1493: C1493 Cold Surname

C1493 Cold Surname

Tan Zhou, a city in central China. Amongst the many cities in China, it could be considered an average development. However, that was in the past. Tan Zhou was already one of the cities with good development in China, because the natural disaster some time ago engulfed several cities along the coast, causing these developed cities to fall into the valley in an instant. Even the cities in the middle of China had a lot of people migrating there.2

The city, which had a population of more than four million, was now close to six million. Furthermore, it was still growing. A steady stream of migrating people were occupying the city.

With a large population, the issue of security became the biggest problem. Many of the migrating people had already lost their money, and the number of beggars was increasing. Even with the help of the government, it was still a drop in the bucket. A strong man might be able to find a job to maintain his health, but those who were slightly weaker wouldn't be so lucky.

Because of the influx of labor, hiring talent was a survival of the fittest. Even the simple waiters of the restaurant would not want anything that did not have proper facial features.

At the side of the street, one could occasionally see disheveled vagabonds leaning against the telephone poles, their eyes filled with hesitation.

At the intersection, there was a middle-aged man with gray hair wearing a black jacket. His hands were in his pockets and his face was sallow. The wrinkles on his skin were obvious. He looked to be in his thirties or forties, but his hair and skin were comparable to that of an old man in his sixties. He looked so anxious that few people could match him.

However, his eyes were filled with clarity, as if everything was normal in his eyes.

He looked at the beggar sitting on the ground, leaning on the street lamp. After pausing for a moment, he walked over and took out a hundred-dollar bill and placed it in front of him. The beggar looked at the red note in front of him, but his eyes didn't change at all. Unlike the other beggars, he was ecstatic. He took out a notebook that was stained with a lot of dirt and opened it.

These people were the ones that gave him the money, and he would record down every single one of them.

"Can you tell me your name?" the beggar asked.

"My name?" He stayed silent for a while, then gently nodded and said, "My surname is Han, my name is Qing. I can feel the clear water, and the cold air."

"Oh!" "I'm not a beggar. Although I can't do anything right now, I believe that I will soon do a lot of things, and I can also make money from the new money. I will remember everyone who helped me, and when I'm able to support myself in the future, I will slowly return the money to them, because I'm not a beggar."

Han Qing looked at this beggar with pride in his eyes. Although his hair was disheveled, his self-esteem and self-esteem was sufficient to prove that he was not a person who had abandoned his dignity. Even now, he had become a member of this army of beggars.

"I know you're not a beggar." In this period of time, he had seen quite a few people who were the same, and he had chatted with a few of them. Most of them were individual operators of cities submerged in seawater. A tsunami engulfed all of them, and they even owed the bank a lot of money. Some of them not only suffered the grief of their loved ones leaving, but also suffered the oppression of their lives.

"Thank you!" That person smiled gratefully. This was the first person who seriously listened to him, and also the first person who didn't reveal a helpless smile. Instead, it was the person who truly approved of him.

"You're welcome. I suggest you make some preparations as soon as possible. The weather is getting colder, and winter is approaching." With that, Han Qing turned and slowly walked away.

"Winter?" The beggar looked at Han Qing's back and muttered, "Actually, we have always been living through the winter. It's just that no one can see us in the winter. "But you're right, I should have made some plans."

As Han Qing continued on his way, many beggars were at the side of the road. In fact, this was not the situation in Tan Prefecture nor was it a place where beggars could be found. Most beggars were gathered here, and this was a residential area set up by the Chinese government. Their residence was nearby, but there were only a few people who could arrange work here.

Every day, Han Qing would make a trip to this street, from the end of the street all the way to the end. Sometimes, they would give alms to those beggars who had seen this before. Sometimes, they would just silently walk all the way to a teahouse at the end of the street and only return after it was dark.

Although Han Qing walked through this noisy city with his brows furrowed, only a few people knew who he was. There were a few beggars here, as well as the owner and waiters of the teahouse.

"Mr. Han, is it the same today? A cup of oolong tea and two plates of dessert? " The waiter was a handsome young man in his twenties. Seeing Han Qing walk in, he greeted with a smile.

Han Qing smiled and nodded. He walked to the right side and sat down by the window. The young man nodded and placed a book on the table, "Here's your book, hehe …" I took a look last night, Mr. Han should be in his fifties! I didn't think I would like such a novel. "

Han Qing smiled as he lowered his head to look at the book on the table. The title was' A Hundred Years of Solitude '. The author was Garcia.

"You're not the first one to say that." In their eyes, he was a person who lived a wealthy life here. Since there was no pressure, and he only drank tea and read books, it should be full of children and grandchildren. Then, a heavy story like "A Hundred Years of Solitude" would not fit his current lifestyle.

"Is that so?" The young man laughed and said, "Let me guess who it is. It should be Miss Liu, right? "

Miss Liu was the same as Han Qing, they were both frequent customers of this teahouse. However, she was different from Han Qing; she would only appear almost every day at night, and as time went by, they became more familiar with each other.

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