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The advantage of picking up waste products is that she can also read newspapers. She can pick up the newspaper of the day before almost every day. Sometimes she can pick up the newspaper of the day with good luck.

However, the only bad thing was that it was too hot and there was too much dust on the road. Fortunately, she found a sun visor and spent three yuan to buy two cheap masks in the drugstore.

Her income from picking up waste products in the past ten days is fairly average. In the first three days, she has learned better. She knows where to go and where to go.

However, Wang Jun's medicine is very expensive. She doesn't make enough money. She's still very worried.

Yesterday, I should have gone to the hospital to help Wang Jun get the medicine, because he has been off the medicine for a day. If he doesn't get the medicine back, his waist doesn't know when to get better.

Today, we should pick up more waste products and earn more money. We should try to get Wang Jun's medicine back from the hospital today. If he has medicine, he will be better soon.

When she went out in the morning, Wang Jun asked her how she made more money these days? Do more people like to listen to the flute now?

She hurriedly said that she has found a job now. This job is to help deliver fast food. It is settled on the same day, so there is a little more money.

Of course, she didn't tell Wang Jun about picking up waste products. In fact, she had looked for the job of delivering fast food. However, because she didn't have a certificate, people were worried that she would send the fast food to collect the money and run away, so she refused to use her.

Continue to walk forward. There is a Mercedes Benz parked on the side of the road. Someone threw two cans out of the window.

She quickly ran forward and bent down to pick up the two cans, but the door was pushed open.

One foot came down and just stepped on the can. The drink in the can that hadn't been drunk sprayed Wang Yu's face. Fortunately, she was wearing a mask, but some splashed on her forehead and eyes.

She looked at the foot stepping on the can, and then looked up slowly along his leg, but she saw a very familiar face, a face she would never forget in her life.

Almost for a moment, she was stunned, forgot to pick up cans, forgot to turn around and leave quickly, just stood there and stared at him.

"Yu," the back door opened and Cai Xueqing got out of the car, "what's the matter, Yu?"

Shen Jun pointed to Wang Yu standing in front of him, and pointed to the cans he stepped on on the ground. Then he narrowed his eyes and looked at the man wearing a mask and a sun hat in front of him. He asked contemptuously, "do you want it?"

Wang Yu nodded instinctively. One can top four mineral water bottles and two cans top eight mineral water bottles. She must want them.

"If you want, clean the drink water just splashed on my leather shoes with your tongue. I'll let you pick up these two cans and 200 yuan for you."

Stalemate, quiet, there was no sound around.

Cai Xueqing thinks that Shen Junyu has gone too far. It's just two broken cans. When people pick up waste products, what do you care about with others?

However, she was listed as Shen Junyu only three days ago. It was a great honor to be Shen Junyu's mistress, so she couldn't say anything. She just looked at the waste picker who couldn't see men and women with sympathetic eyes.

Wang Yu stood there with her head bowed and her tears swirling in her eyes. If it had been in the past, according to her past temper, I'm afraid she would have to slap Shen Junyu in the face.

But now, thinking of Wang Jun, who can't afford to stay in the hospital at home, and thinking that he has been off his medicine for a day, his injury is likely to worsen if he doesn't take the medicine back today.

Finally, squat down slowly.

Finally, slowly lower your head.

Finally, her mouth touched the shiny black leather shoes.

Finally, she stretched out her tongue and slowly added the drink on her leather shoes.

The faint sweetness mixed with carbon dioxide and shoe polish numbed the tip of her tongue and hurt her heart.

Finally, when she was about to look up, a tear silently dropped down on the black leather shoes, glittering and translucent, reflecting the whole noon sun.

"Well," Shen Junyu saw that she had to add that tear. He frowned and took his feet away. Wang Yu was surprised and fell into shit.

"This is three hundred dollars," Shen Junyu threw the money in front of her, looked at the people lying on the ground, shook their heads, and then quickly got on the car.

Cai Xueqing glanced at Wang Yu on the ground. She believed she didn't fall anywhere, because she was squatting, but now she just leaned forward.

Wang Yu grabbed the 300 yuan with her hand, gradually clenched it, then clenched it, turned her face to one side, and slowly got up. The luxury Mercedes Benz has gone away.

She bent down again to pick up the two cans, gently put them into the linen pocket, then dragged the bag and turned to the left. It's time for her to go to the hospital to help Wang Jun get the medicine.

Tears stop when she stands up. She doesn't cry, she can't cry, even if her heart has been hurt to the extreme.

The hard life doesn't believe in tears, and the cruel reality doesn't believe in tears. If you can't stand it, how can you go on in the future?

Shen Junyu sat in the car. The driver was driving. He sat in the co driver's position. A few drops of sweat fell on the forehead of the woman who picked up the waste just now on the edge of his trouser legs.

There was some familiar smell. He lifted his feet and smelled it. It was some familiar. He smelled the tears that were about to dry, and his nose kept pumping.

Is that her? Is it her?

Wen simple!?

Damn it, that man was Wen Jian just now!

"Turn around! Go back!" he quickly gave orders to his driver. The whole man was so flustered that he wanted to grow a pair of wings.

"Back where?" Lao Li, the driver, is Shen Junyu's old driver. He has helped Shen Junyu drive for nearly ten years and has never seen him so flustered.

"Go back to the place where the woman helped me lick my shoes." Shen Junyu's voice trembled, and he felt that his whole heart was about to jump out.

"It's already five kilometers away, and now I can't turn around at once. This is a fast trunk road. I can't turn around until I get to the front." the driver looked at his worried look. Although he didn't know what was going on, he explained carefully.

When Shen Junyu returned to this place again, it was half an hour later. There was no shadow of the woman who picked up the waste just now.

"Wen Jian, where are you!" he shouted to the sky, tears swirling in his eyes.

Wen Jian, such a noble woman, such a lofty woman, is now reduced to picking up waste products on the roadside.

Even, just for 200 yuan, he bent down to add soda on his leather shoes.