Little Gods

01

A bustling commercial street.

Su Qiong took a thick stack of leaflets and distributed them to passers-by.

In the middle of winter, the sun that was about to set lazily casts the sun without warmth, and Suqiong's fair cheeks and ears were a little reddened by the cold wind.

Su Qiong rubbed Wu's ear with one hand, handed out a leaflet, and smiled with a row of small white teeth. His handsome eyebrows and eyes were slightly curved, and he said enthusiastically: "The new store is open, and all dishes are [-]% off, welcome to patronize. "

The passer-by took the leaflet expressionlessly, took two steps, and threw the leaflet on the ground.

Su poorly ran over to pick up the leaflets, shook the ashes, and continued to distribute them.

After posting like this for two hours, Suqiong went back to the hot pot restaurant to get the money.

15 yuan per hour, daily settlement.

Su Qiong took the money from the manager of the hotpot restaurant, faced the contemptuous gaze of the other party, and said with a sunny smile, "Thank you."

manager:……

Su Qiong waved his hand cheerfully: "Goodbye."

02

Su Qiong got 30 yuan and walked on the road against the cold wind.

From here to the vegetable market near my home, although it takes an hour, it can save a bus fare of [-] cents.

Su Qiong was thinking in his heart, striding happily, the faded trousers, the hem of the trousers was frayed, the brown sweater under the down jacket had a small hole, the sneakers had been worn for two years, almost every day Wear it, brush it once a week, it is so old that it is out of shape.

Poor, poor people in Su live up to their name, they are all capitalized poor.

Su Qiong held the 30 yuan bills tightly in his hands, not daring to put them in his trouser pockets. One bill was [-] yuan, and the other was ten yuan. The two banknotes were almost soaked by the sweat of Su Qiong's palms.

Thirty yuan is too much for Suqiong. If you put it in your pocket, you might lose it.

Because Su Qiong is a poor god.

The powerful divine power of turning metal into stone dooms Su Qiong to not be able to have more wealth than he needs to survive. The money he earns often disappears in various unimaginable ways, and the valuables he touches are either broken or lost. His only fixed Wealth is like a small house, which was the dormitory allocated by the Heavenly Court when Su Qiong came down to earth.

03

An hour later, Suqiong went to the vegetable market and bought some vegetables and steamed buns for 30 yuan, as well as a piece of soap and a washbasin.

Because the bottom of the washbasin I used before fell off.

Xiao Qiongshen carried steamed buns, vegetable soap and a washbasin, greedily smelling the smell of roast duck coming from nowhere, humming a song as he walked home.

In Suqiong's house, there is only one bed, one stool, one stove and one pot. The most expensive thing is the electric heater.

And the stool has only three legs, so it has to be placed against the wall...

Suqiong ate boiled vegetables and rice for dinner, because vegetables are boiled in water, which can save fuel.

After eating and washing the dishes, the exhausted Suqiong sat down on the bed.

The bed board made a dangerous creaking sound...

Su Qiong was startled, his butt froze immediately.

If the bed is broken, it can only be laid on the floor. After all, Su Qiong doesn't have extra money to buy a bed.

Xiao Qiongshen lay down on the bed slowly, spread out his hands and feet, and stretched his limbs to lie flat.

Under the condition of constant force, the larger the force-bearing area, the smaller the pressure, and the less likely the bed board will be damaged.

Xiaoqiongshen has a rigorous philosophy of life.

04

Su Qiong lay motionless on the bed for a while. In winter, the bed was freezing cold. Su Qiong was so cold that he sat up cautiously, and then squatted down in front of the electric heater.

"It would be great if I could turn on the electric heater." Suqiong fantasized with anticipation, but considering the utility bills for this month, Suqiong resolutely gave up the idea of ​​turning on the electric heater.

It was so cold that I couldn't sleep.

"Who made me a poor god?" Su Qiong sighed with a wry smile, took the key, and went downstairs to run around.

After running for a few laps, my body was warmed up, so I quickly returned to the bed, warmed up to sleep, and then used the last few steel coins to go to the convenience store opposite to buy a bag of milk for drinking tomorrow morning, Su Qiong thought.

Just as Su Qiong was crossing the road, a black car suddenly turned out from the corner. Su Qiong didn't pay attention to the car, and couldn't dodge. He was hit by the car and flew out, rolling several times on the road. lock up.

"How are you?" A man quickly got out of the car, helped Su Qiong up, and asked anxiously.

"It seems to be fine..." Su Qiong moved his arms and legs quickly, and found that there was no injury at all, so Su Qiong comforted the other party in turn, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

"I'm really sorry." Seeing that Su Qiong didn't seem to be in serious trouble, the man breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "I'll take you to the hospital for a checkup."

Su Qiong didn't even look at him, and squatted down on the ground looking for the steel coins that he was knocked out of, and casually said: "No, I'm really fine, and I can't blame you entirely, I didn't do anything just now." watch cars."

The man was silent for a moment, and insisted: "You flew so far just now, it's impossible that you didn't get hurt at all."

Su Qiong pouted his buttocks and got a fifty-cent coin from under a car parked on the side of the road, and insisted: "I'm really not hurt, you can go."

No matter how big or small, he is still a god after all.

05

Su Qiong squatted on the ground and counted the coins in his hand, showing a gratified smile: "Three yuan and two, it's okay, I didn't lose it."

The driver of the car stared at Su Qiong with a complicated expression.

Su Qiong got up holding the coin, ready to go to the convenience store to buy milk.

"Wait," the man suddenly reached out, grabbed Su Qiong's arm, and said softly, "Your pants..."

Su Qiong lowered his head and saw a big hole in the knee of his faded trousers, which was obviously knocked on the ground just now.

The fabric of the pants is also aging. After all, they have been washed too many times and worn for too long.

"At least let me pay for the pants..." Fang Yu apologized.

Su Qiong looked up, and there was a tall and handsome young man standing in front of him. He was wearing a suit of exquisite fabric and exquisite workmanship. He seemed to have just returned from some important occasion. The hand holding his arm was wearing a silver medal. The shiny watch, the car that knocked him out was cleaned spotlessly, reflecting the low-key luxury light under the street lamps, the man exuded a faint smell of perfume, from the leather shoes on his feet to the top of his head. Almost every inch of her hair was finely crafted, and even the surrounding air seemed to be glowing.

Su Qiong was stunned for a moment, his face suddenly flushed red.

The man seemed to realize that something was wrong, his lips moved, and he wanted to say something else.

"I, I... I'm really fine!" However, Suqiong suddenly struggled to earn money, and he didn't even buy milk, clutching three yuan and twenty cents tightly, and fled with a big hole in his trousers.