Lustful: Beautiful man, please lie down

Chapter 216 Five Years Later
Different from Shanghai, Guangzhou is a place where fish and dragons are mixed together, and the seemingly peaceful appearance is actually a purgatory.

How many people died in the chaos of war, and how many people fought and persisted in the troubled times.

Human life is like a mustard.

Like a dye vat, demons and ghosts are everywhere in the city of Guangzhou.

The sun rises and the moon sets, time flies.

It's summer, and the weather is surprisingly hot.

The wharf started work early, and the vendors shouted endlessly. The little flower girl was looking for buyers on the street early in the morning. The newspaper boy sang cheerfully along the street. The beggars opened their sleepy eyes, and the birds flew across the cloudy sky. .

The sky is very blue.

Only one bell rang, which was the sound of starting work.

The laborers lying on the ground jumped up, all rushing to the front to show off their muscular muscles and sell their only labor.

The person in charge let out a breath, holding a teapot in his hand, and glanced coldly at the crowd.

The young man in the front had neat short hair, half of which hadn't been cut for a long time, and his eyes were almost covered. Although there were stains on his face, his features were clear and handsome.

"you again!"

For seven consecutive days, this thin young man rushed to the first position, but the goods at the dock needed strength, not embroidered pillows.

As usual, the person in charge jumped over the young man, pointed at the back and said, "You! You! And you! That tall guy over there, and that big guy, you! How many of you!"

After picking animals, the person in charge finally said indifferently to the others with satisfaction: "Today, as long as these few people are needed, the others can leave."

Those who were not selected were dejected, which meant that today's income would not be guaranteed. Finding a job is now harder than death, not to mention there is still a big family waiting to eat.

Yin Qianchuan breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the sky, and smiled indifferently.

Five years, she has been in Guangzhou for five years.

Except for her short hair and taller body, she didn't seem to have changed much, and life made her unable to pay attention to her own changes.

In a place like Guangzhou, it is almost impossible for you to exchange your labor for food openly and aboveboard.

With his hands in his pockets, wandering around idly, Yin Qianchuan decided to try his luck in a bustling area.

Squatting on the street, watching more and more people coming and going, the shops are basically open. This old street serves many foreigners every day, which is not uncommon.

When you are lucky, there will be some kind-hearted foreigners who donate some food.

Today, Yin Qianchuan was very lucky, a wealthy lady raised her hand and threw a silver dollar at her feet.

Before he picked up the silver dollar and thanked him, he was surrounded by a group of beggars.

"Good boy, which way is the gangster, dare to come to Lao Tzu's site to grab food?"

Yin Qianchuan blew on the silver dollar and listened to it. The sound made by the money was pleasant. She smiled sweetly, put the silver dollar into the innermost part of her clothes, and put it away.

"Yo drink! Are you deaf!"

Yin Qianchuan saw that the hand stretched out in front of her was about to pinch her ear, she smiled lightly, and no one could see how she made the move, so she heard a scream from the other party, and her hand dislocated.

"Call me!"

Without saying a word, the remaining beggars rushed forward and surrounded Yin Qianchuan.

This is how a street fight ensues.

It caused panic, and it also attracted people from the police station.

The whistle sounded, the policemen with batons, the beggars who were caught and beat up, and the crowd scattered around.

Yin Qianchuan kicked the beggar flying away, and looked at the sprawling policeman who was hit, she made a face, quickly rushed into the crowd, and left arrogantly.

Looking at the direction Yin Qianchuan was leaving, a voice rang out: "Stinky boy, let's see where you are going!"

　I poked my hand yesterday, and it was so swollen that I couldn't type anymore. I barely typed today. I wanted to write [-] words, but it seems that I can't type that much. It hurts a lot.I'm still going to write two chapters today.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)