The real daughter, she is a Buddhist boss

Chapter 166

"I found a job helping people clean, and then I watched videos on the Internet and learned how to make handmade stalls, thinking that I could make a little money, so that my children and I would not starve to death."

She turned her head to look at her daughter who was sitting in the corner eating bread, with a gentle smile on her face unconsciously.

Even in adversity, she is struggling to survive with her children. As a mother, loving children may have become her instinct.

The little white dog under his hands is gentle to the touch, and it can be felt that the material is not bad.

Hua Wei, who lacked the ability to empathize, couldn't say anything to comfort her. She just lowered her eyes and said slowly, "That's good."

The aunt smiled, put the reinforced handmade foxes and tigers into paper bags and handed them to her.

There are also a few small paper-cut flowers pasted on the paper bag, pink, it should be peach blossom.

"My daughter cut it."

The years have left mottled marks on her face, but the pride in her eyes is still bright.

Hua Wei looked at the pink flower, pondered for a moment, and then stood up slowly: "It will be fine."

I don't know if this sentence was said to the aunt in front of me, or to herself.

"Sister, your noodles are packed and put on the table for you, remember to take them!"

Hua Wei walked into the crowd again, carrying warm noodles.

The street lamps on the street glowed with dim warmth, and the street trees on both sides were blown by the wind and dropped a few leaves.

The cat wagged its tail and walked slowly by the side of the road.

There are people everywhere, but none of them are related to her.

She paused and looked around a corner on the side of the road.

The old man was leaning against the wall with a cane in his arms, his old and dark clothes were full of dirt and holes, and there was a black gray puppy lying on his feet.

And in the broken bowl in front of him, there were only a few coins here and there.

The noodles in his hand were still warm, and the old man not far away seemed to feel her gaze, opened his cloudy eyes with difficulty, and forced a smile at her.

"... Please do me a favor."

Hua Wei couldn't bear it and walked over.

The little dog was a little afraid of her approaching, and shrank back two steps, hiding behind the old man.

"I just bought it, I haven't eaten it yet."

The noodles in clear soup are still steaming, and the boss is willing to use ingredients, and the portion is very solid.

The old man put down his crutches, took the bowl of noodles tremblingly, and kept saying, "Thank you, thank you."

Perhaps it had been a long time since he had eaten, and the old man's hand holding the bowl was trembling, but even so, he still mixed some into the puppy's bowl before eating slowly.

Hua Wei's eyes dimmed.

When she was handing the bowl just now, she took the old man's pulse. The vitality in her body was disappearing at a speed higher than that of ordinary people. All internal organs were invaded and quickly withered.

He's running out of time.

Hua Wei fumbled in the pocket of his jacket, and put the remaining money and a few candies into the gaping bowl.

In order to prevent it from being blown away by the wind, she also put a stone on it.

"Do you want to go to a hospice?"

Under the dim street lights, Hua Wei squatted in front of the old man and the dog, and calmly asked such a sentence.

It's as normal as discussing the weather.

Unexpectedly, the old man shook his head and slowly stroked the puppy's round head, "I want to be with it."

Everyone cares about different things, some people care about life, and some people only care about how to pass the last time.

Hua Wei nodded slightly and stopped talking.

She has done what she can, even if it seems a little cold-blooded, but it is a personal choice after all.

"Pay attention to your body and take care of yourself."

After leaving the last sentence, Hua Wei stood up and was about to leave.

(End of this chapter)