"Hey, little brother, what are you looking at?"
An old beggar poked the young beggar, looking puzzled.
"Nothing."
The young beggar snapped out of his thoughts, his disheveled hair covering the gloom in his eyes.
"Little brother, I advise you not to think of things out of reach. Such a beautiful bride, so much dowry, is not something we can aspire for. Instead of dreaming, you might as well have an extra bowl of meat later. The Shopkeeper is happy today, marrying off his daughter means even the beggar's feast is filled with large fish and meat, and there's plenty of buns." The old beggar shook his head, talking about the meat dishes with a cheerful face.
The young beggar withdrew his complex gaze from the final lift of the dowry, disdainfully thinking, you understand nothing; you don't even know who I am.
If he hadn't rejected Gu Taohua's affections earlier, all this dowry would have been his.
