Just as John and Eve Hugo were sitting in front of the bright window, enjoying the rich shrimp soup with the sunset, thousands of miles away in the rooftop restaurant of the Four Seasons Hotel in New York, Weilan Stillman and Charles were also sitting opposite each other with the sunset, and there were two bowls of rich shrimp soup on the table, but neither of them drank it.

On the way home, he saw Charles wandering down the street, so he took Charles to the Four Seasons Hotel and ordered a table of delicious food.

However, Charles didn't seem to appreciate it, and he wasn't interested in the food on the table, and since he came to the hotel and sat down, he has been staring at Micro Blue Stillman.

"What is your purpose in inviting me to dinner?" Charles was hungry, especially after smelling the rich shrimp soup, he thought he could eat a cow, but before he could figure out why Micro Blue Stillman invited him to eat, he would rather go to the trash can to pick up the food discarded by others than eat the lavish meal in front of him.

After Charles was thrown into the back alley by the staff of the Hilton Hotel, he actually planned to find a job to make a living, it stands to reason that he has a degree from Harvard University, and he has actually managed a business, so he will not be a homeless man, but whether it is a Fortune 500 company or a general enterprise, after his resume was sent out, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, and there was no reply, and since then he has no hope for work.

"Why do you have to have a purpose when I invite you to dinner? What do you have that I can steal, this shabby padded jacket on you, or the broken shoes on your feet. ”

Charles was wearing a tattered cotton shirt and a pair of broken shoes, and his appearance looked no different from the homeless man under the bridge, no...... He's a homeless man now.

But the first time I was a homeless man, I was able to survive and not freeze to death in this winter, Charles, a homeless man, is still qualified, and this is already very lucky.

Survival and decency can make one give up all decency when one can only be chosen, just as Charles, who defended his dignity for more than twenty years, was smashed to pieces by a bite of bread one morning.

"Because I've lived in an environment where nothing is free since I was a child, and now I'm living in an environment where even a pair of broken shoes will be remembered. ”

The last time Charles spent the night in the shelter, Charles' broken shoes were picked up by another homeless man who was poorer than him, so he now likes to sleep in his shoes.

That's because you never believed in all the good things in this world. ”

"Is there anything beautiful in this world? Why don't I see it?"

"That's because you never really lived. ”

"Really?"

Charles fell into deep thought, remembering the past, trying to find traces of his life.

Weilan Stillman ignored him, picked up the small silver spoon, scooped a bite of the shrimp soup in front of him and put it in his mouth, the delicious taste instantly filled his mouth, the skills of the Four Seasons Hotel chef are still good.

"No, you must have a purpose!"

Charles clenched his fists, stood up angrily, and stared at Weilan Stillman, who was eating, he had just thought about it for a long time, and he was very angry when he found that he had lived for so long and that he didn't have anyone to call a friend.

"Well, I'll admit that I invited you to dinner for a purpose, I want to get those broken shoes under your feet, so you're satisfied, right?"

When Charles heard this, he sat down weakly.

"Now, can you eat with confidence?" said Blanc Stillman as he saw Charles sit down again. "If you don't eat it again, the soup will be cold!"

Charles glanced at Blue Stillman, picked up the knife and fork on the side, brought a plate of good steak in front of him, and cut it elegantly, this was the first time he had eaten so elegantly since being thrown into the back alley by the Hilton Hotel.

The two never spoke again, and ate quietly.

The manager of the restaurant and a group of staff members hid from a distance and watched secretly, after all, a beautiful woman with noble clothes, elegant temperament, and elegant manners sat at the same table with a homeless man, this picture was even more unacceptable than Beauty and the Beast.

When the last steak on the plate was slowly swallowed by Charles, the eerie dining scene finally came to an end.

After Charles picked up a napkin to wipe the food from his mouth, he took off a pair of broken shoes from his feet, put them on the table, got up and walked barefoot, and walked out of the restaurant with graceful steps.

Weilan Stillman was not angry, looking at the broken shoes on the table, but a faint smile appeared on his delicate face.

"Find a box, pack these shoes, and take them away. After Weilan Stillman got up, he gave an order to the bodyguard next to him, and the bodyguard looked confused when he heard this, and he couldn't figure out what Weilan Stillman wanted these broken shoes for. However, he still found a shoebox from the hotel, pinched his nose and took Charles's broken shoes away.

On the other side, Charles's handsome didn't last three minutes before he was beaten back to his original shape, jumping around on the road when he got out of the hotel, counting nine cold days, walking barefoot on the road, definitely looking for death.

Charles himself knew that if he couldn't find another pair of broken shoes tonight, he might freeze a few of his toes, and maybe they would have to be cut off by then.

However, Charles's luck was good, after looking for a dozen trash cans, he finally found a pair of torn Converse cloth shoes, which was considered to be a temporary preservation of his feet, but he had to sleep on the streets tonight, and the reception station would close at six o'clock in the afternoon, he missed the time and could only sleep outside, but in cold temperatures, it was not suitable for camping.

Sleeping in such cold weather, it is very likely that he will not be able to get up when he lies down, so Charles can only wander the streets aimlessly, fortunately, the security in New York has been much better in recent years, otherwise he would have been dragged into the alley by hooligans to tease. Or they were tied up by gangsters and taken to an underground slaughterhouse.

Although Charles's appearance is not very good, his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys, including the cornea, are still very valuable in the eyes of the gangsters, and these people are masters who make the best use of things.

Under the moonlight, Charles walked aimlessly, he didn't know how far he had gone, and he didn't care where he went, he just walked forward vigorously, without a purpose, until he felt that his steps were getting heavier and heavier, and everything in front of him gradually became blurred, and he sat down on the side of the road, leaning against the wall and closing his heavy eyelids.

In his sleep, Charles dreamed that he had come to a fantasy forest, where the trees grew like all sorts of desserts, and even the stream flowed with a milky white liquid like milk, and when the wind blew, the whole forest would emit a thick and creamy smell, like walking into a bakery.