Rebirth of the National Male God

Sihuang said, "I'm short of money."

"I didn't see it at all." The young man hummed, "What doll do you need if you are really short of money? If you don't shoot ten times, you will get money." He stared at the strange green-haired monster doll in Mi Lu's hand. His eyes were full of disgust, and Mi Lu glared at him, "K is willing to send me off, what's up with you?"

"Haha, I can't control it." The young man shrugged, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and handed one to Si Huang, "I don't have three hundred yuan, but I can invite you to have a meal together."

Si Huang took the cigarette over, and the image of Qin Fan holding a cigarette flashed in his mind. Obviously, he didn't actually smoke it, but he felt very manly. The corner of her mouth twitched, seeing the young man turn on the lighter to light a cigarette for himself.

He stretched out his hand and pulled the face towel off his face, put the cigarette in his mouth, and lowered his head to light it.

The cigarette butt was aimed at the flame, and Si Huang took a light breath, but he didn't really inhale it into his lungs. After the cigarette was lit, he realized that he didn't mean to take the lighter back, so he raised his eyelids and glanced at the young man.

The young man seemed to be in a daze, staring straight at her.

Catching Si Huang's gaze, the young man was shocked. He smiled awkwardly and put away his phone, "So you are really handsome." Better.

Si Huang glanced at him with an impatient look of "you're talking nonsense", spit the smoke out of his mouth, and put the cigarette between his fingertips.

"Forget about eating, do you know any places where you can have fun and make money?"

After the young man was shocked at the beginning, he couldn't help but keep his eyes on her face. He always felt as if he had seen it before and couldn't remember where it was, and replied in a trance: "It depends on what you are good at, I Pretty familiar with this one."

"I'm good at what men are good at." Si Huang said boldly.

Mi Lu came over and said, "I can play billiards. I used this to bet against people before, do you also play this?"

"Yes, but as you said, the place is a bit messy." The young man thought for a while.

"I'm not afraid of chaos, but I'm afraid it's boring." Mi Lu smiled revealingly. The next moment she realized that Si Huang was also present, her expression changed and she turned to look at her, "K, what do you think?"

"Let's go if you like." Si Huang's attitude was indifferent.

But one sentence deeply touched Mi Lu's nerves.

Sihuang walked with the young man for a while, and found that Mi Lu was still standing there, staring at her for two seconds without saying hello, and continued to walk forward.

"Don't you call her?" The young man said in surprise, "What if my girlfriend gets lost?"

"Not a girlfriend." Si Huang looked at the slowly burning cigarette butt in his hand, and his tone was emotionless.

Not a girlfriend what is that? The young man originally thought that the two of them got along very much like boyfriend and girlfriend, but now Si Huang's attitude makes him feel weird!

"K!" Mi Lu's voice was heard in his ear.

The young man looked back and found that the tall, slender woman hurried to catch up with her hot body, as if she was afraid of an abandoned puppy.

Ugh, how to think of an abandoned puppy!

The young man knocked on his head, feeling that he was really brainstorming.

It's almost five or six o'clock in the afternoon, the sun is half down, and some street lamps and shop lights are turned on.

Instead of fewer people, there were more people on the streets than before.

Si Huang walked for a while and was attracted by the sudden sound of the violin.

She stopped and looked in the direction of the sound of the violin. She saw several people standing there one after another, and she could vaguely see a woman in a wheelchair playing on the street.

The performance of this violin has definitely reached the professional standard, but many people who don't understand music can't tell the level of it just by listening to it well or not.

Si Huang laughed and found the cameraman hiding not far away. He thought that people passing by now would never have thought that he was a violinist who was a street performer. He had once been on the stage of a national competition. Also a few hundred bucks.

As a result, when we got here, it’s fine for everyone to see it, and many still don’t give money.

"What are you looking at?" The young man followed her gaze. "Hey, she seems to be a beautiful woman? It's just a disability, it's a pity!"

From the young man's words, it can be found that Yu Lianyun's cross-dressing is also quite successful this time - she is sitting in a wheelchair, wearing a long black dress that covers her bare feet, the makeup on her face is obviously intentionally ugly, pale The color of her lips and skin looked a little sick, her eyes were wearing glasses, her hair was supposed to be a wig, and it only reached her shoulders, and her bangs covered half of her face.

At this time, she tilted her head and half-squinted her eyes and played the violin. Most of her face was hidden in the shadows. Most people really couldn't recognize that she would be the long-haired, fairy-like beauty on the screen.

Sihuang pulled up the face towel and walked indifferently in the direction of Yu Lianyun.

Yu Lianjun just squinted his eyes and didn't really close them, so he could still see Si Huang's figure.

She walked over with a leisurely and handsome pace, took out from her pocket a handful of change that the shop owner had just found for her, bent over and threw it into the violin case in front of Yu Lianyun.

Yu Lianjun glanced at her, didn't speak, and continued to play the violin.

Si Huang squatted down, listened to her playing for a while, and took out another hundred yuan from his pocket.

Yu Lianyun still didn't respond.

Si Huang put one hundred yuan into her violin case, and then picked up the change and the whole money in the violin case and sorted them out one by one.

"This guy is not bad." Someone was talking next to him, "Is he a friend of this woman?"

"It shouldn't be. I didn't see him and gave him money."

Mi Lu and the young man also came over. At first Mi Lu didn't recognize Yu Lianyun at first glance, but only after listening to her violin did she realize that Sihuang wanted to help her.

Everyone thought that the 'punk cool boy' was kindly helping the 'disabled literary woman'.

Then I saw Si Huang stretched out the sorted stack of money to Yu Lianyun's eyes and shook it, then pulled down his face towel and gave Yu Lianyun a handsome smirk.

"Crack--" The graceful violin sound stuttered.

Si Huang had already pulled up the face towel, stuffed a stack of money into his pocket, stood up, turned around and ran, "Thank you for your help."

"..." Yu Lianyun was stunned, so stunned that she couldn't imagine that it was Si Huang who did such a thing.

"Hahahaha!" Mi Lu laughed heartily, and found that everyone noticed her, and hurriedly followed Si Huang.

The young man's expression was distorted, he didn't dare to face a group of passers-by with condemnation alone, and he ran out as soon as he kicked his back foot.

The little buddy who was photographing was distorted while following him.

At the same time, the scene in front of him was transmitted to Du Xiaoguang's switchboard.