Next to him, leaning on the back of the chair, his head up, his face was red with wine, the drunken old man seemed to be drunk, his drooping eyelids closed again, and he was smiling on his face, and he didn't know what he was laughing at.

dipped the razor in some water, and the old man with the razor stood behind Lian Ge, holding the razor and looking at Lian Ge again,

“...... Dust-free, no dust, no dust, no dirt on the hair...... Young man, I won't wash you, just shave. ”

The old man took the razor and smiled, the razor fell, cutting off a piece of hair on Lian Ge's head,

"Do you think it's appropriate for you to cut it so long, young man, do you want to shave it a little longer? ”

Holding a cut of hair, the old man took it to Lian Ge, and asked with a smile,

Lian Ge sat on the chair, glanced at the chair next to him, leaned on, seemed to be drunk, and fell asleep The old man turned his gaze again, and looked at the old man's somewhat rough and wrinkled palm pinched a piece of hair,

"Just cut it so long. ”

Retracting his gaze, Lian Ge looked out of the umbrella again, the snow still falling from the night, and the pedestrians passing through the snow in the distance,

“...... Okay. ”

The old man smiled, nodded in response, withdrew his hand, but did not let the cut hair fall to the ground, but turned around and put the hair on the stool next to him, and then turned around again, continued to cling to the razor, shaving his hair,

“...... Old man, in my life, I have shaved the hair of the old and the young, the poor and the rich, and the hair of the dead......"

The old man's razor fell from time to time, and after cutting off the cut hair, he pinched it again with the other hand, and distributed the cut hair to the stool next to him.

Laughing, the old man shaved his hair and spoke loudly,

“...... Unexpectedly, it was almost the end, and he shaved the hair of the fairy again. ”

Laughing, the old man put the truncated head on the stool next to him, and said,

Lian Ge listened to the old man's words, didn't turn his gaze, didn't answer, and looked into the distance outside the umbrella.

The old man also smiled, did not speak again, leaned over, turned around from time to time, and distributed the cut head to the stool next to him,

The cold wind that disturbed the snow blew through the square from time to time, but it seemed to be blocked from the big umbrella that was being held.

The strands of hair piled on the stool only fluttered slightly, but they were not blown off by the wind.

......

“...... This place hasn't snowed in years, and this time, it's like it's going to be enough. ”

Holding the razor in one hand, pinching the severed hair in the other, and putting it on the stool next to him, the old man turned around, raised his head, and looked out of the umbrella.

The old man next to him, who seemed to have fallen asleep, still had a smile on his face flushed with the smell of wine, closed his eyes, leaned back in his chair, moved, and then quieted down again.

Tilting his head slightly, looking at the incandescent light that showed through the umbrella, the snow that kept falling from the night, Lian Ge said in a calm tone,

"It's almost over. ”

"It's good, it's good......"

The old man leaned over, nodded, looked at it again, said loudly, lowered his head again, continued to cling to the razor, and shaved Lian Ge's hair.

......

“...... Dad, look at the snow, it's so snowy......"

“...... Be careful......"

“...... Oops......"

On the side of the square, a little girl faced the street lamp, looked up at the snowflakes falling in the night, and said in surprise while running forward.

The father of the little girl, close behind,

It seemed that the snow that had melted on the ground made the square a little slippery, and the girl fell and fell to the ground, and the little girl's father ran after him.

On this side of the square,

Under the umbrella, Lian Ge heard the sound and turned his gaze to look at the side,

The old man who shaved Lian Ge's hair also turned his head and looked to the side when he heard the movement.

Next to him, the old man who seemed to be drunk, still drooping his eyelids red from the smell of wine, did not turn his head, did not open his eyes, and moved again in the chair,

“...... Look and see, save and don't save, what do you see?"

Muttering, with some drunkenness, the old man spoke up.

When Lian Ge heard the sound, he didn't turn his head, nor did he turn his gaze, still looking out of the umbrella, in the snow,

"What needs to be saved, what should be saved has been saved, what can be saved has been saved. ”

The tone was calm, and Lian Ge said aloud.

The drunk old man seemed to hear Lian Ge's words, drooped his eyes, showed some smiles on his face, leaned back in his chair, and shrank down again, as if the wine was strong, and he fell asleep completely.

The old man who was holding the razor looked at the place again, turned his gaze back, took the razor, and continued to shave Lian Ge's hair,

......

“...... It's okay, it's not falling, is it?"

“...... Hee-hee, it's okay, I'm so thick-dressed, I don't feel like I fell down......"

The little girl's father ran to the little girl with some nervousness to pull the little girl up.

The little girl had already gotten up from the ground with her hands on the ground, and said to her father with a smile,

“...... Scared Dad to death...... Don't run around, I'll fall again after a while......"

“...... Got it, Dad...... Dad, can you please not let Mom dress me in such thick clothes, otherwise I won't fall......"

The little girl's father took the little girl's hand, and the father and daughter walked away in the snow along the edge of the square.

......

Watching the father and daughter walk away, Lian Ge turned his gaze and looked at the old man who seemed to be asleep on the chair next to him, with a drunken face and a smile,

He withdrew his gaze and looked into the snow again.

Outside the umbrella, on the square, on the side of the square, from time to time people walk by, old or young, happy or sad, all kinds of people are either talking to each other, or hurrying to a certain place,

The words were mixed, and from time to time with the cold wind that disturbed the snowflakes, ringing in the ears,

Inside the umbrella, quiet,

A large umbrella blocked the wind and snow, and the incandescent lamp hanging on the umbrella bone swayed with some warm light,

Under the lamp, the old man who was holding on to the razor dropped the razor from time to time and shaved his hair for Lian Ge,

On a chair next to him, the drunken old man seemed to have fallen asleep, only a slight snoring sound,

Lian Ge looked at the snow and didn't speak, just watched and listened,

On his shoulder, the mouse turned his head, looked at the distance outside the umbrella from time to time, and turned his head back from time to time, looking at the old man who was holding on to the razor, as if he was afraid that the razor in the old man's hand would fall on it.

Under the umbrella, there was only the sound of shaving hair, and the faint snoring of the drunken old man from time to time.

......

“...... Alright, lad, shaved up. Look. ”

The old man shaved off his hair again, pinched the hair in his hand, put it on the stool next to him, turned around and took a mirror again, handed it to Lian Ge, and said with a smile,

Lian Ge turned his gaze and looked at the picture on his glasses,

The hair is a little shorter than before, but it's just right.

"It's good. ”

“...... Hey, you're satisfied. ”

The old man smiled and answered, put away the mirror, put it aside, and stood on his feet again.

“...... I have a reluctant request, young man...... Look, can I take your shaved hair away......"

"Just take it as a thank you for shaving my hair, old man. ”

Lian Ge stood up and looked back at the old man,

Under the eyes of the sky, the old man's spirit is deeply hidden, just like the Zen master of the temple of seeing sex.

Smiling slightly, his tone was calm, and Lian Ge said.

“...... Thank you, thank you...... With your hair, old man, I might be able to survive this winter......"

Laughing and thanking him a few more times, the old man said aloud.

Lian Ge didn't say anything more, turned his gaze, looked at the old man again, and then at the old man on the chair next to him, who seemed to be drunk and had fallen asleep,

Turning around, Lian Ge moved his feet again, stepped out of the umbrella again, and stepped into the snow,

A few steps forward, the umbrella behind him is far behind,

The snow that fell from the night gradually stopped.