C5 Grounds Lottery

The moon hung high in the sky, filling the sky with the stars. It was almost 8 o'clock, but the city was not dark. The streets were lit up by lights, making the city look like it was daytime.

Han Qing walked aimlessly as he touched his shriveled stomach. He didn't know where he should go, so he wandered around the city.

He reached into his pocket and found the one hundred yuan that his uncle had given him at noon. Han Qing smiled bitterly. He thought that he could spend a few more days to save a hundred yuan, but he was probably going to sleep on the streets.

Han Qing suddenly felt sad when he thought about the difference between the love he received when his parents were here and the love he received now. After walking for a long time, Han Qing raised his head and saw that he had arrived at a night market.

This street was not open for traffic at night. They were all in small businesses, but of course, there were also food stores.

A burst of fragrance came from not far away and entered Han Qing's nose, making Han Qing, who was already unable to endure the hunger, feel even more uncomfortable.

Han Qing walked to a bakery stall while enduring the temptation of the delicacies. The sesame seed cakes cost one yuan each. If he ate only this kind of food, the hundred yuan should be enough to sustain him for half a month.

Taking out the remaining one hundred yuan from his pocket, Han Qing asked the stall owner for two sesame seed cakes. Just as he was about to pay, Han Qing's hand shook and the money fell to the floor.

When he bent down to pick it up, there was a light breeze and the red one hundred yuan bill was blown away.

Without caring about anything else, Han Qing put the sesame seed cake on the stall, turned around and went after the 100 yuan. This was all the savings he had. If he were to lose it, he wouldn't be able to survive for the next few days.

The gust of wind seemed to be intentionally in a difficult situation with Han Qing. It didn't go away, and the hundred-dollar bill kept floating forward while Han Qing chased after him.

He finally caught up to the bill, but before Han Qing could extend his hand, it dropped to the ground. Coincidentally, the spot where the money fell happened to be a stall, and the money fell on top of that stall.

"Young man, are you going to draw? Hur Hur, one hundred dollars just happens to be for one draw. You can draw."

The stall was a lottery booth and the owner was a bald old man. The old man couldn't tell his exact age, but his eyebrows and beard were already snow-white.

There was a roulette on the stall, with the words "One, Two, Three, and One" written on it. Han Qing didn't have the heart to draw anymore at the moment. If he lost the hundred yuan, he would only be able to drink the northwest wind.

Han Qing glanced at the old man in embarrassment and said, "Old man, I won't draw the lottery, return the money to me."

"Oh? You won't draw? "

After glancing at Han Qing suspiciously, the old man smiled and said, "Since we are fated to meet, then why don't you slap him? It's only one hundred yuan and it's not a lot, maybe you will get a big prize."

Although Han Qing had just turned 18 years old, he knew that the lottery draw on the stall was a fraud. He didn't want to give away his savings to someone else just like that.

Seeing that Han Qing didn't say anything and still kept holding his hand, the old man smiled and said: "Don't even think about letting me take the money out of my pocket. If you still have a chance at the lottery, then do what you need to do."

Han Qing was able to tell that this geezer wasn't planning on taking out the money. The old geezer was already so old, even if he didn't take it out, he couldn't go up and snatch it. He still had to bear the legal responsibility to make this old geezer into something good.

"If a person is unlucky enough to drink cold water and get stuck in their teeth, fine, then I'll smoke."

Han Qing definitely wouldn't be able to do it in public. Now, he could only admit that he was out of luck. Seeing Han Qing use his hand to spin the wheel, a trace of a strange smile appeared on the old man's face, but it quickly disappeared.

Han Qing stared at the turntable. He didn't want to get any big prizes, as long as he could earn back his 100 yuan.

Next to the turntable, there was a sign that said "The first lieutenant general's prize". The first prize was a laptop computer, and the fourth prize was two hundred dollars.

Han Qing only wished that he could win the fourth prize. That way, not only would he earn 100 yuan back, he could also earn an extra 100 yuan.

The speed of the wheel gradually slowed down, and Han Qing became more and more nervous. When the wheel completely stopped spinning, the needle was actually pointed towards the special prize.

Startled, Han Qing thought that his luck was pretty good. He knew that the notebooks here were definitely defective, but they could still be sold for a few hundred dollars.

With this few hundred dollars, he did not have to worry about the money for this month's meal. As for the place to live, there were benches in the park. The weather wasn't too cold right now, so there wasn't a problem.

"Grandpa, I won the special prize, is it a laptop?"

Han Qing was extremely excited when he saw the needle of the turntable pointing towards the special prize. The old man smiled and said, "What special prize? Take a look at where the needle is pointing."

Hearing the old man's words, Han Qing looked down. At this moment, the needle had already pointed to the grid. His heart instantly turned cold and his face became extremely ugly.

"Young man, don't be discouraged. I have a 100% lieutenant here. Thank you for participating in this competition. There is also a consolation prize."

As he said that, the old man took out a square paper box and handed it to Han Qing. Han Qing took the box dumbly and walked away with his soul in his hands.

"Hehe, I never thought that the gold hand spirit would be able to return to its owner. The heavens have finally opened their eyes."

Looking at Han Qing's back, the old man sat cross-legged on the ground, using the lottery sign to block his body and then slowly disappeared. No one around him actually noticed it.

At this moment, Han Qing's heart was heavy. He didn't open the box. He was very clear that the consolation prize he got from the stall was definitely not something good. It probably wasn't even worth 5 yuan.

Unknowingly, Han Qing walked into a park and found a bench. He sat down and stared straight ahead, not knowing where to go.

Gradually, a wave of fatigue overcame Han Qing and he fell asleep in a daze. In his dreams, Han Qing vaguely saw a person.

The person opened the box beside him, and two golden hands flew out. Two golden hands landed on his hands, and disappeared.

Han Qing woke up in fright. When he opened his eyes, he found that the sky had already brightened. Moreover, it was almost time for school to see where the sun was.

Without bothering to think about the dream anymore, Han Qing hastily ran in the direction of the school. He couldn't make a mistake now, or Ma Qinglin would catch on to his weakness.