Huadu macho

The customers at the next table who were still in the mood of watching a joke were all stunned, and after a few seconds of silence, the audience burst into applause!

"Little brother is a professional magician, right? I think this level is enough to go to the Spring Festival Gala!"

"Little brother, it's not worth bothering soy sauce for a plate of stewed rice. You have to ask for gold and diamonds anyway!"

"Fantastic! One more! One more!"

Although Chinese people always talk about gods and ghosts, most of them are atheists. Therefore, their perception of magic will not be like those foreigners who think "it's too amazing, it's just a miracle". I firmly believe that I must have been deceived, and then spare no effort to try to expose the deception.

It is precisely because of this peculiar atmosphere that magic is not popular in China. Most folk magicians can only perform on small stages such as nightclubs or wedding celebrations, and the audience is quite limited.

The vast majority of the people present had the concept of magic only on the small tricks of changing cards into coins in the Spring Festival Gala in recent years, and as some good-for-nothing people revealed the secrets without integrity afterwards, the magic that was thought to be amazing also disappeared in an instant. become dull.

But in front of Li Mengnan, he used local materials, without any special props or nursery street magic, which completely subverted their concept of magic.

The untraceable authenticity is the charm of street magic, which is far beyond the comparison of stage magic that requires a lot of special props and cannot be watched up close.

After all, Wu Ansu had known for a long time that Li Mengnan had a lot of tricks, and although he felt a little surprised, he didn't have the uncontrollable excitement of the others around him.

But after a while, a woman's unique intuition made her suddenly realize that something seemed wrong, and she quickly lowered her head to look at the table in front of her.

The plate was empty - the guy really stole her share!

"Li Mengnan! Do you want to die?"

Seeing Li Mengnan who stuffed her cheeks like a gluttonous hamster and hurriedly wiped out the "criminal evidence", Wu Ansu was really ashamed and annoyed. Apart from her parents since she was a child, even the few boyfriends she had had were He never did such an ambiguous act of eating a plate of food too much, but he didn't expect to be taken advantage of by this bastard.

This should be the first time that the blushing heartbeat was ruined in a mess, Wu Ansu chopped Li Mengnan's heart on the spot.

"Armed police officer, don't be so stingy...how about I give it back to you?"

"Go away! Don't disgust me!"

Wu Ansu was powerless to press the throbbing temples. She was sure that as long as she nodded, this Li Mengnan would definitely spit out those stews that he ate just now... Others dare not say, this Li Mengnan can definitely do it .

After a long time, seeing that Li Mengnan didn't intend to perform any more, and the customers around him stopped booing and went back to their seats to continue eating.

"Li Mengnan, how did you change the magic just now?"

The more Wu Ansu thought about it, the more unbelievable it became. He was clearly opposite Li Mengnan, but he couldn't see any flaws at all. It was as if the plate of braised rice really came out of the plate.

"A magician will not reveal the secrets of tricks to the audience. This is the principle—unless you are also a magician." Li Mengnan played with the soy sauce pot boredly, as if the ordinary plastic soy sauce pot that cost two yuan each was really a peerless treasure .

"Then when did you steal my plate?" Wu Ansu simply changed the question.

"When the spell failed for the first time." Li Mengnan didn't keep it a secret this time, after all, it wasn't the key technique, "But I only took away the stew, but didn't touch your plate."

Wu Ansu seemed to understand a little bit, but he seemed even more confused.

"Don't waste your limited brain cells. If the tricks are so easy to be seen through by a layman like you, the magician will not be able to pass on the present..." Li Mengnan put down the soy sauce pot, burped comfortably, and put his hands on his head. Then he stretched his waist, and said casually: "The braised dumplings in this stall must be the most authentic here, right? I don't think other sellers around here sell stewed dumplings as well as this one..."

"That's not true... everyone is just helping out as much as we can." Wu Ansu sighed softly, looking at the middle-aged woman next to the food stall with a bit of sympathy in his eyes.

"This stall owner has two daughters in his family. About a year ago, the youngest daughter, who had just entered junior high school, was diagnosed with uremia and needed regular hemodialysis to maintain her life. For the cost of the kidney replacement, she resigned from her original position in the government agency and opened this food stall in the square night market..."

Li Mengnan couldn't help admiring, these days how many people have sharpened their heads to get into government agencies, and they don't hesitate to take the exam for several years to get this "golden job" that will never lose their jobs. This stall owner's act of resigning to save his daughter is definitely admirable.

"Isn't it great maternal love? And you would never have guessed that her two daughters were not her own, but the children brought by her remarried partner..."

Wu Ansu's exclamation made Li Mengnan fall into silence, and suddenly asked: "For her situation... don't you have any rescue measures?"

The civil affairs department is responsible for such difficult rescues, but Wu Ansu also knows that in the eyes of ordinary people, the police who have the most dealings with them are more representative of the national government, so he didn't explain much, just shook his head and said: "We can do everything we can." We did, we bought medical insurance for her youngest daughter, applied for assistance from the Red Cross, and even made several donations for her... But in the face of the almost astronomical treatment costs, this is just a drop in the bucket.”

"What about the news media?"

"We have also contacted the local TV station, but there are too many people like her who need help. It is already the limit for a TV station to report one a week. They will arrange interviews as appropriate, but the time cannot be determined."

It is indeed understandable for the TV station to do this. After all, they are not a special rescue organization, so it is impossible to broadcast this kind of interview as the main program.

Moreover, in order to achieve the best fundraising effect, there must be a sufficient buffer period for such help-seeking information. If one person asks for help a day, or even a few people ask for help a day, too scattered donations will not achieve the desired relief effect.

Li Mengnan closed his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking. Suddenly he got up and picked up a light-colored small floral tablecloth that was somewhat washed and faded from a pile of garbage thrown by someone in the corner of the alley. He tore off a two-foot-square piece and carried it in the Walking back with dangling hands.

"Armed police officer, this time I invite you, don't argue with me!"

"What are you going to do again?"

Wu Ansu saw Li Mengnan's seemingly bright smile and knew that he must be thinking about some kind of evil idea again, but she was too lazy to guess, after all, a normal person would never understand the world of a mental patient.

Wu Ansu has become more and more convinced that Li Mengnan's statement that he is a mental patient is simply the truth.