As soon as Jiu Wentian finished reciting the poem, a man came out of the shadows, the man was dressed in a coarse cloth coat, and his tall figure made him look very strong. It's just that when he came out of the stable, there was a very strange smell on his body, but he had the demeanor of a down-and-out knight.

"What a poem. The man also had a black cloak on his body, and when he walked into the moonlight, Jiu Wentian vaguely saw a face full of scum, "Little friend, are you a family?"

Jiu Wentian pretended to be a child and said, "My mother told me not to talk to strangers. ”

"If you were really a child, how could you make such beautiful poems?" the man smiled and continued, "If I'm not mistaken, you're not from Shenzhou. ”

Jiu Wentian was stunned for a moment, did not answer him, but calmly watched his every move. How can you say that a character like this will also be a person with strong martial arts, is it a garrison? This may not be ruled out, because Jiu Wentian still doesn't know what kind of organization the Shenzhou garrison is. Or maybe this person is thinking for a long time and I don't know what he is thinking, is he going to kill himself because of a poem?

Nian Siqi was sleeping, the holy demon was not in his hand, and the white jade was hanging around his neck, but Jiu Wentian didn't dare to stretch his hand to his neck, because he believed that if he had a chance to touch the white jade with his hand, it would mean that this person couldn't kill him. But it should be more that Jiu Wentian will not have this kind of opportunity, even if he reaches out now, the man in front of him will end him in an instant.

After fantasizing about many possibilities, the only thing I didn't expect appeared.

The man took off his hat and said, "You don't have to worry too much, I'm not from Shenzhou." I'm just an outcast, and when I hear that poem, I think of that hateful family. I have to say you're a prodigy, little friend, I haven't spoken to anyone in a long time, would you mind chatting with me?"

Jiu Wentian ate noodles in a noodle restaurant all his life, and he had just lost his job at that time, and he had five yuan in his pocket. It was almost midnight, and he couldn't stand the hunger for a long time and was ready to come out to eat, looking at the bright noodle restaurant in front of him, he pushed the door and walked in.

The boss is an uncle in his fifties, and he was not too enthusiastic after seeing Jiu Wentian come in, but said: "We'll close the door later, what to eat?"

Jiu Wentian looked at the recipes hanging on the wall, beef noodles 12 yuan, pork rib noodles 12 yuan, pork noodles 10 yuan, tomato and egg noodles 8 yuan...... Clear soup noodles for six yuan. Jiu Wentian looked at the clear soup noodle and swallowed his saliva, squeezed the five yuan in his pocket, and then raised his feet and wanted to walk out.

The boss had a pair of reading glasses on his face, looked at the newspaper in his hand, and said loudly: "I'm sorry, our food here is almost sold out today, and the fresh ones haven't come in yet." In this way, can you give you a bowl of green vegetable noodles for two yuan?"

Jiu Wentian was stunned for a moment, smiled, and then said, "Okay, it's a supper." ”

He said this, but Jiu Wentian's stomach was already growling. The boss got up and walked into the kitchen, and after a few minutes, a bowl of hot noodles with a few slices of fat in it came out, and it looked particularly appetizing.

"Boss, this ......" Jiu Wentian was a little stunned, he couldn't afford this at all, he thought that the boss had done something wrong.

The boss sat opposite him, handed Jiu Wentian a cigarette, and then said: "I used to be a young man, at that time, I was really not afraid of the sky, but I was afraid of the stomach screaming." Young people, eat a lot and digest a lot, and they can't go hungry for anything. Listen to your uncle's words, just treat it as your uncle inviting you to eat a bowl of noodles, sleep after eating, and tomorrow will be a new beginning. ”

Jiu Wentian didn't know what to say for a while, the boss patted him on the shoulder, and then returned to the counter to continue reading the newspaper.

This noodle is really hot, Jiu Wentian's mouth was burned red when he ate it, and a teardrop the size of a bean fell into the bowl, and Jiu Wentian tried not to cry as much as possible. How can a man like him who needs to support his family, a man who needs to stand up to the sky, cry, even if the sky falls, he must be supported by his shoulders.

People at night are always easy to get emotional, and there is no reason, because the people who can enjoy the night view at night are either passers-by in a hurry or lonely people. At that time, people didn't need much, maybe a comforting word was enough to keep them going.

Jiu Wentian finished the bowl of noodle soup, he put the five yuan in his pocket soaked with sweat in his palm on the table, and then said to the boss: "Thank you." ”

"Why are you sleeping in the stable?" asked Jiu Wentian.

"I thought you'd ask my name, you're a funny kid. The man smiled, then squatted down and looked at Jiuwentian, and said slowly: "If I had money, I would definitely have a bed to sleep and eat like you, just now I grabbed the food in the pig's nest." So for me, it doesn't matter where I sleep, I just want to live. ”

"yes, you're pathetic. Jiu Wentian sympathized slightly, and then asked, "What do pigs eat?"

The man laughed silently, and then said, "Why don't you go and see for yourself if you want to know?"

"The way you look reminds me of a man who I think is in a similar situation as you. Jiu Wentian said, "Do you want to hear it?"

"But it doesn't hurt to say that. ”

"Sell charcoal, cut down and burn charcoal in the southern mountains. His face was full of dust and smoke, and his temples were pale and his fingers were black. What is the business of selling charcoal to make money? The poor shirt is single, and the heart is worried and wishes for the cold. At night, a foot of snow outside the city came, and Xiao drove a charcoal cart to roll the ice ruts. The cattle are trapped and the people are hungry, and they are resting in the mud outside the south gate of the city. Who are the two horsemen? The yellow-clothed messenger is white-shirted. The hand put the paperwork in his mouth, and returned to the car and led the ox to the north. A cart of charcoal, more than 1,000 catties, the palace envoy will not regret it. Half a horse of red silk and a zhang of silk, tied to the head of the cow to fill the charcoal straight. ”

Jiu Wentian memorized Bai Juyi's "Charcoal Seller" in the Tang Dynasty in the last life like a text, which seemed to be very easy in Jiu Wentian's opinion, and the flat and straightforward tone made Jiu Wentian feel very ordinary, and he memorized the text like this when he was in school.

Unexpectedly, the man burst into tears after hearing this, and hurriedly asked, "Where is this person now?"

Jiu Wentian naturally couldn't tell the truth, but said flatly: "This person died in a heavy snowfall, without food, clothing, and charcoal, how can he live?"

"......," the man cried, as if it were not the charcoal seller in the story, but him, "how can there be such a thing in the world, it is so deceitful!"