Chapter 4 gang of beggars

2000/04/11 Sanlian Life Weekly Author: Lao Le I knew about the Beggar Gang from martial arts novels, and knew that it was the most powerful sect in Jianghu.However, in real life, I do doubt that such a "beggar gang" exists. The first time I experienced it was when I was just in college.I was stopped at the front door by a middle-aged woman with a little girl asking for money, and the excuse she gave was nothing more than "buy a piece of candy for my little sister".If I can't pester them, I will pay for it.Unexpectedly, a middle-aged woman with a little girl appeared on the left, and also nagged me to "buy candy for my little sister".The good guy did it to the end, and I paid again.But to my surprise, a third pair with the same matching appeared behind me.After three things, I ran away quickly—not to mention that I had already seen the fourth pair of the same pattern rushing to assemble from a distance.

Since then, I have set a rule for myself: only give money for performing arts. However, this principle has also been challenged.When passing through the underground passage of the zoo, I met a blind man playing the erhu.The song "Two Springs Reflecting the Moon" was as desolate and tragic as my unlucky mood at that time.Of course I should have given him the money, but I felt that I didn't have any change, so I walked away shamelessly. I have seen very dedicated beggars.There are four beggars on the passageway in front of my residence. They are always distributed according to the law of the old man on the west stairs, the old lady on the west entrance, the old man on the east entrance, and the old lady on the east stairs. They must come there every day, rain or shine.Although I never give them money, I have become used to silently counting "1, 2, 3, 4" when I pass by.I would feel a strange sense of loss if one day I found out that one was missing.Once I found out that none of the four people came to "work".After being surprised for a while, I realized that the Spring Festival is almost here.

There are also boring beggars.From when I was in high school until a week ago, whenever I passed a road near Zhongguancun, I always met an old woman and a middle-aged man composed of "asking for directions" beggars.Their personnel have changed, but their roles have always remained the same, and the same is true for the words of "paying money": "Excuse me, ask..." I never pay attention to them, and every time I pass by, I will secretly curse: "Professional Is a little good? Do you have a little innovative spirit?!" Even though I've learned to be the "coolest" with the most stubborn beggars, I've been "fucked" once.That time in front of the Zhongshan Building, a well-dressed woman in her 30s stopped me and said, "Don't get me wrong, I don't mean anything else", and then said that she was a middle school teacher in Gansu. I lost it, and my friend couldn't find it, so I wanted to borrow money to make a long-distance call home.At that time, I was dizzy from being sunburned, so I gritted my teeth and listened to her and asked her directly how much she wanted.She just said "just a few bucks" and then another string of "don't get me wrong".At this time, I was sunburned like a dead fish, struggling half-deadly and moaning: "How much does it cost?" "Three or four dollars." I handed her five dollars, turned around and left.

What really made me feel like a "beggar gang" was an old man.Last winter an old beggar crowded onto the tram.He has the face of an old urchin, dark complexion, wearing a suit made of newspapers and woven bags, and his body smells of sweat, leftovers and dust mixed together.People made way for him one after another, but he stood in front of my seat impartially.I didn't dare to say anything, because this old man is really weird.More importantly, I noticed that the old man had seven or eight cloth bags of the kind that are famous in martial arts novels hanging around his waist.But I never expected to meet him again on the tram this summer: the same old naughty face, the same smell, and sitting in the seat in front of me. Suddenly there was a sense of wandering in the rivers and lakes.