The first snow of 2020 seems to have come a little earlier than the one in 2002. In this boring city, in this familiar and unfamiliar alley, in the street after the epidemic, it is still so prosperous. Cars are coming, cars are leaving, people are coming, people are leaving. In the midst of the traffic, who can remember who is who? Just like the song "Beijing, Beijing", it is full of sadness and pain, but it is so good.

At this time, the sun is shining, and although the snowflakes are flying all over the sky, the air is not cold, but relatively cool. The breeze drifted in the air, as if telling of its own insignificance, as if it didn't want to disturb the tranquility. It blows gently, like fluff across the skin, making people want to moan comfortably. Lao Zhangtou also floated in the snow, a little lonely. Why is he floating? Yes, because he just died.

Lao Zhangtou doesn't want to die, but who wants to die? Only when a person lives a lifetime can he know how to think about the true meaning of life, feel the meaning of life, and recall the beauty and sighs of his life. There are regrets, unwillingness, regrets and reluctance in such memories. But what is there that can't be put down? If you can afford to let go, it is the meaning of giving up.

Old Zhang Tou is actually very strong, but he is very strong not because his name is Zhang Qiang. But because he was 87 years old, he was strong. Lao Zhang Tou has suffered a lot in his life, and he also understands a lot of truths. At this moment, he was still wondering, was it because he knew too much, so the old genius had to let him die? When Lao Zhangtou was young, he carried a gun, served as a soldier, fought devils, and caused a famine. However, when his body is not as good as a year, Lao Zhangtou's only hobby is to recall the past like this.

He thought about it a lot, a lot. He thought of himself when he was a child, and he wanted to fight when he grew up. He thought of watching the second aunt next door take a bath when he was a child, and when he grew up, he cheated the second aunt's second girl. He also thought of the group of ducklings that he had secretly buried when he was a child, and the family of the eldest niece in the west, with their yellow fluffy duck feathers, was cute and simple; however, at that time, how would he have known that if he was buried alive, he would have killed ducks; even if he was kind enough to show the heads of ducks one by one, they would still be dead ducks.

When he was a soldier, he killed people, killed many people. The people around him died one after another, and the "leaders" changed one after another, but he was still alive. He has not participated in the encirclement and suppression of the pros and cons, nor has he participated in the interception of the pros and cons. Because he is strong, their wave is always at the rear of the enemy. It's always the things that are very strong and windy. He is very good at killing, because the people he kills generally don't know when he died. There was no blood, no pain, as if life was meant to be enjoyed.

The old head is fluttering like this. He watched his children cry at his bedside, but he hadn't seen them much in years. He remembered that there were two pig's trotters in the refrigerator, and there were several barrels of oil and a few boxes of milk next to the refrigerator, all of which had been honored and given to him by others. Then he was relieved. In fact, he couldn't bite a pig's trotter for a long time, and he couldn't cook. He also remembered the knives under his bed, he loved knives since he was a child, long knives and short knives. He really wanted to pass them on, although the knife was not valuable, but it was what he loved. However, in the current era of peace, who still has the heart to play with the knife. He didn't know if his children would sell them for scrap metal, because they weren't really worth much.

Lao Zhangtou has a lot of ideas, because he is originally a person with a lot of ideas. He wanted to share his ideas with his children, and he wanted to share his experience with them. He really wants the children to take fewer detours, he wants to make their roads less twisty and smoother. Even, if he could, he would definitely go to Daigo empowerment like in martial arts. But who doesn't have their own ideas? Daigo empowerment is nothing more than creating another self, and isn't this another kind of selfishness?

The old head drifted farther and farther. Finally he couldn't see the snow and couldn't hear the wind. He watched his family get smaller and smaller, and he watched his house get smaller and smaller. He knew he was going to lose everything, he was losing everything. But so what? It's all a dead man. Life is meant to be born without being brought and death not being brought away. He's at a loss, he's at a loss. Because he's scientific, he doesn't know what happens when someone dies. But what he wanted to know was, what kind of death did he die now?