Three bottles of beer

It was a cold winter night, the north wind kept screaming, brushing through every corner of the town, and he rolled the dead leaves on the ground mercilessly. It was not enough. He seemed to want to put the whole earth. Pick it up! There are few pedestrians on the road. In the night, only one street lamp is swaying in the wind, slightly yellowing, but it gives every pedestrian who passes by in a hurry to have the most sincere warmth.

Three foreigners came to a small restaurant and sat down next to each other. There is a table about one meter away from them, and a little boy and a girl are sitting next to the table.

The three listened to the sound of the whistling outside the store, and came to Lixing for a while.

"Hey, I said." One of the tall, thin glasses was talking, "How about a few bottles of beer to warm up?"

"Good idea!" said one of the fat people.

"Yeah! Oh, this day is cold!" The black man next to the thin taller took over.

"But we don't know the way." The fat man frowned and said.

"Do not tighten." The thin and tall smile of wearing glasses, he waved to the little boy, "Little brother, can you trouble me to buy three bottles of beer for me?"

The little boy turned his head and looked at them strangely, then nodded excitedly. He jumped off the stool and took the money in the thin hands with a chubby, dirty hand, and ran out.

A minute passed.

Ten minutes passed.

An hour has passed.

The little boy still didn't come. The girl is really anxious for him: he is a playful child, shouldn't he take the money to do something bad? No, he is naughty, but at least he is honest. However, why did he not come back so long?

"This kid, it won't take our money, run it yourself?! It's awful!" The black man finally couldn't wait, he said indignantly.

"I didn't expect it, little age..." The fat man was about to say it down, but he was stopped by the tall and tall gesture.

Doorway.

What did they see? - The little boy, carrying three bottles of wine in his hand, is coming forward with a breathless breath!

"Uncle...uncle...uncle, right...sorry...sorry." He said with a sigh of relief. "It’s cold, I ran a few shops and closed the door. I accidentally fell. I suddenly remembered that there are three bottles of beer in my house, so I will let you drink! No money, just hope that you don’t give up. Hey, this is your money.” As he said, the tight little hand slowly extended and spread out, lying on the palm of his hand, was a ten-dollar renminbi that was soaked in sweat.

Three men, and the girl - they were all stunned, the north wind seemed to stop whistling, and the time seemed to solidify. At this moment, these three foreigners feel that they are holding in their hands, not wine, but a tender but hot heart! There are two big golden letters on it: integrity. And I, the girl in the story, the cute little boy, is my cousin.