[Disclaimer: This is the first chapter of the first volume I first wrote, and at the end someone said that the plot entered too slowly, so I deleted it, and now I will post it for everyone to see!] 】

On the night of Chinese New Year's Eve, every family in the land of China began the grandest and warmest reunion moment of the year. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Lights, singing and dancing, fireworks, and firecrackers. People vent their pent-up joy and emotions for a year in a variety of ways.

But all this cheerful and happy atmosphere has nothing to do with him Chen Zixuan.

Chen Zixuan was walking on a street where he couldn't even see a ghost with a pack of quick-frozen dumplings in one hand and a box of buckets of instant noodles in the other. Fortunately, the current large supermarket chains do not close until the Spring Festival, otherwise he will even have a problem eating and drinking.

Hungry and cold, impoverished, and lonely, this is the truest portrayal of him at the moment.

The cold wind in the north was biting, especially on this special day, and his heart was even colder.

His name is Chen Zixuan, but his life is not as grand as his name, on the contrary, it can no longer be described as thrifty, it is embarrassing and extremely depressed!

After this Spring Festival, Chen Zixuan was exactly thirty years old, but he couldn't stand in his thirties, and he was still so disgraced and living in the world without dignity.

Home, Chen Zixuan has, and there is a particularly beautiful wife and a very lovely son at home, the wife used to be a school flower, and the son's photo is now hung as a classic photo in the most famous photo studio in the city.

It's just that he doesn't want to go back, because he doesn't have the face to go back!

He didn't want to see the yellow face of his husband's mother, and he didn't want to see his wife's disappointed face!

Finally, after a long walk down a lonely street, he came to his makeshift home, a damp basement.

"Young man, can you give me something to eat, this is the New Year, everyone is busy with the reunion dinner, and I don't want to bother others!" Chen Zixuan was about to push the door when an old voice suddenly came from the underground walkway next to him.

It was an old man with a scruffy beard, his hair was messy, and his clothes were even dirtier to the extreme, he couldn't tell whether it was a monk's robe or a Taoist robe, and he vaguely felt that he was a monk, because Chen Zixuan's mother believed in Buddhism, so Chen Zixuan glanced at the old man's plain and quiet eyes, and he could be sure that this was a person with the power of faith.

I don't know why, when the down-and-out Chen Zixuan met an even more down-and-out begging old man, his lonely and sad mood suddenly became much clearer, because there are always many poorer people in this world than him, and he is still happy in comparison!

People are always accustomed to looking for happiness and happiness in comparison with others.

Chen Zixuan, who was in a good mood, raised the quick-frozen dumplings in his hand and said with a smile: "Old man, come in and eat hot, the weather is strangely cold!" ”

"Ouch! That's even better! The old man cheered excitedly, and jumped up happily like a child.

Chen Zixuan opened the door, and the begging old man walked straight in, and a musty smell rushed to his face. But both of them have a very natural flat expression, the former is used to it, and the latter may think that the musty smell is quite good.

The furnishings were simple, with a wire bed, a dilapidated television, a dilapidated table, and a few dusty stools.

And the kitchen is even more outrageously simple, that is, there are a few broken newspapers on the floor in the corner of the wall, a few pairs of chopsticks, a few bowls, and an induction cooker.

Chen Zixuan turned on the induction cooker, filled the pot with water, and then took out a few bottles of Erguotou and a butterfly peanut left from before, and ate and drank on the small stool face to face with the begging old man.

After the water boiled, Chen Zixuan poured the dumplings into the pot, and after a while, two large bowls of steaming dumplings were served. The two of them had a bowl for each person, and they began to eat and drink the sea with two pots and garlic heads.

The two of them are very tacit, as if they are both starving ghosts reincarnated, and they also seem to be really hungry and cold, and they chirp in unison, almost a dumpling, and then a peanut in two pots.

The one that eats is called a hearty one!

Chen Zixuan used to dislike baijiu the most because he had a slight liquor allergy. However, in winter, the basement is damp and cold, and you can't sleep without drinking some liquor.

The hardships of life will make people stronger!

Chen Zixuan usually drinks very poorly, but today, I don't know if it's because no one has been drinking with him for too long, or because he is lonely and miserable, he is like an old beggar, waiting until a plate of dumplings is finished, he drank two bottles of Erguotou!

"How's it going, old man? Are the dumplings I cooked delicious? Chen Zixuan asked with a smile.

"Medium! Delicious! My old man has never eaten such delicious dumplings! The old beggar laughed.

"Okay, there's still one in the pot, I'll serve you another bowl!" Chen Zixuan picked up the old beggar's bowl as he spoke, stood up and was about to go to the kitchen in the corner, but before he could take two steps, he suddenly felt that his stomach was tumbling and his head was buzzing! He said with only a trace of consciousness: "Old man, I-can't do it, I want to-sleep for a while, you-you-you feel free!" After speaking, he fell to the ground in an instant, and fell asleep directly.

The old beggar shook his head, smiled, then took his bowl in Chen Zixuan's hand, walked straight to the corner of the wall to scoop up all the remaining dumplings in the pot, and then continued to squat in front of the small stool and ate wine and peanuts with taste.

At this time, Chen Zixuan turned over and said dreamily: "Life is really hard, if you let Lao Tzu live again, Lao Tzu will definitely be able to live a wonderful life!" ”

When the old beggar heard this, he thought about it and ate the dumplings by himself.

Finally, the old beggar finished eating all the dumplings, he wiped his big hand, wiped the greasy on his mouth, walked to Chen Zixuan and squatted down, and said meaningfully: "The fake show is really true and false, and there is nothing but there is nothing!" Life is like a dream bubble, what is nirvana? ”

"Since you are unwilling and have left many regrets in the first half of your life, then, for the sake of these two bowls of human delicacies that you cooked with the heart of the real city, the old man will give you a spring and autumn dream!"

After the old beggar said these words, his momentum suddenly changed, like a land fairy, floating out of the dust, only to see that he didn't know when a blue jade in the shape of an eye appeared in his right hand, emitting a faint blue light, and at a glance he knew that it was not a mortal thing.

"Dream Fairy Jade, True Eye! Pardon! ”

The old beggar waved his hand to knock out the immortal jade, and the dream immortal jade actually floated up in the air, flew directly to Chen Zixuan's eyebrows, and slowly blended into it.

When the Dream Fairy Jade was completely integrated into Chen Zixuan's eyebrows, a colorful light suddenly rose from the basement and went straight to the sky, the light was colorful and beautiful, there was a kind of bewitching beauty, and it was breathtaking!

After flickering for three minutes, the basement was back to normal, nothing had changed, the heat in the pot was still rising, but the drunk Chen Zixuan had disappeared.

The old beggar looked up to the sky and laughed and went out, gradually disappearing into the snowy avenue. From afar, you can faintly hear the beggar-looking Taoist priest singing:

Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies, and hopes that the emperor will trust the cuckoo in spring;

This situation can be recalled, but it was already clear at the time.