The old man turned around and looked at the open lips, the oil stains on them washed off the lipstick, leaving only a layer of greasy oil, and he didn't know where the courage came from, so he roared, "What are you arguing about?" Dine! ”

A roar, Sifang Ping, no one would have thought that the old man who was nodding to people not long ago suddenly had such a spirit, and the cloudy old eyes under the thick eyebrows were filled with a trace of persistent anger, and he didn't know what he was obsessed with.

The old man was helpless, he just wanted to have a good meal, for himself and for the bear orange in his pocket. The shop was finally quiet, the old man sat down, looked at the boiling red oil in the pot, and asked with a smile, "Young man, did you order it?" ”

"Well, perverted and spicy, it's delicious enough, can you eat it, old man? No, I'll help you order another pot, and we'll eat in two pots. The pigtailed boy laughed.

"No, no, it's perverted and spicy, okay! I...... Let's go pick up the vegetables! As he spoke, the old man was about to get up, but was stopped by the pigtailed boy.

"I'll come, just sit down, I'm a regular customer here, I'll recommend you a few signs here." The boy laughed.

Seeing this, the old man had no choice but to appreciate it, sat down obediently, looked at the young man's back and said to himself: "There are still many good people in this world!" Bear orange, we can have a good meal today! ”

"Hmm."

……

Walking out of the hot pot restaurant and saying goodbye to the pigtailed boy, the old man touched the remaining two hundred yuan in his pocket and left satisfied. He ate very well, his stomach was slightly bulging, his stomach was full, the chili pepper made his whole body slightly hot, and in the bitter cold, he could also feel the slightest heat flowing in his body. The people regard food as the sky, and the ancients did not deceive me.

The bear orange shrunk in his pocket, squinting slightly, he had lost the ability to think, he was too full, he was emptying himself, feeling the beautiful feeling of fullness with his heart, and before he knew it, he fell asleep.

Back to the tin tent in the park, the old man was a little reluctant to sit down, he was wearing a suit now, he didn't know how much it was, but he believed it was definitely not cheap. Such good clothes, how dirty it should be to lie directly on the ground! He stood in front of the tent in a daze, not knowing what to do, in desperation, he had to turn back to see if he could find the previous military coat, thinking that it was still convenient to wear that dress, take the sky as the quilt, take the ground as the seat, lie down and rest, there is no so much psychological burden, and there is no need to be careful.

Thinking like this in his heart, the old man turned around and was about to leave, but Xiong Tangerine, who had been sleeping, woke up at this time, yawned lazily, and squinted at him, "I said, I am a god and can fulfill your wishes." Why don't you believe me? ”

"I ......" The old man didn't know what to say, these things were still too mysterious for him, could it be that God really took pity on him and let him pick up a fairy cat in his old age?

"Xiong Tangerine, I'm a bum, I don't dare to think about it, I don't dare to do it. I don't know where you got this suit, but I'm already scared when I put it on this time. I've long been accustomed to that kind of life, if you are really a fairy, just go, how can there be a fairy following a homeless man. I'm already happy that you've been with me for so long these days. Thank you so much. The old man thought for a long time, took the bear orange in his pocket in his arms, gently rubbed his head, and said.

Xiong Tangerine didn't resist, just rolled his eyes, and his face was full of unhappy expressions, "You're such a weirdo, are you sure you don't make a wish?" Although I am a god, I am not a bad person, if you really don't have a wish, I will leave. The favor just now is regarded as repaying your kindness for taking care of me for the past few days. How is it? ”

The old man nodded, bent down to put the bear orange down, and left, the back was still rickety, and the steps were swift or slow, and the footprints left on the snow were also deep or shallow. Xiong Tangzi looked at him indifferently, looked at the footprints again, tilted his head, and left, all over the plum blossoms, in the opposite direction.

The old man went all the way back to the alley, the military coat was still on the ground, he took off his suit, put on the military coat, smelled the sour smell and smiled, and said with a smile: "This is the bum!" Then, he folded the suit he had changed into and put it on the snow, and left a line of words on the snow with his fingers, "Bear orange, where you get it, you will return it, this hundred is the rental money." The old man dragged the hundred-dollar bill for a long time before reluctantly putting it down, gritting his teeth and leaving without looking back. This time, he walked fast, almost with a run. That's a hundred dollars! He was depressed for a while before he recovered.

The line was soon covered by the fresh snow, and a layer of frost was formed on the suit, and a hundred-dollar bill was pressed under the suit, fluttering in the wind, like a bird waving its wings. The bear orange walked slowly with small steps, and when he looked at the money and the suit, he guessed the old man's intentions, and the words were actually dispensable.

The bear orange crouched on the snow, his vision blurred, and the memories came back to him again. Multitudes of people fell down before it, bowed down to it, and shouted its name, not the bear orange but another name, and they shouted so loudly that it was like thunder in the sky, and it rumbled, so that it could not be heard at all. It just knows that the name is important to those people.

In the cacophony of sounds, it also hears many, many wishes.

"I want to be young forever."

"I want my family to be happy and healthy."

"I want to marry the most perfect man in the world."

“……”

Countless wishes are woven into a big net, enveloping it and trapping it. It was enshrined in the shrine, incense was around, and there were many tributes, the shrine could not be put down, so it was lined up on the ground, and it seemed to see a pair of crying dragon and phoenix fetal babies. Did he eat virgins before? Is that the food of the gods? How does it feel more like a youkai thing?

As the memory grew, it became more and more confused, and when it woke up, its petite body was mostly buried in the snow, revealing only two forelimbs pressed by its own small head. The wind and snow have been falling for three whole days, and the earth has been snow-white, but there is still no intention of stopping, which is no longer strange in this northern city. The streets are getting deserted, and people who are at home on vacation are wrapped in heat, locked in cages called lazy. No one wants to run outside the house in this kind of weather, it is the work of plum blossoms and green pines, and it is possible that there are homeless people.

At this time, there was no one in the busy park, and the tin tent hidden in the woods stood alone in the wind and snow. In the tent, the old man hugged his body tightly, curled up like a shrimp, and his inflexible joints began to ache under the attack of the wind and snow, and he had maintained this position for a long time. He also wanted to stretch, but every joint in his body seemed to be frozen, and as long as he moved slightly, it made a creaking sound, almost breaking apart. The pain made him unable to move, he could only close his eyes, force himself to sleep, try to immerse his consciousness, and not care about the pain.

The old man's lips were purple, trembling, and he kept whispering something, "not cold, not painful, not cold, not painful...... the hint of words is sometimes not a method of psychological adjustment, but the struggle of people in times of fear and despair, and at that time, it often means that the person is not far from death.

The words "not cold, not painful......" were repeated alternately, coming out from between the two thin purple and chapped lips, and then blown away by the wind and snow, without the slightest strength. Human beings claim to be great, but they are still frighteningly fragile when they are stripped of their external objects and face nature with their own bodies.

The old man's white eyebrows were furrowed, his eyes were tightly closed, and the darkness enveloped his vision, and he was reluctant to open anything. He always believed that as long as he fell asleep, he would definitely wake up. He had told himself this in his heart for three days, and from the first day of the snowstormy day, he had a premonition that his end was near.

The snow covered the city, and the old man, who had just eaten a full meal, was forced to huddle in this simple tent. The thin iron sheet was crumbling under Feng Xue's blow, and I don't know how many lifetimes of virtue I have accumulated to make this tent last until today.

The wind and snow hung on the iron sheet, and the sound of whirring was like a thousand ghosts wailing. At first, he covered his ears and didn't dare to listen, but now, he can only hold his body, trying to make his body temperature not so easy to dissipate, so that he can live longer.

The wind and snow are as cold and merciless as its temperature, blowing wantonly, bending the trees, blowing down the plums, and the rolled up snow dislikes the layers of white spray on the ground, and it is like a clarion call for war, blowing the pace of attack, and thousands of troops and horses are stepping on iron hooves, stirring up white smoke and dust, and fighting in this city.

In my ears, the sound of wind and snow is bombing; The body, the temperature is passing; In front of me, the darkness gradually dissipated...... It's a wonderful feeling, and my brain starts to recall a lot of things, like watching an old movie that is about to be released. At first, the impact was vague, but the further back on, the clearer it became. It's a pity that those clear pictures are full of abuse, white eyes, and a stinking garbage dump. These are the memories he is most familiar with.

A thought flashed through the old man's heart, "I have been living in the world for so long, living hard every day, living like a human being, a ghost is not like a ghost, is it really necessary to live?" What am I living for? Perhaps, death is a kind of relief......" The thought grew uncontrollably in his mind, and countless hands stretched out from the darkness, entangled him, and slowly dragged him into the cold abyss.

The old man gave up struggling, and stopped saying strange things to give him hints, and his face became very serene, and there was a faint smile between his eyebrows.