bayedsolid Chapter 435 My name is Si Yuan
Chapter 435 My name is Si Yuan
Ruya held her picture frame and waited for a long time, so long that she thought the man would never come back.
She lowered her thick eyelashes and looked at the two people looking at each other in the frame, and her eyes began to turn red again.
Suddenly, her SLR bag appeared in front of her eyes. There was a few specks of dust on the bag, and it was obvious that it had gone through a fierce struggle before returning to her.
She looked up and suddenly felt that the person in front of her was an angel. "Thank you, this camera is really important to me."
Although there were crystal tears in her eyes, the woman's kind smile made the mixed-race man slightly dazed.
Her eyes were really beautiful, her almond-shaped eyes moistened with tears were like two clear and sparkling black gems. Although she was very sad, she still gave him a kind and friendly smile, and those tearful eyes seemed to represent the entire magnificent Milky Way.
It made him feel the power of a peaceful life for the first time in a long time.
He turned his face away, not wanting to sink into it. A person like him did not deserve the so-called peaceful days in this life.
Being homeless and displaced is his fate in this life.
"One hand pays the other hand delivers the goods." The man's tone was cold and distant.
Ruya then discovered that there was a bloodstain on his face and his clothes seemed to be more wrinkled than before.
She took out a tissue from her bag, pointed to the area on her face, and handed it to the man, "You're hurt here."
He looked at the hand stretched out to him, slender and white, as flawless and crystal clear as the fine mutton-fat jade described in the books.
And because of the fight just now, his rough palms were covered with dried blood mixed with mud.
Suddenly, he felt awkward and unnatural. As if to ease the embarrassment, he shook the camera bag in his hand and said, "If you don't pay, you can't have this."
Ruya took back the tissue and didn't care about his attitude.
As a Chinese, she has been educated in the traditional virtues of her motherland since childhood: respect the elderly and love the young, help the weak and the disabled, and be a moral and kind person.
However, she doesn't have to rush to care about others. Since they don't accept it, she doesn't care.
"Are you a local? I'm not familiar with this place. Can you take me to a nearby ATM?" The payment was made, no problem.
Ruya followed the man, being very vigilant all the way.
After all, this was America, and she didn't completely trust him.
She was afraid that he would take her to some remote place, but fortunately, they soon arrived at an ATM that accepted Chinese bank cards.
Ruya glanced at the man next to her, who was quite attentive.
However, the card in her bag was an internationally accepted bank card.
Even if the machine does not support Huaguo Bank withdrawals, she can still withdraw money.
Ruya was inside withdrawing money while the man was waiting outside smoking cheap cigarettes.
The moment the door of the ATM machine was pushed open, the mixed-race man threw the half-smoked cigarette butt on the ground and stepped on it with his worn-out leather shoes that he had worn for who knows how long.
Ruya gave the money to the man, but he did not return the camera to her immediately. Instead, he held the camera bag under his armpit and counted the money first.
"You gave me 11,000 dollars?" The man's tone was obviously incredulous.
"I don't like to owe others. You were injured while helping me get my camera bag back. The extra thousand dollars is the compensation you deserve."
The man suddenly paused while putting the money into his jacket. After he had put the money in, he patted the SLR camera bag with his hand to make it look less dirty, and then returned it to Ruya, "Are you always so generous?"
Ruya took out the SLR camera from the SLR bag that she had lost and found. She checked the condition of the SLR, took out the memory card from it, and carefully put it in the zipper pocket inside her bag.
After doing all this, Ruya finally felt relieved and was in the mood to pay attention to this young mixed-race youth.
A young and very handsome face, he is of mixed race, but his looks are more Asian. Because he is of European and American descent, his facial features are much deeper than those of Asians.
He has thick eyebrows, deep eyes, a high and superior nose, and his whole face is bony and full of aggressiveness.
The whole person exudes a sharp, unruly and cold feeling.
"This camera means a lot to me, so even if you asked for 100,000 yuan, I would have given it to you."
The man was startled, and his tone was a little annoyed, "It seems that I was short just now."
"I can give it to you now." When Ruya's camera bag was snatched away, there were many white people standing around watching with cold eyes. They had indifferent expressions, as if they were not surprised by such things.
The mixed-race man next to Ruya stood up to help her. Even though he did it for money, Ruya was full of gratitude towards him.
There is another reason. This man has the same Chinese blood as her.
In this impersonal America, it is a comfort to see our fellow Chinese.
The reason why she was so sure that he was a Chinese-Chinese mixed-race was that the first thing he said to her was to ask her if she was Chinese.
Thinking of this, Ru Ya asked: "If I hadn't shouted it out in Chinese at that time, would you not have helped me?"
"Yes." It was a concise answer, seemingly without any extra emotion.
Ru Ya was filled with emotion and once again thanked her motherland for giving her the identity of a Chinese.
"Anyway, today, thank you so much."
Thinking of his annoyed expression just now, Ru Ya blurted out, "Are you short of money?"
After she asked the question, she realized that it was an idiotic and rude question.
If they were not short of money, why would they risk their lives to help her get the camera?
She explained, "What I mean is, to express my gratitude, I am willing to pay you more if you need it."
The man was stunned again. He just asked for ten thousand yuan, but he didn't expect that the beautiful silly woman in front of him not only didn't bargain at that time, but was willing to give him more money now.
"You don't have to look at me like that. I told you that this camera is very important to me." Ruya's words came from the bottom of her heart.
Because, for many years to come, she will have to guard these precious photos through the long years.
The man found it a little difficult to say, but he really needed money, otherwise, he would not have come to Las Vegas, the world-famous D City.
"I... want another 30,000 US dollars."
Ruya was very happy, "Okay, wait for me."
But a moment later, Ruya came out of the ATM with 30,000 US dollars in her hand, "Here, for you."
She looked at the time and realized she couldn't delay any longer. She waved to the man and said, "I have to catch a plane. We'll meet again if we're lucky."
"Wait."
Ruya turned around and asked the man with her eyes, "Is there anything else?"
"My name is Che, what's your name?"
Ruya smiled. She was about to say her name was Ruya, but when the words came to her lips, she paused. After a few seconds of silence, she said, "My name is Si Yuan."