(Due to the excessive number of words in this chapter, it has been updated in two parts, and the following is the second half of "27a".) ）

Bao Xiaoxing looked down at her own shadow on the ground, a small lump, almost the same as thirty years ago, but she stroked her neck and cheeks, and there were many folds. Like a dendrobium orchid, she blossomed and bore fruit, and after two handfuls of flowers and fruits, she quickly dried up.

She used to love Zhongli so much, she had to work for a long time when he coughed. Now that he is sleeping on the street, she has no desire to help him go home, how can she feel distressed and caring? He doesn't love himself, so why should she love again. I don't know what year and month it started, the two of them quietly let go and went their own ways of life. Who let go first, she pondered for years, and then gave up. Because it doesn't matter who comes first or who comes after.

There was a gust of wind, and Hyosung spread her shawl and drove hard, longing for it to take her to heaven or to her hometown. Does she still love him? Even Bao Xiaoxing himself couldn't give an answer. She stood here only to make sure that the father of the child was safe, and for no other purpose.

A trace of coldness flows between the toes, like the fine sand on the seaside, like the Weishui in the hometown. The city made her wilt, she wanted to go home and eat a few bites of hometown food, life was like a black alley in front of her, and such a simple wish could not be achieved for 20 years. Bao Xiaoxing was so tired that she couldn't complain, she condensed herself into a rope, and she tightened it every day, even when she dreamed and cried.

The palm-sized grain shop in the farmer's market is not her life—never! But it was the grocer shop that tied himself up alive and exhausted his life.

Born to her, so twisted that she began to think about life and death at a young age in her thirties.

Death made her feel beautiful - the beauty of life. Dying well is the same as dying well, and living filthy is the same as dying filthy. If the man of the earth were to die like this now, his son and his grandson would not be ashamed of him.

The Creator treats a woman unfairly, He wants her to reproduce and to live; It gives her face, but it makes her age. If a fifty-year-old woman has the charm and value of the sexual resources of an average fifty-year-old man, then maybe the woman will not be so miserable. She was only forty, and she had already seen the withering of her own woman's flower. She was terrified, and in the farmer's market, she covered her panic with her daily busyness.

Obviously, I hated that place from the beginning, and I want to spend my life there. If you are still in the farmer's market at the age of fifty, you would rather die. Bao Xiaoxing has even studied the method of death thoroughly, and only waits for the end of everything when he is fifty years old. Anyway, at that time, the daughter got married and the son became an adult. She didn't care about anything, she just took pity on her fate. Like the red and green beans in her hand, they are picked and transported to the market, then procured and cooked over a fire. The farmer's market is her cauldron.

Hyosung kicked Jong Noh in the thigh, and the snoring stopped for a moment. I don't know how much he drank, and she couldn't wake up even if she kicked hard. Hyosung put down his shawl, hung his hands, and began to walk down the street. In the ten-meter-long alley, she paced back and forth. The clamor of the farmer's market had controlled her all these years, and she should have looked for the silence of the moment sooner - such a quiet would help her figure out her fate. Life forced her step by step towards paralysis and hypocrisy, cowardice and drift, and she was rarely excited, rarely happy for days for a flower. The smell of money in the city burned her body, and even almost soaked her will.

She wanted to return to her homeland, where the great tranquility was authoritative, unchangeable, and unprovoked, and there were her roots. Bao Xiaoxing was lost for a long time.

In recent years, Bao Xiaoxing has only understood where there is hope in the world. Hope is just a substitute for miracles, and miracles mostly stay in other people's stories. The development of generation after generation is nothing but repetition. The cool night breeze hit, Bao Xiaoxing picked up her skirt and twisted in the wind, she was looking for her childhood self, she was looking for her soul.

At four o'clock in the morning, the lights came on in several breakfast shops on the street. It was not easy for them to open the shop at four o'clock, and the preparations were already already in place at two o'clock, and by the time the four o'clock cleaners bought the buns from the shop and chewed on the hot buns, they had been toiling for hours. By the time dawn people walked briskly to work on the brightly clean ground, the cleaners had been working here for hours. Life is not easy, Hyosung smiles with tears in his eyes, and enjoys the softness of tears in his smile.

Bao Xiaoxing admired the flow of her hair, the elegance of her shadow, and the lightness of her heels, her body seemed to be reversing 30 years, unprecedented freedom and lightness. Behind her hands, collapsing in the silent background music of the city, she closed her eyes and let herself step high and low, even if she tripped and fell. Marriage is just a part of life, and it shouldn't drag down your whole life. Her life should also have the night breeze and skirt, the Weishui River and dandelions, the bright moon and freedom, tranquility and soul.

The wind swelled from the ground, and the trees all over the city laughed. It was five o'clock, and the middle-aged woman who was pacing was tired. She stopped and returned to Jongri, sitting on the steps where he slept. She was tired, she cried for her sister for a long time yesterday, and this morning she stayed awake all night for Zhong Li, her body was shrinking and paralyzing. The people on the ground were still snoring, and the snoring sound was ugly and disgusting, and she had listened to it for decades, and she was used to hearing it. She lamented her humility. A lowly woman will eventually pay an unbearable price for her humility.

She likes the charm and elegance of the shawl, but a good shawl is always sold very expensive. She longed for the black dirt between her fingers as a child, but her dyed nails could no longer hold any mud and sand. She likes salty, soupy, tofu brains sprinkled with dried shrimp and coriander, and she hasn't eaten them since she came to the city. She was only forty years old, and she used reading glasses - this fact alone was enough to make Bao Xiaoxing leave her current life.

For more than 20 years, she has never eaten her favorite tofu brain. She had forgotten what the leaves of the rape flowers were, and what the paulownia flowers in her yard smelled like when they landed, and she longed for her hands to peel naturally in the spring, as they had done before. The lost woman looked at her hands in the glimmer, her hands no longer hers. The calluses on a specific part of the hand do not belong to oneself, but to life.

The streets are gradually getting crowded, and the summer morning comes early. Passers-by looked at her and at the man sleeping on the ground beside her, and she followed the example of the passer-by, looking at the other party and at the man sleeping on the ground beside her.

When the sun rose, Bao Xiaoxing sighed. She turned off the night self and replaced it with someone else. She dialed Gui Ying's phone.

At 7:20 in the morning, Gui Ying, who heard the phone ringing, saw that it was Hyosung calling, and she chuckled in her heart, thinking that Xiaotang had an accident again.

"Hey, Ying, has Zhiyuan gotten up?"

"Huh? Belch...... ...... What's wrong? ”

"Zhong Li was drunk and slept on the street, I couldn't lift it at all, so let Zhiyuan come over to help." Hyosung's voice was low.

"Okay, then I'll let him drive there. Star - are you alright? Gui Ying listened to Hyosung's weak tone.

"I'm fine. I sent him the address and waited for him here. You go to work, it's not a big deal. ”

"Hmm...... Yes. Then you're good, I'll let Zhiyuan go over immediately. After saying that, the two women hung up the phone.

At eight o'clock, Zhiyuan parked the car and found Bao Xiaoxing. After the two discussed, Zhiyuan carried it on his back and Hyosung supported him, so he carried the 150-60-pound Zhongli into the car. After arriving at the farmer's market, the two carried Zhong Li back to the shop. After Zhiyuan put Chung Li on the bed on their second floor, he straightened his clothes, breathed a big sigh of relief, and said, "Oh, okay, Hyosung, na...... Nothing happened, I went back first. His grandfather is waiting for breakfast, and he has three children. ”

"Okay, you're busy, don't make trouble if you succeed!"

"No, no, I learned to be the most obedient and well-behaved. Okay, then I'll go first! Zhiyuan waved his hand and left. Hyosung didn't send it either, and sat alone on the chair at the head of the bed, looking at Jong-ri.

After Zhiyuan returned to his community, he parked the car, and then quickly went to buy breakfast, and when he came back, it was half past nine, and the old horse couldn't wait.

"What are you doing out so early?" The old horse sat in the dining room and asked loudly.

"Uh......" Zhiyuan listened to the movement in the house, and saw that there was no sound, so he spoke: "Xuecheng's father drank too much and slept on the street all night, and I helped get him back in the morning!" ”

"Who? Zhong can his son? The old horse asked loudly.

"Hmm." Zhiyuan was cautious and replied in a low voice.

"Good fellows! Zhong Neng raised a good son! Drink more than me! He slept on the street and was not afraid of being ...... Ran over or beaten! "The old horse despises.

"No, Hyosung stayed with me all night, and I watched it."

"Hey, I don't work well, I drink every day! What is it called! After the old horse finished speaking, he looked up at Zhiyuan, who knew that Zhiyuan was stupidly looking at Xuecheng who was sticking out his little head in the corner of the wall, Lao Ma looked back, Xuecheng shrank his neck in fright and turned around.

It turned out that Xuecheng woke up early and listened to the adults mention his family's affairs, and the child was alert and came to eavesdrop, but was discovered.

The two men looked at each other, very embarrassed.

"Learn! Come here! Come to Grandpa Ma! The old horse hooked his hands and shouted.

Xuecheng lowered his head and walked over with small steps, as if he had made a mistake.

"Did you hear what Grandpa said?" The old horse asked.

Xuecheng nodded.

"Your dad drank too much last night and slept on the street, this is wrong, what if something happens? This is to be criticized! The old horse opened the skylight and said something bright.

"Dad, what are you telling the child about this?" Zhi Yuanzhi learned to have a small head so low that he nested in his body, looking at the pitiful.

"Grandpa Ma wants to tell you that it's not right to drink, and when you grow up, don't drink every day like your father! Do you hear that? ”

Xuecheng nodded, and it was raining on the ground. Zhiyuan hurriedly stepped forward and hugged Xuecheng's shoulders to comfort: "Adults are adults, children are children!" Learn to be very obedient, well-behaved and sensible...... Than we are more obedient, than we are obedient, than Zai Zai...... "I haven't finished talking here, so the cry has started."

"Wow wow...... Uncle, I'm going home! I'm going back to my house! "I can't cry when I learn.

Tsai woke up when he heard the cry and ran out barefoot to ask about the situation. Yangyang also woke up, slipped out of bed and went out of the house, looking up like a little rabbit and quietly watching the excitement. The quiet morning suddenly boiled up, and you said a word to me.

"Don't cry, eat first, after eating, my brother will send you back, okay?" Zhiyuan squatted on the ground to wipe Xuecheng's tears.

The old horse sighed, he was hungry and ate first, and he couldn't care about others. After eating, he called Zhong Neng and told him what happened. Zhong Neng, who was preparing breakfast, already knew, and he looked silently towards his son's room on the second floor, so lost that he had nothing to say about the broken scene.