It was drizzling in Sioux City, and Chen Fan, who had never felt the scenery of the south of the Yangtze River, wandered in the drizzle, he did not hold an umbrella, and walked alone in the narrow alley.

Hu Xiang'er left, she was in a hurry, and when Chen Fan went to the hotel to see her off, she had already left.

The encounter with Hu Xianger was an accident, Chen Fan couldn't say what his feelings for her were, but after each other's ** and getting along, she just left and left the city. Chen Fan had a feeling that he could meet her again.

The long alleys are filled with fragrant buns and soy milk, and the business of street stalls is unusually hot in such stormy weather, but most of the people who eat breakfast are elderly people, and only they can enjoy this comfortable morning light.

A drawer of hot buns, a bowl of thick soy milk, a bowl of white rice porridge, and a small plate of mustard are all for breakfast.

There are old people teasing the caged birds, there are old men smoking cigarettes and crooked hats humming out of tune Jiangnan songs, and there are old ladies who count their children who have not yet started a family and are not angry.

Chen Fan asked for a bowl of hot soy milk and sat down, savoring the leisurely nature of a corner of the city with the old people.

People have to part after all, Chen Fan thought, the next time he meets Hu Xiang'er, it will be another joy.

His mood got better.

He stretched out his hand and let the drizzle outside the umbrella shed drop in the palm of his hand, cold and cold, dispelling the last trace of trouble in Chen Fan's heart.

A notched earthen bowl stretched out in front of Chen Fan without warning.

It was a little old man with unkempt hair, the rain was rolling down his gray hair one by one, his face was full of wrinkles, his eyes were cloudy, the wrinkles at the corners of his mouth extended to the back of his neck, his lips were chapped and his lips trembled slightly, revealing two yellow teeth, and the closed front teeth had been lost.

His other hand was holding a large section of yellow bamboo much taller than him, and his fingers were thin and long, and covered with mud, which was extremely disproportionate to his short and rickety body.

His clothes were very thin and shabby, like rain felt cloth in the nineties, and the rain dripped from his unkempt hair on his clothes, drawing rain lines on his clothes.

What a poor beggar.

This was the first thought that flashed through Chen Fan's mind.

He subconsciously put his hand in his pocket, but behind him, there was a stern rebuke from the stall owner.

"It's you stinky beggar again, get out of here, don't affect my business!"

In the face of the stall owner's reprimand, the little old man was still motionless, his thin hand was handed in front of Chen Fan, his eyes were still cloudy, and the rain on the umbrella was dripping in his missing bowl.

It should be a deaf beggar.

Chen Fan thought, he took out a one-yuan bill from his pocket, and as soon as his hand was raised to the height of the table, a gust of autumn wind blew, and the rain on the umbrella drenched the little old man's shoulders.

Chen Fan retracted the money he picked up and put it in his pocket.

"Little brother, that's right, this broken old man stretches out a broken bowl every day, annoyed to death, don't pay attention to him, he will leave in a while. ”

The stall owner's voice was thick with a strong accent, and he was supposed to be a Sioux City native.

Chen Fan glanced at the little old man who was still holding out the bowl, wiped the stool wet with the rain with his sleeve, turned his head and said to the stall owner who was muttering and complaining: "Two baskets of hot steamed buns, and a bowl of hot porridge." ”

"You!"

The stall owner wanted to say something, but saw Chen Fan stuff a banknote into his hand.

"Sit down, old man. ”

Chen Fan pointed to the stool that had been wiped, motioned to the beggar old man to sit down, the old man looked at the stool with cloudy eyes, then looked at Chen Fan, moved his thin body, and sat down.

"Humph!"

The stall owner glanced at Chen Fan dissatisfiedly, and then fiercely glanced at the old beggar man, and threw the buns and porridge on the table.

"You're welcome, old man. ”

Chen Fan said.

Hearing Chen Fan's words, the beggar old man poured the porridge into his broken bowl with his thin hands, and grabbed the hot bun in the palm of his hand with his hand, leaving the last bun that he couldn't hold, he bit it with his yellow teeth, bit the bun in his mouth, and continued to pestle his yellow bamboo, leaning on his body, walking in the rain.

Chen Fan couldn't help but look in a daze.

And the old man, who was originally eating at the stall, couldn't help but point at Chen Fan, as if he was watching a joke.

The stall owner wiped the place where the old man had just sat with a handkerchief in disgust, and said to Chen Fan: "See, this old man is so virtuous, don't reward him, he looks at you with a blank eye, you reward him, he won't even say thank you." ”

"Perhaps, people have hidden diseases and can't speak?"

Chen Fan invited a beggar old man to have breakfast, the picture was peace of mind, and he didn't expect the other party to say thank you or anything like that, just like just now, he could have thrown the old man a yuan to pass away, but, Chen Fan thought, on such a rainy day, a bowl of hot porridge and hot buns may be what he needs more.

The old man who was playing with the birds interjected and said: "Can't speak?" hahaha, young man, you don't know yet, this half-immortal, he relies on his broken mouth to cheat and eat and drink, no, we old men have said a lot, he simply pretended to be dumb, hey, a broken bowl for food, can really live, I also admire it enough." ”

"Zhang Banxian?"

Chen Fan looked at the old beggar who disappeared into the rain with the yellow bamboo, and shook his head, probably, he was a charlatan before, so he would have such a name.

After eating breakfast, Chen Fan forgot to ask the beggar old man to eat breakfast, he walked in the major Chinese medicine pharmacies in Suzhou City, one grabbed two flavor medicines, and the other grabbed three flavor medicines.

In the afternoon, Chen Fan changed his outfit and walked to a few Chinese medicine pharmacies.

With Jiuqu Ganoderma lucidum as a medicine guide, he only needs to gather hundreds of other medicinal materials to completely cure Su Qianqian's three-yin body, however, considering that the origin of Jiuqu Ganoderma lucidum is unknown, Chen Fan was very careful when buying medicine, in order to buy Qi to treat Su Qianqian's medicine, he even prescribed dozens of prescriptions for treating different diseases, and went to major Chinese medicine stores to grab medicines.

Moreover, as soon as he was caught, it was five days, and he even took the time to go to the hospital for a shift, and when he was prescribing a medicine order to a patient, he personally went to the pharmacy and took some medicine ......

In these five days, Chen Fan did not talk to anyone, every time he went out, he chose a different way of traveling, taking a taxi, riding a bicycle, walking, and he walked a different way.

The only place he repeated was to eat breakfast in that alley, and the old beggar man named Zhang Banxian would always stretch out his notched bowl in front of Chen Fan when he was eating breakfast for the past three days, his eyes were always so cloudy, and his hands were always dirty.

He always took the notched bowl and filled it with porridge, picked up the bun with his dirty hands, and walked away with the yellow bamboo, the uncle who originally said that Chen Fan was a silly boy chose to be silent, a few old ladies who love to nag their sons and grandsons always revolve around Chen Fan's body, some say that this child lacks heart, some say that this child is too kind, and one wants to introduce her granddaughter to Chen Fan.

After persuading Chen Fan to no avail, the stall owner of the porridge bun always sighed silently every time he saw Chen Fan appear.

On the sixth day, Chen Fan finally got together the medicine for Su Qianqian's three yin body, he was in a good mood, and came to the stall for breakfast as usual, and ordered two steamed buns, two bowls of porridge, and the other one was for the beggar old man.

However, what Chen Fan and several old ladies didn't expect was that the beggar old man who appeared on time every day didn't show up on time, and the buns and porridge on the table were already cold.

When the stall owner came to collect the money, he sighed: "The old man is indeed dead, young man, don't pay today's money." ”

Chen Fan felt that the stall owner's words were a little familiar, as if he had heard them somewhere, and he couldn't remember them for a while.

When Chen Fan remembered that what the stall owner said was the end of the article written by Mr. Lu Xun, he had unconsciously come to the depths of the alley, and the old beggar man with a yellow bamboo pestle and a broken bowl was sitting in the corner of the wall, looking at Chen Fan with a cloudy gaze.