In the winter of 2060, a small city in the north, a small area that is not prosperous

This year is not cold compared to previous years, but it has finally ushered in the first snow. The snow is not very large, but in the past few years, such a snow scene has never been seen for a long time. The snow had been falling for two days, and there was already a layer of snow on the ground that was not too thick.

It was already approaching dusk, perhaps due to the weather, and the number of pedestrians on the road was gradually decreasing. Although this kind of weather is rare, no one wants to be frozen in this ice and snow, and they all want to go home as soon as possible to drink a bowl of hot soup. But there are always exceptions, and a young man is walking down the road, as if he is in a hurry to get somewhere. The man was tall, somewhat thin, wearing a slightly outdated trench coat, a brown turtleneck, and a pair of faded trousers on his legs. It stands to reason that a young man of this age is the time to love to dress up, but this one seems to be an exception. He is also handsome, but his cheekbones are a little high, and his eyes are bright with a thick circle of dark circles, and his face is full of exhaustion. The man's name is Zhang Jiong, and he is the lobby manager of a hotel.

Zhang Jiong rubbed his hands, looked up at the snowflakes that were still falling in the sky, tightened his clothes and walked towards a store that was still open. It was a bookstore called Old Port. In this era, people who like to read paper books can be said to be rare, and Zhang Jiong is one of them. He always felt that the digital words displayed on the electronic screen were somewhat lacking in human touch, and the ink fragrance of paper books always allowed him to completely jump out of that boring work. I have read the old book I bought from here last time, and I must choose a few more books today, and go back to wash and study.

Just thinking about it, Zhang Jiong had already walked to the door of this bookstore, the bookstore was an old store, and from the broken plaque and the slightly leaky window, it could be seen that this store could be said to be an old store with a crippled will. The plaques are made of wood, which is a rarity in this era. The old Hong Kong bookstore has no way to investigate who wrote the four big characters, the author's signature at the end of the plaque has gone with the autumn wind of the years, the remaining four characters are also precarious, the door is also a wooden door, although it is already old, but it is polished shiny.

Zhang Jiong shook his head, pushed open the door, and walked in. The welcome bell at the door of the "jingle bell" rang, but no clerk came out to receive the guests, Zhang Jiong seemed to be commonplace, and walked to a bookshelf by himself. The inside of the store is not as shabby as the outside. The shop is not very large, the décor is warm-colored, several rows of bookshelves are neatly arranged, and the books on them are also placed in unison, although some of the corners are a little worn, but most of them are brand new waiting for their owners. There is this counter in the corner of the room, which looks quite tidy. There was a small door behind the counter, and apparently behind it was the owner's living quarters. The house is not cold, there is an electric stove, although the appearance is very similar to the honeycomb coal stove of the last century, but with the passage of time, civil coal has long bid farewell to people's daily life, and this is no exception.

Zhang Jiong picked out a few books that met his reading taste, and walked straight to the counter. He put the book on the counter and shouted into the counter, "Old man, get up and settle the score!"

Following Zhang Jiong's gaze, I saw an old man about sixty years old lying on a rocking chair, sleeping by himself with his mouth open, and a little saliva was dripping from his mouth. The old man is not tall, about 1.7 meters, and he is slightly fat. The hair is already completely white, and there is a tendency to lose some of it. Although the room was still warm, he was already covered with a thick quilt, and he was obviously extremely afraid of the cold. His right hand hung down to the ground, and there was an open copy of "Those Things in the Ming Dynasty" on the ground.

With Zhang Jiong's shout, the old man also woke up, and he sighed a few times, obviously still a little hazy.

Zhang Jiong was a little helpless, knocked on the table vigorously and said, "Old man, you really have a big heart." I'm not afraid that someone will steal your store. ”

The old man was obviously a little sober and said, "You are a fool, you are here to disturb my old man's dreams again." Then he sat up from the rocking chair, picked up a pair of glasses from the side, put them on, and said, "Steal, steal, my old man should be laid off early." ”

"You, you're all at this age, and you haven't saved some pension money by yourself, and when your day passes, I'll see who will send you to the end. When the time comes, you'll stink yourself here. ”

The old man obviously didn't care, flipped through the book selected by Zhang Jiong and said, "Sholokhov, didn't you like to watch Hemingway before, but you have changed your taste recently?"

Zhang Jiong pursed his lips and didn't say anything.

The old man said, "These books are a total of thirty for you."

"Don't don't, don't, you'd better be honest and do the math, I don't want to go out and let people say that I always take advantage of you old man. ”

"Whoever can take advantage of my Le Xu Yang's advantage can take advantage of it! Thirty is thirty, one point is not much, one point is not much!" The old man was obviously a little angry.

Zhang Jiong took out a thirty yuan bill with some helplessness. There is no way, this old man only needs paper money, and he is helpless, and he has to change paper money every time he comes. just quietly stuffed a fifty yuan bill under the ledger on the counter.

Le Xuyang helped Zhang Jiong wrap his school, a paper bag, and it was very tightly wrapped. handed it to Zhang Jiong, but Zhang Jiong had no intention of leaving, and he rubbed his hands and didn't say anything.

"I knew you kid had to come to me again to fight the autumn breeze, wait" said he opened the small door behind the counter door, walked in, about ten minutes, was brought out a large bowl of noodles, and a few side dishes, it seemed to be some dishes. Zhang Jiong had already set up a small table by himself and was waiting for this delicious meal.

"The old man personally rolled the noodles by hand, and the dishes were also fresh, knowing that you like to eat coriander, I deliberately put more of them. ”

"I didn't put chopped green onions. ”

"Just your hypocrisy, no!" Le Xuyang scolded with a smile.

Zhang Jiong just smiled, and poured those dishes into the noodle bowl one by one, and mixed them casually to make a large piece of Duoying.

Le Xuyang did smile and didn't say anything, walked to the counter, took out a water cup, poured a cup of hot water for Zhang Jiong, and then moved the rocking chair out by himself, lying on it by himself, still holding the book "Those Things in the Ming Dynasty" in his left hand, and read it by himself.

"Eat slowly, I'll give you another if it's not enough. ”

"Old man, I have to say, you are doing a good job of noodles. Zhang Jiong said as he gulped the noodles into his mouth, "But ah, it would be nice if I had some soju." ”

Le Xuyang squinted his eyes and said, "If it's in the usual time, I'll get it for you, but not today." ”

Zhang Jiong was stunned, pursed his lips and said, "Old man, why can't you drink some wine so hard today." ”

"Begging for a beating!" Le Xuyang said, turning the book in his hand into a stick, and knocked Zhang Jiong.

Zhang Jiong was pained and said, "Old man, you still have a dead hand." It hurts me to death. ”

Le Xuyang smiled and said, "Someone came here two days ago and told me a story, do you want to hear it?"

Zhang Jiong picked up the bowl and continued to eat and said, "What's the matter, it's so mysterious." "Suddenly I thought of something, two days ago, wasn't it just when the snow was just beginning.

Le Xuyang said: "This story, but it can be long......"

(To be continued)