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Tanzhou, the central city of China, is the existence of middle class development among many cities in China. However, it was before and now Tanzhou was considered as one of the well-developed cities in China, because the natural disaster of some time ago engulfed several coastal cities, making these developed cities fall to the bottom of the valley in an instant. Even in the central cities of China, there were many more migrants because the sea water in some cities did not recede and directly covered the city Under the sea, it's history.

On the block, the city, which originally had a population of more than 4 million, is now nearly six million. Moreover, it is still on the trend of continuous growth, and the city is occupied by the continuous migration of population.

With a large population, public security has become the biggest problem. Because many of the migrants have lost no money and the number of beggars is increasing. Even with the full help of the government, it is still a drop in the bucket. A strong man can find a job to keep up, but a little less fortunate.

Because of the influx of labor force, the standard of employing talents is relatively to say the survival of the fittest, even if it is a simple restaurant attendant, the facial features are not correct.

Street side, occasionally can see a dishevelled tramp leaning against the street pole, eyes full of hesitation color.

At the corner of the road, a middle-aged man with gray hair in a black jacket, with his hands in his pocket, was sallow and the wrinkles on his skin were obvious. Obviously, he looks only thirty or forty years old, but on his hair and skin, he almost catches up with the old people in his sixties. I'm afraid that few people can catch up with him.

However, his eyes are full of pure and clear, as if in his eyes, all these are so ordinary.

He looked at the beggar sitting on the ground, leaning against the street lamp. After a pause, he went over and took out a hundred yuan bill and put it in front of him. The beggar looked at the red bill in front of him. There was not much fluctuation in his eyes. He was as ecstatic as other beggars. Instead, he took out a notebook stained with a lot of dirt from his arms and opened it. You can see that the notebook recorded many people's names.

These people are the people who give him money, and he will record every person who gives them.

"May I have your name?" Asked the beggar.

"My name?" He was silent for a while, gently nodded: "my surname is cold, my name is Qing, Qingshui's is Qing, cold is cold."

"Oh The beggar nodded and wrote down the name of Hanqing in his notebook. Although I can't do anything now, I believe that I will do a lot of things soon and make money as before. I will remember everyone who helps me. When I can support myself, I will Slowly give it back to them, because I'm not a beggar. "

Han Qing looked at the proud look in the eyes of the beggar. Although he was unkempt, his self-identity and self-esteem proved that he was not a person who abandoned his dignity. Even now he has become a member of the beggars' army, he is still determined to remain unchanged.

"I know you're not a beggar." Han Qing smiles and nods. Since this period of time, he has seen many of the same people, and has talked with some of them. Most of them are self-employed people who are drowned in the sea. A Tsunami engulfs all of them and owes a lot of money to the bank. Some of them not only bear the grief of leaving their relatives, but also live a humble life.

Thank you The man smiles gratefully. This is the first person who listens to him carefully. It is also the first person who does not have eyes to show helpless smile, but really identifies with him.

"You're welcome. I suggest you plan as soon as possible. Now the weather is getting colder and winter is coming." Han Qing said, turning slowly toward the distance.

"Winter?" Looking at Hanqing's back, the beggar murmured: "in fact, we have been living in winter, but others can't see our winter, because there is not only the cold of heart, but also the pain of heart. But you're right. I should have thought about it. "

Han Qing went down all the way, and many beggars were on the side of the road. In fact, this is not the status quo of Tanzhou, nor is beggars everywhere, but most beggars are gathered here. This block is a resettlement area designated by the Chinese government. Their place of residence is nearby, but the number of people who can arrange work is limited, so many beggars are gathered here.

Every day, Hanqing will come to this street, from the corner to the end of the street. Sometimes they give alms to the beggars who have seen them, sometimes they walk in silence and finally come to a tea restaurant at the end of the street until it is dark.

In this hustle and bustle of the city, although Han Qing eyebrows have passed here, but only a few people know him, a few beggars who often stay here, as well as the boss and waiter in the tea restaurant.

"Mr. Han, is it still the same today? A cup of Oolong tea and two plates of snacks? " The waiter is a handsome young man, in his twenties, approachable. Looking at Han Qing coming in, he said with a smile.Han Qing nodded with a smile, went to the right side of the window and sat down. The young man nodded, took a book and put it on the table and said, "your book, ha ha I read it last night. Mr. Han should be over 50 years old! I didn't expect to like such novels. "

Han Qing looked down at the book on the table with a smile. The title of the book is "one hundred years of solitude", written by Garcia.

"You're not the first to say that." Han Qing said with a smile, because they are one of the people who have migrated here. In their eyes, they are rich people in the local life. They have no pressure. They drink tea and read books all day long, and they should be full of children and grandchildren. Then the heavy story of "one hundred years of solitude" is a little inconsistent with his current life style.

"Is it?" The young man said with a smile, "I guess who is it? It should be Miss Liu, isn't it? "

Like Han Qing, Miss Liu is a regular customer of this tea restaurant, but she is different from Han Qing. She doesn't show up until dark every day. People who come and go get familiar with each other, but they are familiar with seeing and greeting each other, at least with Hanqing.

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