Chapter 16 Bronze Mirror

Hearing the discussion of several people, Caiwei's originally happy mood suddenly dropped to zero, and the chopsticks in her hand slowly put down.

Although she is not a great philanthropist who takes saving the people of the world as her own responsibility, she is not a cruel and vicious person. Although the old beggar was hit by the horse of the uncle, she was the instigator after all.

It was she who, because of her hatred for the uncle, killed the innocent old beggar without regard for the consequences, and caused the innocent old beggar to die in the street in this cold winter.

Because she wanted to take a breath, a fresh life ended so sadly!

The more she thought about it, the more guilty Mu Caiwei felt, the heavier her mood became, and her face gradually became ugly. Seeing that Caiwei looked bad, Mrs. Du asked with concern: "What's wrong? Wei'er, is the noodles not to your taste?"

Caiwei shook her head with a pale face, and had to lie to Mrs. Du, asking her to stay in the restaurant first and walk out by herself.

Outside, the cold wind was still whistling and the snow was flying. The vegetable market in the front street was only one street away. Mu Caiwei quickened her pace and soon arrived at the vegetable market in the front street.

At that time, the market had not yet dispersed. A large group of people gathered together, talking to each other, sighing, or cursing...

"Alas, how pitiful, dying on the street at such an old age, and there is not even a body collector."

"What a sin! That black-hearted carriage..."

Caiwei blocked the anger and curses of the crowd, pushed through the crowd, squeezed to the old beggar, and squatted down.

On the bluestone road, the old beggar with white hair and beard curled up, his face was gray, and the blood he spit out stuck to his white beard and froze into a red ice ball, reflecting his white hair, which made people sad.

Mu Caiwei held back the heaviness in her heart and reached out to feel the old beggar's breath. In the cold wind, the old beggar was barely breathing, and if you didn't observe carefully, you would definitely think he had passed away long ago.

The man was not dead yet. Caiwei was shocked and stood up. She looked at the onlookers eagerly: "My fellow villagers, the old beggar is not dead yet. Is there any kind-hearted person who is willing to carry him to the clinic with me?"

Someone in the crowd immediately said: "Hey! Girl, this old guy is obviously useless. Don't bother with him. The doctor in the clinic just said that even if Hua Tuo were alive, he couldn't save his life."

"That's right, girl. Not to mention that he can't be saved, even if he can be saved, who can afford to buy medicine for him? The old beggar is in his seventies or eighties. I'm afraid he will be useless even if he is saved. It's better to die cleanly than to suffer while living."

"Yes..."

"That's exactly the truth..."

People in the crowd kept echoing.

The world is fickle, Caiwei suppressed her inner grief and anger, and tried to speak in a calm tone: "Fellow villagers, although I don't understand any great principles, I still understand the principle of respecting the elderly and the elderly of others. If the person lying here is your relative, would you say this so frankly? Everyone will get old one day, and no one can have a smooth life. If one day, you also fall into the situation of the old beggar, how would you feel? Today, even if the old beggar really can't survive, we help him so that he doesn't die so miserably. It's just a matter of raising a hand. Why should everyone refuse to do anything?"

"Girl, well said!"

Outside the crowd, a full-hearted shout.

When Caiwei looked up, she saw a short and fat old man with a round face, a square mouth, and a sparse mountain goat beard. He was about sixty or seventy years old. He was wearing a blue satin jacket with the word "Fu" on it. The collar and cuffs of the jacket were trimmed with rabbit fur. It was obvious that he was a wealthy man.

The old man squeezed into the crowd, looked at Caiwei gratefully, and said loudly: "Good girl, you are really kind-hearted and sensible, unlike that flat-haired beast who only knows how to watch the fun here, make sarcastic remarks, and disregard people's lives!"

"Hey, Shopkeeper Li, it's New Year's Day, who are you cursing?" Someone in the crowd shouted in dissatisfaction.

The old man stiffened his neck and cursed at the person who asked the question: "I'm cursing those flat-haired beasts who didn't help others when they were dying. What are you in such a hurry to agree to?"

The man who was being scolded immediately exploded, rolled up his sleeves and cursed back: "Damn Li Baiwan, I see that you are a bit old and we are from the same village, so I respect you as the shopkeeper. You really think you are a dish! You are just guarding a half-dead rag shop, what is there to be proud of? Dare to call me a flat-haired beast, I will beat you up!"

The man rushed over.

Mu Caiwei clenched her fists, narrowed her sharp eyes, found the best angle of attack, and prepared to defeat the enemy with one move.

"Cough... cough cough..."

Without warning, the old beggar who was already eight or nine points dead on the ground suddenly coughed.

"Oh my god, this is weird, this old guy is alive again!" The fighter who rushed over forgot to punch, and his eyes were as big as cow eggs!

"Oh, old beggar, you are not dead yet?" Shopkeeper Li shouted in surprise.

"Ahem... Old thing, I am still okay, I won't die for a while..." The old beggar coughed and spoke.

The old beggar is alive again, and the crowd immediately exploded.

"Oh, it's amazing, everyone said that this old guy has some magical powers, and today I see it, it's true!"

"It's really amazing, this is the first time I see someone who has come back to life!"

"What is coming back to life, don't be a last gasp!"

Shopkeeper Li heard the discussion in the crowd, and didn't bother to argue with the old beggar. He leaned down, skillfully picked up the old beggar's arm, and put his hand on his pulse.

After a while, the old shopkeeper's face was as gloomy as a basin of water.

"Old beggar, you are too seriously injured. I can't save you. Do you have any way to save yourself?"

"No!" The old beggar answered calmly, with a light tone, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

The weather was getting colder and the wind was getting stronger. Thick dark clouds covered the sky and the sun. It was about to snow.

Caiwei looked at the sky, stepped forward and whispered: "Manager Li, it's cold, let's move the old man to the clinic to prevent him from freezing."

The old beggar heard Caiwei's voice, propped up his eyelids, saw her, and sighed with a cough: "The girl is really good-looking, and she will definitely be rich and famous in the future. It's a pity that the old beggar can't see it!"

Caiwei advised: "Old man, don't be sad, I will take you to the clinic and I will definitely cure you."

"Hehe..." The old beggar laughed, raised his hand with difficulty, fumbled in his tattered jacket, and said: "My time as an old beggar has come, and it's time to go. Thank you for your help just now. The old beggar has nothing to repay you, so keep this mirror for the girl to look at your face."

As he said, he took out a palm-sized bronze mirror from his tattered jacket and handed it over.