Yang Bo wiped away a tear, managed a smile, and ran out, "Here they come!",When he came back, Yang Bo's hands were carrying a lunchbox. He gently placed a box of fried rice in front of the old beggar and didn't speak.,He looked up at the time. It was already 1 p.m. He was half an hour later than usual, which meant he had been standing there for a full half hour!。