my sister is not a helper

Chapter 51 Why didn't I give him a little warmth at that time?
Liu Yufei entered the backstage of the auditorium of the cultural center together with several leading actors of "Eight Parts of the Tianpeng".

The award ceremony of the Spring Sprout Cup is about to be held. Director Zhang has a good relationship with the organizer. A few days ago, through his relationship, he came to be the award presenter and brought several leading actors to the organizer's platform.

But Liu Yufei vaguely felt that Director Zhang's real purpose of coming here was to get in touch with Gu Long, the author of "Sentimental Swordsman Ruthless Sword".

Liu Yufei's mother is an insider, knowing that many people are interested in the copyright of "Sentimental Swordsman Ruthless Sword".

While Gu Long has not yet become a big name, it is a guaranteed business to obtain film and television adaptation rights at a relatively low cost.

There are many popular novels on the market now, whose copyrights have long been bought out by the capital side. With a derivative value of hundreds of millions, the buyout price may not be less than one million, or even one hundred thousand.

But it is said that Gu Long doesn't take hard and soft, just doesn't show his face and doesn't accept moves, which makes a group of capital predators unable to speak.

"Liu Yufei, later you and I will present the first prize in the short story category. This is the shortlist."

"Oh, yes, thank you Director Hu."

The literature and art of the Great Wei Dynasty were not divided into families, and the performing arts circle was also a member of the Ministry of Culture.

When the Spring Sprout Cup awards are presented, there will be a big boss from the Ministry of Culture and a vase from the entertainment industry.

As for Liu Yufei, there is no doubt that she is the vase responsible for reciting the words.

Liu Yufei took over the shortlist, and quickly browsed through it to see if there were any uncommon words.

If you make a mistake when reading the words on stage later, you will be ashamed of yourself.

But Liu Yufei just read the beginning and got stuck.

""Little Station", Lin Zhe?"

"So he came to accept the award."

Liu Yufei's head was buzzing.

At this time, she realized why she met Lin Zhe here.

"What's wrong, Yufei? Is there a problem?"

Hu Jun, who was also an award presenter, saw Liu Yufei in a daze, so he leaned over and expressed concern.

Liu Yufei is the little sister in the crew, she is very likable, so everyone takes good care of her.

"Oh, no problem, Brother Hu, are you awarding the award for the feature-length category?"

"Yes!"

"Can we switch?"

"You... do we have the final say?"

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Liu Yufei smiled awkwardly, lowered her head and forcibly concentrated, memorizing the names and works of more than a dozen shortlisted people.

Yes!Although he has already stood on the stage, compared with the powerful class, he is still a small person.

However, the award ceremony starts with the lowest merit award.

Liu Yufei remembered that there was still some time after the shortlist, so she found the shortlisted work "Small Station" and started to read it.

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I was sitting on a crowded train, watching the scenery passing by outside the window, but my mind was full of a red banknote.

This is the salary that my mother begged the boss for a long time before it was settled in advance.

This is my living expenses for this semester, which can maintain my rations for 20 days.

This is a counterfeit note.

The aunt who sold the ticket was very kind, and instead of confiscating the stamp, she contemptuously asked me to change it.

But since she tossed that red bill back to me, it wasn't a 20 day ration.

It is the mockery of life to my mother, to me.

"Grumpy"

This was the third time that his stomach made a strange sound, which caused the fat man in a suit across from him to smile again.

His smile is really ugly, especially his half-gold teeth, which are full of stench.

"Woo~"

The train came to a stop and stopped slowly.

A group of hawkers carried special products and hawked them from window to window.

There are fresh oranges and boiled tea eggs.

Oranges cost three yuan a catty, and eggs cost two and a half yuan, much more expensive than street vendors.

There is an idea in my heart.

But the idea is evil, and I hesitate.

Just as I hesitated for a moment, the specialty products of several hawkers were almost sold out.

No matter how expensive they are, they are cheaper than the things on the car.

"Hi, how much is a tea egg?"

I yelled, and the vendors who had gone away looked back at me and ignored me.

Maybe it's because of my poor appearance, I don't look like a fat sheep!

Only one little girl ran back.

"One for two dollars, three for five dollars."

This price is not much more expensive than street vendors.

The tea egg seller was a little girl with yellowish hair combed into two braids.

The clothes with floral patterns turned white after washing, and the little hands were washed very clean, and the cracks on them could be clearly seen.

I hesitated, my heart was beating wildly, and my heart was ashamed.

But at this time, I thought of my mother.

She has to work twelve hours a day, eat two meals of white rice, and only at night is she willing to fry a vegetable.

why should i be ashamed

Shame on this dirty world that is full of malice to the poor.

I handed out the red bill.

"Give me six tea eggs."

I'm good at math, and I've figured out that the train will leave in a minute, and even if she finds out it's a counterfeit bill, she won't have time to call someone on the train to beat me.

The little girl took the red banknotes and gave me a pot of tea eggs.

"Brother, wait a moment, I'll go find you some money."

The little figure ran fast, and disappeared in a "swish".

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I was dumbfounded, looking at the pot of tea eggs in my hand.

"Hahahaha, brother, are you stupid to buy a dozen tea eggs for 100 yuan?"

The fat man in the suit on the opposite side laughed again, his smile was really ugly.

I laughed too, and the shame in my heart disappeared.

I lie to you, you lie to me, neither owes anything.

"Woo~"

The train left and I was full.

In 1 minute, I swallowed three tea eggs.

Tastes good, but a little choking.

The scenery outside the window began to pass by again, faster and faster.

Anxious shouts came in from outside.

"Brother, wait a minute!!!"

"Wait a minute!!"

My heart suddenly tightened, and my heart beat wildly again.

Don't panic, don't panic, the train is leaving, she can't catch up, she can't catch me.

But the fat man in the suit opposite said in surprise: "Oh, this is the first time I have seen such a conscientious peddler."

I froze for a moment, and hurriedly stuck my head out of the window.

Holding a handful of change in her hand, the little girl was struggling to catch up with the train.

She fell, got up again, and continued to chase.

She fell down again and got up again.

It had just rained and the ground was slippery and dirty.

The little girl's clothes were covered with muddy water, but when I looked at her, she seemed extremely clean.

I cried.

My heart is broken, my heart is black.

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"Hu~~"

Liu Yufei then took two deep breaths and let out a breath of depression.

A short article made her very depressed.

She couldn't help but imagine, what kind of motivation did Lin Zhe write this essay?
Was it the days when he was in a wheelchair?

A dirty world full of malice for the poor.

Liu Yufei suddenly blamed herself.

When Lin Zhe was paralyzed in a wheelchair and faced the malice of the world,
Why didn't I give him some warmth?
Is mother's attitude that important?
(End of this chapter)