"Beautiful aunt, I'm not afraid." the little girl said word by word, looking at mofelin without blinking.

"Cough..." Mo Feilin broke the defense instantly, but he still pretended to be hard. "Don't think that saying good words can make me pay. I'm also a businessman and don't do business at a loss. Do you understand?"

"Understand." the girl really seriously ordered her chin, "so the one in her hand only needs to pay ten yuan. I don't earn your money."

Mo Feilin laughed at her, "why don't you take money if you don't earn my money? Shouldn't you give it to me for free? Little clever ghost, the cost is estimated to be only half of ten yuan, right? You're trying to earn my money in a different way?"

The girl shook her head into a rattle, "no, I chose the best and freshest flowers, eleven yuan each, but aunt, you won't have a dollar, so I'll give you a discount."

Mo Feilin seemed serious. He turned to face the little girl and said solemnly, "let my aunt explain to you what sending is. Sending is giving. It represents giving the belongings to others free of charge, and there is no charge. So, little guy, you took the initiative to give me this flower. I can completely avoid paying the fee, okay?"

The child may not understand those words that are too professional, but she knows that she can't get the cost of that flower, her eyes turn red, and the flower basket in her hand is loose and falls to the ground.

"Well, I'm not afraid. My aunt is joking with you. The money will be given to you." I hurriedly advised the child and took Mo Feilin to apologize, "what's the matter with you today? Even children are bullied. Hurry up, people will cry..."

Mo Feilin was not very happy. "You are too simple. Now in this society, there are many small swindlers like her. They take advantage of your treasure mother's sympathy. One flower doubles, at least hundreds a day, which is stronger than those who work on the construction site. I am not the only one ruthless, and everyone is equally indifferent. Look for yourself. Does anyone care about what happens here?"

When she said this, the little girl's eyes became wetter, and her tears filled her eyes as if they would fall at any time.

However, I can't refute Mo Feilin's words. Not to mention now, a few years ago, or even further forward, it can be seen everywhere that families sweep the snow in front of their doors, not to mention today.

"She didn't lie." Siji's voice suddenly interrupted my complicated thoughts. Turning around, I saw her bending over to pick up something in the little girl's flower basket.

After a while, he handed me a note in his hand, "the small ticket left by selling flowers can't be wrong."

Low eyes took a look, and indeed said to the little girl, eleven, a total of thirty.

Now Mo Feilin had nothing to say and his attitude softened. "It's just a joke. I originally planned to buy them all. She was teaching her to give them away. It's a pity that this little guy's brain is not open-minded. It seems that he is not the material for doing business."

While talking, he took the bag to his lap. Probably he had to pay for it.

The little girl's tears burst at this time, and the hot tears hit the back of my hand.

"Aunt will buy you flowers soon. Don't cry!..."

"Woo woo woo, I don't want you to buy my flowers. I'll sell one to you alone. My mother is ill and has lived in the hospital for a long time. My father said that every time I sell a flower, one more person will pray for my mother, and my mother's illness will get better. I don't want money. I want my mother to get better soon, woo..."

Women are made of water. There's nothing wrong with that. In a few words, the paper towels are all wet.

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