed a few somersaults for you. Those who have money will support the money market, and those who have no money will give some applause."

After finishing speaking, Qin Lin cupped his fists and bowed naturally to the crowd.

These people on the overpass were still very enthusiastic. After hearing Qin Lin's words, everyone put some money in front of Cui Yun more or less.

Qin Lin saw that everyone was very kind, and he completely put aside his shame, and simply took off his coat and let Cui Yun hug him, where he did a set of punches again.He had learned it when he was a child, and it was not practical, just looking at the chic and elegant movements.Qin Lin knew that, to use the Internet popular saying in Huaxia Kingdom, it was just for coercion.

When he was punching, people came up one after another on the overpass. Naturally, he stood aside and watched for a while. When he saw someone put money in Cui Yun's place, the people who came up behind would also throw a dollar or two along with him in most places.

After a series of punches several times in a row, Qin Lin sat back, put on his coat, and asked Cui Yun in a low voice, "How much money do we have now?"

"220 One." Cui Yun whispered.

Qin Lin sighed.It's still too little. Two steamed buns for one yuan here have the same purchasing power as one copper plate in Da Viet Chao, that is to say, 220 yuan is equal to 220 copper coins.He really had never seen so little money.He rewarded his servants in the mansion with at least two taels.

Qin Lin really realized that survival is not easy.Not long after he sat down, the young man selling socks came over and squatted in front of him, and asked him in a low voice, "Hey, did someone steal your wallet and your brother's?"

Qin Lin thought that Shen Ming took away the original body's wallet without his knowledge, and nodded, "Well, it was stolen. We are penniless now, and our ID cards are gone." , even if you want to work.”

The young man looked at Qin Lin sympathetically: "You two are too careless. There are so many thieves at the end of each year, and I was stolen twice."

Qin Lin smiled and said, "Thieves have to steal more New Year's goods."

The young man smiled and asked, "Brother, please leave a phone number. I think you are good at boxing. Can you teach me when you have time?"

Qin Lin shook his head: "I don't have a mobile phone. I probably don't have time to teach you boxing, because I don't know where I'm going."

"Oh." The young man was a little disappointed, he squatted there and chatted with Qin Lin for a while, and he left when someone bought socks.

Qin Lin didn't want to continue sitting on the roof, he got up and said to Cui Yun: "Let's go to other places, if you are hungry, we will go eat."

Cui Yun shook his head: "I'm not hungry. Brother, take the money." Cui Yun gave Qin Lin a handful of change.Qin Lin was also polite, put the money in his trouser pocket, and got off the overpass with Cui Yun.

There is an open space under the bridge.Qin Lin saw an old man setting up a table and writing Spring Festival couplets.When he got closer, he found that the old man's handwriting was not bad, but it was not good, either.

He saw a row of written Spring Festival couplets hanging behind the old man, and there were many monkey-shaped window grilles and gold-plated blessing stickers on the ground beside the table.There are quite a lot of people around to buy, a small Spring Festival couplet is 15 yuan, and a big Spring Festival couplet is 20 yuan.

Qin Lin suddenly felt that he might consider setting up a stall to write Spring Festival couplets, which should sell well.

Thinking of this, Qin Lin walked to the old man's table and watched the old man finish writing a spring couplet that said 'the world is full of flowers, and the Fulin courtyard is always safe in four seasons'.

Seeing the old man hanging the Spring Festival couplets aside to dry the ink, Qin Lin stepped forward, made a bow and asked, "Mr. Excuse me. Do you sell Baifu pictures here?"

During the Dayue Dynasty, every year during the New Year, Qin Lin would personally write a picture of Baifu.And Baifutu is much more valuable than Spring Festival couplets.He once wrote a picture, took it out and sold it for 200 taels of silver, and exchanged it for Huaxia currency, which is 20.

The old man glanced at Qin Lin and said, "No. Baifutu is too troublesome to write, and few people buy it."

Qin Lin hesitated for a while and asked, "Mr., can I buy some Spring Festival couplet paper from you?"

"Can you also write?" The old man noticed that this person looked young, and then he laughed and said, "Come on, let me see how you write a few words first?"

"It's a shame." Qin Lin took the pen handed to him by the old man. The table was a little low. He spread his legs, his waist sank, and his upper body was straight. The ten characters of Zhuangheshan', his fonts are plump and ups and downs, but they are also magnificent, and they often show a bit of sharpness at the end.

"Not bad, not bad!" The old man patted Qin Lin on the shoulder and said, "Young people are awesome. I can't tell that you are young, and your handwriting is very imposing."

"The old man is overwhelmed." Qin Lin was a little ashamed. He started writing at the age of five, and he wrote for two hours a day without stopping.As for the students of Huaxia Kingdom, they have to learn a lot of content since they were young, and they don't have much time to practice calligraphy every day.Even those who specialize in brush calligraphy don't necessarily have more time to write than him.