I don't know how long it took before I slowly came back to my senses, thinking a lot, very complicated, and even some conspiracy theories, but in the end there was not enough evidence to support my conjecture.

Looking down at the sleeping general, I didn't feel the slightest bit sleepy. It was nine o'clock in the evening, which was just after breakfast for my schedule abroad, and the jet lag didn't come to the point of emergency, and besides, it was strange that the two men in suits had said such things again, so I could sleep.

I sighed and stood up, ready to go to the toilet to take a good shower, and then lay down on the bed, as for whether I could fall asleep or not, it was up to me.

The heat rose, the warm bath water washed over my body, and the tired journey of more than ten hours suddenly disappeared, and my mood was much soothed.

Ten minutes later, I took a towel to wipe off the water stains on my body and walked into the bedroom very refreshingly. Before going in, I looked at the general again, and found that the general was still in the same position, breathing a little fast, and his brows were tight, which made my mood extremely anxious, so I simply picked up the general lying on the ground, put it in my bedroom, and by the way, took out a blanket from the cabinet and put it under the general. In the middle of the night, if anything happens, I can also check the general's situation as quickly as possible.

Then I was worried that the general would wake up thirsty in the middle of the night, so I took out a small iron basin from the kitchen, filled it with water, and put it where the general could see, and then I returned to the house with confidence.

Lying on the bed, he turned off the light in the room and tried to force himself to sleep. I've never been in the habit of playing with my phone before going to bed, and I think it will make me even more sleepy, and I will end up with trigeminal neuralgia. And if I fall asleep with my phone next to me, my head will hurt when I wake up the next day. Don't say that the radiation of mobile phones is very small, and the harm to the human body is minimal, but I don't think so, sleep itself is the most important way for human beings to rest, and there is no one.

Tossing and turning in bed, I couldn't fall asleep, I couldn't help but sigh, it seems that I can't sleep tonight.

This state lasted until seven o'clock in the morning, when it began to get dark, and I didn't want to stay in bed anymore. I turned on the bedroom light directly to get used to the light, and saw the general lying on the ground looking at me with a pair of small eyes open, and I couldn't help but squat down and touch its head.

"Stinky boy, do you want to eat steamed buns, I'll go downstairs and buy them for you."

The general's chapped nose sniffed lightly, then let out a long sigh.

Seeing the general's sluggish appearance, my heart is really uncomfortable.

Dig out the fleece pants and sweater I bought the winter before last from the cabinet, and then put on the down jacket I got from my dad yesterday, and cotton shoes are naturally indispensable, which can be described as a reload. I don't dare to walk around the streets in a suit like I did yesterday.

What I'm thinking about now is to go downstairs and buy breakfast, it's rare to get up early, and I have to be worthy of my rumbling belly.

In the neighborhood where I live, there is a breakfast shop on the right hand side of the gate, and when I was in high school, I bought two buns or two pies at his house every day, and they still tasted good.

Pushing open the doorway, the air suddenly became cold, and I subconsciously tightened the collar of my down jacket. He took out a cigarette from the hallway and lit it, and walked out of the unit door.

The temperature in the morning was very low, there was no food in the stomach, and some of them could not withstand the biting cold wind outside. The snow boots creaked against the black snow, and the white mist that came out of my mouth could no longer tell whether it was smoke or haze, and it was gone in the air in the blink of an eye.

The closer I get to the gate of the community, the louder the noise of the crowd becomes, I am used to it, since I lived in this community, the gate of the community is such a lively scene every morning. One by one, the migrant workers stood neatly at the gate, some of them were holding a cigarette with two fingers that they were reluctant to throw away, and they were still smashing it in small sips, and some people were holding two steaming buns in their hands, just standing in the cold wind and eating it in a big gulp. They talked to each other, looking very sloppy, but I could see their hope and yearning for a better life, carrying the fate of the family on their shoulders, and "responsibility" written in their eyes.

By two-thirds of the way I smoked the whole cigarette, I couldn't smoke it anymore. I don't know why, inexplicably bitter in my mouth. So I hurriedly walked to the trash can at the gate of the community to extinguish the cigarette.

"Hey!"

Just as I was about to extinguish the cigarette butt, a voice suddenly came from behind me. The voice was very old, as if calling me, I turned around and saw an old scavenger standing behind me, wearing a navy blue dirty cotton hat on his head, a shabby down jacket that had revealed dirty feathers, a pair of tattered cotton pants on the bottom, a pair of cotton shoes of different sizes and rubber open, and a bulging sack behind him.

The wind and frost carved countless wrinkles on his face, and although he was covered by a cotton hat, I could still clearly see the white hair on either side of his sideburns. He was smiling at me, revealing his mouth with few teeth left, and his left hand, which was covered with fine scars, as if he were thinking about what I wanted.

I didn't understand what was going on for a while, but the old man in front of me put the index and ring fingers of his left hand in front of his mouth, made a gesture of smoking, and then stretched out his left hand to me again. I immediately understood, and immediately handed him the cigarette that was still in my hand.

The old man didn't show any expression, but after taking it, he turned around and left. Watching him hobble towards the next trash can, I suddenly stopped him.

"Wait a minute."

Then he walked quickly to the old man's side and took out the two cigarettes that remained from his pocket. The old man heard someone calling from behind him, and slowly turned to look at me. I wanted to give the two cigarettes to the old man, but after thinking about it, I took out the two cigarettes from the cigarette case and handed them to the old man

"Take this."

The old man looked at me twice, and finally reached out his dead hand to take the two cigarettes, and turned away again. I put the empty cigarette case back into my coat pocket and put my hands in my pockets.

Feeling the empty cigarette case in my pocket, I continued to walk towards the entrance of the community, thinking about what I had just done. In the eyes of others, there may be no difference between giving the old man a cigarette case and taking it out and giving it to the old man alone, but in my opinion it is not the same thing, this may be related to the old man's next life, I can't think of myself as a benefactor, because in my opinion, I and the old man, the two are equal, I am not nobler than the old man, so I can't let the old man lose confidence in life. It may be wishful thinking, but I think it's the right thing to do.

Come to the door of the bun shop. The shop was full of migrant workers, and there were no seats for me to finish breakfast here, so I had to pack and take it away.

I asked for five steamed buns and a bowl of porridge, and some small pickles, of course, I couldn't eat these five big buns myself, and two of them were for the general.

Generally speaking, I never give dog food to the general, he eats whatever I eat, and even when I was on a business trip, the general fostered at my parents' house never ate dog food.

Back home, take off your thick down jacket and put breakfast on the coffee table in the living room. Pushing open the bedroom door, he found the general resting on a blanket. I came to it, stretched out my hand and shook its belly, and the general slowly opened his little eyes and looked at me pitifully, not to mention how distressed I was. I said to the general with kind words: "General, I bought you a steamed bun with chicken filling, you smell it." ”

As he spoke, he pointed to the living room. The general sniffed his chapped nose carefully, and then tried to get up and walk to the bedroom by himself, but he didn't stand up for a long time. I had no choice but to pick up the general and carry it to the coffee table.

Unwrapping the plastic bag, I picked up a bun, tore it into pieces and put it in front of the general, the general ate weakly, even swallowing seemed very difficult, only ate half a bun and no longer eat, I made a decision in my heart, after eating breakfast and quickly took the general to the hospital for treatment, now it is too sick, if it continues to drag, the consequences can not be imagined.

At that moment, I began to gobble up, and within a few minutes, I ate several buns and a bowl of porridge in my stomach, and I packed up and prepared to take the general to the pet hospital. But as soon as I wanted to get up and clean up, the phone rang suddenly, I took out the mobile phone in my trouser pocket and saw that it was a string of unfamiliar numbers, I frowned, but still answered.

"Mr. Qi, I am the one who visited you last night, at nine o'clock in the morning, the company leaders want to see you, I hope you will arrive on time."

Before I could speak, the other end of the phone hung up, I had a bad premonition in my heart, and I felt very irritable, how did all the troublesome things rush together!? It's already half past seven in the morning, and there is still an hour and a half before the meeting time, so it must be too late to take the general to the pet hospital for treatment in such a short time, and I can't leave the general alone at home, then I must not be at ease.

I suddenly thought of the girl next door, and wanted to ask her to help take care of it, but I still dispelled this idea, I don't know people at all, but it's just a one-sided relationship, and I'm afraid it's not appropriate for someone to help. It seems that I can only take the general with me, go to the company first to see what is going on, and then take the general to the pet hospital to see a doctor.

As soon as I thought of it, I quickly took out the blanket that had been spread on the floor of my bedroom, wrapped the general around and around it, wrapped it tightly, then got dressed, and hurried out of the house.