Why is it half a month, because after half a month, his life finally changed.

The man who saved him from the endless darkness has finally arrived.

His master, a strange old man who was not serious, did not believe in fate, and at the first sight of him, he was determined to take him as an apprentice, and then took him to another city and raised him for decades, and he did not dare to get too close to him for decades because he was afraid of killing this old man who loved him well, and he had always been commensurate with his master.

It's just that I didn't expect that what kind of bullshit talk about "the son wants to raise, but the kiss doesn't wait" will be his turn, the old man suddenly died two years ago, drove the crane west, and left without leaving half a last word.

And since the death of the old man, Mu An'an's unfortunate life seems to have started again, because it took a few days to arrange the old man's funeral and lost an internship opportunity. It took him more than half a year to find a decent job, but he was fired the next day because he yelled at the cleaner and was fired the next day because of his left foot advanced company, and it took him a long time to figure out that the old man who was directed by him to clean the toilet turned out to be the deputy director of the company.

After that, no matter what work he did, he was either fired or forced to be fired, and he didn't earn three melons and two dates all year round, just when he was about to starve to death on the street, he was saved by a beggar's half of a white-flour steamed bun, and the beggar was Zou Sanbai. And Zou Sanbai also regretted it for a long time because he saved him, because this skinless, faceless, and shameless person actually thought of pretending to be a beggar and begging on the street for a living, and he lived happily because of it.

Mu An'an didn't learn anything else from the old man, he could see him openly, and the life experience of living happily was learned, and it was almost to the point where the blue was better than the blue, so although the life was hard, it did not prevent him from having fun in the bitterness.

Just like today, he "worked" for half a day today, although he only begged for more than 20 yuan in total, but it was much more than the three yuan and two cents and five yuan on his first day, and today is not yet the rush hour after work, and those old customers who are not bad for money are still working hard, otherwise it is not a problem for him to ask for 180 yuan a day.

It's just more than 20 yuan, whether to eat claypot rice or a few skewers today? It's a bit hard to decide.

Mu An'an has been a beggar for so many days, and he has always had a habit of using the money of the day on the same day, and saving it if he has not used it up, and he has also thought that he cannot be a beggar for the rest of his life, but he still has to keep some development funds, and it is good to do some small business in the future.

If Zou Sanbai knew that he thought so, I don't know if he would be moved to tears, as I said before, the economic benefits of a region are relatively stable, and the area where Mu An'an begged is the place where Zou Sanbai "worked", which means that the money should have belonged to Zou Sanbai alone, but now he has to share half of Mu An'an, who can't be bad about this matter? But Zou Sanbai thinks that he is neither a hooligan nor a ruffian, and all he can do is to replace Mu An'an's "makeup remover water" with urine.

Now back to the issue of claypot rice and skewers, Mu An'an looked at the two storefronts on the street and fell into thought, I have to say that he also has the so-called choice difficulty like the current generation of young people.

When Mu An'an thinks about a problem, he will habitually reach into his pocket and grope for the banknote, but at this time, a cold touch will be transmitted from his fingertips.

He then took out the coin and put it in front of his eyes, and by the light of the alley, which was not bright, he carefully observed the lines on it, and on the front of the steel hammer was a beautiful woman's face, and on the reverse side was carved a very delicate flower. I have to say that the workmanship of this steel hammer is really fine, and he now has a little doubt that this is not a game currency but a coin issued by a certain country, but this is a coin, and there is no number engraved on it, and he doesn't know how much it can be worth.

Keep it as a collection, and it's the fruit of your own labor.

Mu An'an thought about putting the steel hammer back in his pocket, ready to reconsider the issue of dinner, but suddenly remembered what the obscene old man said before leaving.

"If there's something you can't decide, you might be able to try it. ”

Well, eat claypot rice with the front side up, and skewer with the back side up.

Thinking so, Mu An'an tossed the coin into the air, and the silver-white outline of the coin circled in a graceful arc in the air, drew three beautiful circles, and then landed at his feet.

The steel hammer fell to the ground, still spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning...... (To be honest, I'd love to write it and turn a whole chapter)

The spinning did not stop for a long time, like a spinning top in Inception, which gave Mu Anan a sense of absurdity in "LIMBO".

Then he kicked the coin decisively.

With a clear clang, the steel hammer stopped at his feet, in fact, the moment before the coin was tossed, Mu Anan felt that what he really wanted to eat was claypot rice, because as long as he skewered, he must add a bottle of beer, which is too expensive.

Unexpectedly, when he saw the reverse side of the steel hammer, the very brilliant flower facing upward, at that moment, Mu Anan's thoughts changed subtly, and he suddenly felt that if he didn't go to the skewers tonight, he would definitely regret it for the rest of his life, so he immediately ran to the barbecue stall and shouted: "Boss, let's have a copy of the old way."

The owner of the barbecue stall is an enthusiastic middle-aged man, although he doesn't know what Mu An'an's name is, but it's not the first time he's seen this yellow-skinned young man. In fact, almost every time Mu An'an finished his "work" and after removing his makeup, he would come to him for a meal, so he was already surprised by the black pot on Mu An'an's face.

Because it was still early and there were no guests, after bringing the skewers, the boss naturally sat down and talked to Mu An'an: "Young man, why do you get off work so early today?"

Of course, Mu An'an can't tell the truth, he is because he has just been broken by an old god stick, and now he is a little afraid, so he called it a day early, and he could only lie very casually: "Eh...... Our boss died. ”

"Huh?" the barbecue stall owner was a little surprised.

Mu An'an continued to talk very casually while stroking the skewers: "That's right, our boss died today, he died in a car accident, he was miserable, and that brain was knocked out, and the white and red were all flowing to the ground." ”

A disgusting picture suddenly appeared in the mind of the barbecue stall owner, and he was a little disgusted when he looked at a few pieces of raw meat on the side of the barbecue stall.

When Mu An'an on the side described this scene, his tone was indifferent, as if he was casually mentioning a trivial matter in the greetings of relatives, and at the same time, he was still eating with relish and his mouth was full of oil.

Seeing that the expression on the face of the barbecue stall owner began to become a little unnatural, Mu Anan smiled and said, "Don't look like this, I'm kidding." ”

"I say, how could a good person suddenly have a car accident?" The barbecue stall owner said with a relieved face.

Mu Anan took a sip of beer and continued: "He actually jumped off the building to his death." ”

"Oh, it turned out to be a jump...... Huh?" the barbecue stall owner was even more surprised.

"Hey, hey. Mu An'an suddenly smiled strangely.

The owner of the barbecue stall suddenly became a little hairy, but fortunately there was a guest at this time, and he took the opportunity to immediately stand up and run over to greet him, probably because he was in too much of a hurry and fell halfway.

With this experience, he probably won't talk to Mu Anan again in the future. And this is exactly what Mu Anan wants.

Because from childhood to adulthood, except for a few people including the old man, as long as the relationship with him is too close, the end will not be much better.

And the reason why he said such things to the barbecue stall owner was simply because he didn't want the enthusiastic boss to follow him into bad luck. This helplessness of being forced to give up social relationships, he has endured for more than 20 years, and this time is not bad.

After solving the skewers like a storm, Mu Anan couldn't help but regret a little, as he thought in advance, skewers were simply a way to eat that was not enough. Of course, it was because he didn't eat enough, but if he took more than 20 yuan to eat claypot rice, he would obviously be full, and he didn't understand why he blindly followed the instructions of the steel hammer just now, so that he was half full now, and he could only go home with the bottle of beer that still had a small half.

When the old man died, he had no relatives and no reason, and Mu An'an, as his legal adopted son, naturally became his first heir. Of course, the old man died too suddenly, and he left no assets, and the only thing that could be called an inheritance was a two-bedroom house in a modest neighborhood in the center of the city.

But no matter how low-grade the community is, it is also located in this city, and City C, as one of the few second-tier cities in the country, is by no means cheap. It stands to reason that Mu Anan could sell this house and squander the money he earned for the rest of his life, but the old man mentioned to him the importance of the house more than once, so although he has been reduced to the point of begging on the street, he has never thought of selling the house, and on the premise of not selling the house, he can indeed be regarded as poor.

The house is five kilometers away from here, and it's okay to take the bus normally, but today his money is used for skewers, and if you want to walk, you have to walk for about an hour to get there, but this can only be blamed on himself, and he deliberately picked a long road to "work hard".

Because he neither wants those who know him to have a new understanding of himself, nor does he want those who don't know him to know the fact that he is pretending to be a beggar. It is precisely because of his prudence that from beginning to end, only he and Zou Sanbai, who had rescued him, knew about him pretending to be a beggar and begging.

Actually, if it weren't for fate, who would want to pretend to be a beggar? Anyway, Mu An'an has always said this to himself, I don't know if the old man knows about this, will he crawl out of the coffin in anger and jump up and smoke his heavenly spirit cover?

I took a sip of beer, rinsed it in my mouth, and finally swallowed it slowly, but it actually tasted a little bitter. Mu An'an doesn't like to drink, he didn't drink before the old man died, although the old man who was addicted to alcohol had many times led him to the path of an alcoholic, but he was rejected by him with arguments and righteous words, but he didn't expect the old man's death, but he made him indispensable to be with Du Kang every day.

"Slightly drunk, slightly drunk. ”

A sentence that the old man would say every time before drinking suddenly sounded in his ears, and the corners of his eyes were a little moist.

"Big brother, are you crying?" suddenly came a very immature little girl's voice behind her.

Mu An'an shook his head, looked back, there was only an empty street behind him, he scratched his hair and said to himself, "Is it me hallucinating?"

Although the street in front of him is remote, there are always two or three inconspicuous passers-by walking by, and today I don't know what is going on, I don't even see half a figure, and now it is almost dark, which makes people feel a little hairy in their hearts.

Mu An'an was influenced by the old man's education, and he was already a theist, which made him more afraid of ghosts than ordinary people, not to mention that he had done everything he had done these days.

"Master, you have a spirit in heaven, but you have to protect my apprentice. The apprentice can't help himself these days, don't be angry, I'll go home and give you a pillar of incense. ”

Thinking so in his heart, his pace quickened, and he wanted to walk home quickly, so he chose the shortcut to the old town at the fork in the road, but he began to regret it after not taking two steps.

(The book throws a steel hammer for the first time)