Walk in the world of money

At eight o'clock in the evening, a dollar bill lay quietly on the side of the road.

Two meters away, the traffic is busy. Stoic, hasty, reproducing the silent film era. The horse's Lu is fast, the car is like a thunderbolt, and the Ginger Iron Marie sits firmly in the Iron Spider-Man, going to and from two hurrieds, weaving a nocturnal map.

This yuan banknote was green and leisurely without a little copper odor, folded in half and fell to the ground, and the half light and half darkness emitted a cold light, as if the jade butterfly folded half its wings, alone and forgotten. The value of the moment of falling is almost zero, and it is like a piece of waste paper without careful examination. It is simply not timely, the sky is full of Alipay WeChat dripping, where is it still the turn to say four.

The speed at which the woman's eyes looked at it lagged markedly behind her steps. It's not so much "seeing" as "feeling": the dark night, the dim eyes. This year, being able to pick up money on the ground is comparable to winning the lottery, and the thieves have changed their ways.

She took two steps back, bent down to pick up a flash, a few thoughts in her mind turned back, where did the good fortune come from? Isn't it a set? Are there any spells on the paper, stains? The night sky is always so eerie and mysterious.

Thoughts are still not as fast as hands. Only to see her right hand half raised, full of laughter: See what this is? She remembered that when she used to go to school, she was always hungry and her stomach was always empty. One dollar, two or two oil cakes, eat a mouthful of fragrant, can manage a morning's homework.

The man's face was cloudy. He said, throw it away. - Is it bad to pick up money at night? What if it's a hundred? Then spend it quickly. - What if it's ten pieces? also...... Consider spending it. It's that dollar, and it's not even worth bending over.

In fact, the moment of bending over, the woman has already regretted a little. Can't say what's wrong, the money is already worthless. When a woman remembers her childhood, the serendipity of a dime of steel hammer can make people feel happy: the hint of fortune. If you encounter a dark copper-colored five-corner, you are lucky enough to burst the shed.

The one-dollar banknote took a few steps from the fall, and the core was also followed by seven up and eight down, and then all eyes lit up. It was quietly placed in the front pocket of a shared bicycle. The small bicycle is freshly baked, too young to be young, and all the components are flexible and powerful, waiting at the bus stop, waiting for tomorrow's lucky people to snap open.

Just stay up all night cold, new encounters, new joys... The woman clapped her hands briskly, and it felt so good to be a little god.