It's good to stay at home, but it's hard to go out for a while. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In order to escape gambling debts, Ma Shengli went to another country, took an overnight bus, and when he got off the bus for breakfast the next morning, he found that his wallet had been stolen. There was no way, he had to look for a job everywhere to find a place to live, but after a day of running, his mouth was dry, hungry and tired, and there was not even a shadow of work. Standing alone on the streets of N City, Province Z, he is unaccompanied, looking around, with no place to stay, and no penny to borrow. As the night quietly fell, in desperation, he had to sleep on the streets to wait for the dawn.

Ma Shengli lay on the long stone bench on the side of the road, his heart seemed to have overturned the five-flavor bottle, and he blamed himself for his gambling behavior, and regretted his impulse to escape, but the reality did not leave him much time to think, and the difficulty soon prevailed, and soon after his body was attached to the stone bench, he snored and fell asleep.

The next day, before dawn, Ma Shengli woke up.

Rather, he was awakened by the cold. At the turn of spring and summer, the temperature difference between day and night was large, coupled with the cold of the stone bench, which invaded the skin, and when he woke up, he felt that something was wrong with his body, his head was swollen and painful, he was afraid of cold, his limbs were weak, and his body was still shivering. Ma Shengli's first feeling was that he was broken, he must be sick, he struggled to stand up, but his whole body was soft, and he couldn't exert his strength. He wondered what was wrong with himself? Yesterday I was still scurrying around looking for a job, why did I become a dou who couldn't support the wall today? In this unfamiliar place, it would be bad if he fell, and a fear of death instantly occupied his mind.

No way! If you want to die, you can't die here. If you really want to die in Province Z, won't you really become a lonely ghost? So he grabbed one side of the stone bench with his left hand and let his legs drag his body down the side of the stone bench, so that he leaned on the stone bench. Perhaps it was the toss that took up too much of his physical strength, and he had to open his mouth wide and gasp for air.

On both sides of the road, from time to time, morning exercisers who were accustomed to getting up early walked in front of him, and some people saw him sitting on the cold street bricks with his legs crossed, his face flushed, his face unkempt, and his clothes crumpled from a night's sleep. One of them also asked Ma Shengli a few words loudly, the person spoke in dialect, and Ma Shengli couldn't understand it, so he could only look at the group of people in front of him in a daze. From the eyes of the onlookers, Ma Shengli knew that he must be very embarrassed at the moment, even if it was different from the monkeys who were watched by people in the zoo, it was estimated that he was not much different from the wandering fools he saw on the street on weekdays. In fact, the morning exercisers did indeed regard him as a fool, and after asking him a few words and getting no answer, everyone laughed and dispersed.

Ma Shengli's heart was extremely sad, and he suddenly had a feeling in his heart that he knew so much why he had to do it at the beginning. Thinking that if I hadn't gambled in the first place, or gambled money and didn't borrow that loan shark, I would definitely not suffer this crime today. Now that he is seriously ill, he is in a foreign land, and he doesn't even have someone to talk to, and what's worse is that he doesn't know what his fate will be today, and when will this situation come to an end. Alas! It's really a sin, and it's forgivable; You will not live if you have done your own iniquity! But this retribution is coming soon, isn't it? I was going to go out and try my luck and find a job today, but with the current body and bones, just the obscene image in front of me, don't say that the recruiter doesn't match, or I don't have the face to stand in front of people.

The fiery red sun rises in the east, and the city, which has been silent all night, becomes bustling and boiling again. Ma Shengli moved his legs and redirected his body so that his chest was facing the sun. Today's sun is as brilliant as yesterday, and it is warm on people's bodies, Ma Shengli feels that his body is no longer swinging, in addition to the severe pain in his head, his consciousness is much more awake than before. But the ensuing hunger began to creep in again, and the ileum was twisted and twisted like a knife, and this torture was no less milder than a headache. This is also a grievance, after all, he has not eaten any food for a day. Just last night, he also came up with a good way to deal with hunger, that is, he kept swallowing saliva, and today because of the high fever, his throat was almost smoking, and even the saliva was more energetic than him, and it became extremely expensive. He sat there, and could visibly feel his stomach deflating inward. Deflated, deflated, deflated, deflated so that his chest was already close to his back.

Not far ahead, there is a bus stop, and the platform is full of people. There are students with school bags, workers with tool kits, and people waiting to get on the bus with leather bags under their armpits. Thinking of the word identity, Ma Shengli suddenly felt puzzled, everyone has an identity, but what identity does his current situation belong to? Worker? Hobo? Or are they refugees? Seeing others in a hurry, they all have a home, but they seem to have become superfluous people in this city. This can't help but make him nostalgic for his carefree student days, when he lived happily despite his poor academic performance; It also reminded him of his days in the engineering team, although he received a meager salary, he still lived a comfortable life. It would be nice to be able to go back to the old days!

It seems that there are always endless customers on the platform. A bus came, full of pulls away; Another bus came, still full and gone. Ma Shengli had been sitting there dumbfounded, looking at it, and there was one person who caught his attention. The man had white hair, and was dressed in a blue cloth coat that had been washed and almost faded, with several large patches on it, and he carried a crutch in his left hand, a large white enamel jar in his right hand, and a large cloth bag on his shoulder. The cars in front of the platform went in and out, coming and going, and the passengers also changed stubble after stubble, but this old man never had the intention of getting on the train. He crawled through the crowd, nodding his head and bowing his waist, his lips moving, as if he was talking to someone. Hey! What is this old man doing? After observing attentively for a while, Ma Shengli finally understood that the old man was a beggar.

Beg! Ma Shengli's eyes lit up, thinking about his current predicament, why not use this as a means of livelihood to eat? Thinking about it, it seems inappropriate, if the matter of begging spreads in the future, how can I still gain a foothold in this world? On second thought, no! N city in Z province is thousands of miles away from his hometown, if he doesn't say it, who can know in the future? The empty space in his brain was struggling, and his stomach was wringing spasmally, which seemed to be urging him to make a decision early. He gritted his teeth and just left it at that.

He climbed the stone bench with both hands, and with a force on his legs, his body actually stood up. Although his head still hurts, as if he is carrying a thousand heavy loads, he can barely support it. He staggered in the direction of the platform, and when he was halfway there, he saw a discarded foam box on the ground, and he bent down and reached out to pick it up. Thinking that since you have decided to beg, you must not have any props in your hands, otherwise where will the coins of the well-wishers throw away?

When he came to the platform, Ma Shengli consciously distanced himself from the old beggar. He held the box in his hand, and read words in his mouth like an old man, because he was a beginner, he couldn't let go, and his voice was so small that only he could hear it, and it was estimated that it was not louder than the snort of mosquitoes. He tried his best to put on a pitiful face in order to gain sympathy. He used the trick used by the old beggar he had just seen, whether he met the old or the young, he always nodded first, then bowed, groveled, and wagged his tail to beg for mercy. It's a pity that his movements are not very skillful, and his body is obviously a little stiff.

Because he was on the same platform, he and the old beggar inevitably passed by. The old man obviously did not welcome him, the new franchisee, he probably thought that Ma Shengli had violated the rules of the beggar gang and invaded his own territory for no reason, so he couldn't help but feel resentful, and looked at Ma Shengli from afar, hoping that he could leave consciously. Ma Shengli had already made up his mind, he lowered his eyebrows and was pleasing to his eyes, his heart was not distracted, and he completely ignored the strange appearance of the old man. There is only one goal in his heart, that is, eating a full stomach is the last word, and as for the rest, he really can't think about it so much for the time being.

Ma Shengli begged back and forth several times, but the result was quite embarrassing for him, except for a bundle of contemptuous glances and disgusted expressions, his box was always empty. From time to time, I heard the "ding bell" of someone throwing money into the old man's porcelain jar, why didn't anyone sympathize with him and throw some money into the foam box? Ma Shengli's heart was both entangled and anxious. He couldn't figure out why God always favored others and made people gain something, but he didn't get anything? It's not fair! Seriously unfair!

After insisting on asking for a few laps to no avail, Ma Shengli couldn't help but feel bored with his behavior. I have obviously become a foil on the side of this platform, and I can't get money compared to the old man, not to mention, it is completely embarrassing. Thinking about being young sometimes doesn't always have an advantage, such as the current self. Maybe it's because this outfit on your body is too eye-catching, right? Although it was a little wrinkled, it was not shabby, and it was not as sympathetic as the patches on the old man's body. It is said that people rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles, and your clothes are of a high grade, and even the neighbor's dog does not dare to bark at you. But today is different, it can be seen that wearing clothes too well is sometimes not a good thing! Yes, there is no master here, there is a place to raise a master, Ma Shengli thought that it would be better to beg in another place.

The central department store of N City is located in the downtown area, with a wide square in front of the building and a high flagpole; Crowded, bustling. A variety of food stalls line up in a corner of the square, and from time to time you can hear the sound of food falling into the oil pot, "squeaking" and bursting with tempting aromas.

It was only 500 meters from the platform to the square of the department store, but it took Ma Shengli a full thirty minutes, he walked breathlessly, sweating profusely, and when he came to the square, he almost didn't even have the strength to stand. He threw the foam box on the floor and sat on it. He thought that if he used the begging method just now, it was estimated that it would not work in this place, and it was necessary to find another way and find another trick.

It is not difficult to think of high tricks, but whether they can be practical or not remains to be further tested in practice. He remembered a scene he had seen on television about a performance artist who deliberately came to the street to beg in order to test the compassion of the world. His way of begging was different, except that he wrote a line of words on the ground with chalk, saying: I am hungry and need one yuan to buy steamed buns to eat. Then he sat on the ground, put his hands around his legs, and put his head on his knees and waited. As for the result of this father's later begging, he can't remember it clearly.

Right! Let's try it this way. But where to find chalk? His eyes began to search for the ground, and not far ahead, he saw a small red tile, which might as well be used instead of chalk. He got up and crawled over, picked up the tile, and scratched it the concrete floor, and the handwriting was clear, and it was really good. He turned around, picked up the foam box he was sitting on, and sat down in the center of the square, where he had to enter and exit the department store, and which could easily attract the attention of passers-by. He neatly wrote the sentence written by the original performance artist on the floor tiles in front of him, and creatively added three big exclamation marks to the end of the line, and then followed the posture of the performance artist that day, sat there with his knees folded in contemplation, quietly waiting for the compassionate citizens of N City to give alms.

Time passed minute by minute, and a pair of shoes of different colors under my nose were shuttling back and forth. There are leather shoes, and there are cloth shoes; There are sneakers, and there are sneakers. Occasionally, one or two pairs of shoes stopped in front of Ma Shengli and did not move, but most of these people did not want to appreciate Ma Shengli's calligraphy, but only left after appreciating the meaning of the handwriting on the ground, they neither spoke nor left any money, which made Ma Shengli's hopes come to naught again and again, he felt very disappointed and aggrieved, because he clearly knew that he was not a performance artist, but a person who really hoped to get one or two buns to fill his stomach. Alas! Why is the world so unkind?

The smell of fried meat skewers at the food stalls on one side of the square was carried by the nasty southeast wind from time to time, and it penetrated his nostrils, causing his stomach to stir like a river and a sea. Those who are able to be pure in the face of temptation are strong-willed people. Ma Shengli didn't know if it was wise to put himself in a position full of temptations all around. He raised his head, his eyes looked in the direction where the fragrance wafted from, the front of the food stall was full of people, from time to time someone squeezed out of the pile of people holding meat skewers, they walked and ate at the same time, that kind of relish look, so that the expression of Ma Shengli who was watching from the side also became rich, and his eyes were drawn on the meat skewers like a magnet.

A girl came out of the crack in the surrounding people, holding a large handful of meat skewers in her hand, first looking in the direction where Ma Shengli was sitting, and then walked over on her legs. She ate the meat skewers very neatly, and sent the meat skewers between the two front teeth, and with a slight twist of her head, the meat on the meat skewers was gone, leaving only thin white sticks. The speed at which she eats meat skewers can be measured in seconds, and it is not difficult to see that she is an expert in eating this type of food. She was about to enter the department store, but after seeing the line in front of Ma Shengli, she stopped. She leaned down, and after understanding the meaning of the words, she asked Ma Shengli: "I don't see you like a beggar." Are you performing here? ”

The girl is in her teens, and she looks weirdly good-looking. Ma Shengli couldn't understand what the girl said, just stared at the meat skewer in her hand, his eyes showed a greedy appetite, and the Adam's apple under his chin also slid uncontrollably. Seeing that he did not answer, the girl guessed that he was either a mute or a foreigner, so she asked him again in Mandarin what he meant the same thing. This time, Ma Shengli understood, withdrew his gaffe eyes, and said to the girl with a red face: "I was stolen by a thief." ”

"I don't believe it." The girl shook her head and said, "Your reason is not new at all, everyone who comes out to beg will find a similar excuse, they either say that they have been stolen, or that they have been robbed, or that their hometown has been plagued, or that someone in the family is seriously ill." You, it's better to lie to the ghost! ”

"What I said is true!"

"Really? I don't think you should pretend to be here. The girl looked disdainful, and then said: "I have heard people say that you beggars pretend to be pitiful during the day to win the sympathy of well-wishers, and at night you eat and drink spicy food, and go to the restaurant and stay in the hotel. What's even more infuriating is that in the restaurant, you still point to the food on the table and say, this is the grandson of so-and-so honoring me; In the hotel, you will point to the soft bed and say, "This is the granddaughter of so-and-so honoring me." You people are so immoral, you are parasites for nothing. ”

The girl's words pierced Ma Shengli's heart like a needle, and he was aggrieved and angry. I thought to myself, Ma Shengli, is this recruiting you or provoking you? If you don't give something to eat, forget it, and scold people for no reason. If it was left in normal times, Ma Shengli would not hesitate to rush up and slap her a few big mouths, but he really didn't even have the strength to hit people at the moment.

While talking to the girl, several older people gathered around. Chinese people have always had a tradition of watching lively, and the citizens of N City are no exception. After listening to the girl's words, one of the old ladies scratched her nose at Ma Shengli. Ma Shengli originally had a high fever, and his face was very red, and when he saw that the old lady also came to shame herself, her face suddenly became a pig's liver, and she wished that there was a crack in the ground to get into it immediately. He estimated that he would not get any charity from these people, so he replied to the girl angrily: "Believe it or not!" He bowed his head and said no more.

The girl was amused when she saw that he was angry, and she did not expect the beggar to have a temper, which made her believe Ma Shengli's words a little. She handed the meat skewer in her hand in front of Ma Shengli and said, "Give!" This girl's appetite is not very good today, so I will reward you with these meat skewers! ”

Ma Shengli raised his head, his eyes were suddenly full of gratitude, he said "thank you" to the girl, and reached out to pick up the meat skewers handed by the girl. As his hand was about to touch the skewer, the girl suddenly withdrew her outstretched hand. With a hesitant expression on her face, she smiled slightly apologetically and said to Ma Shengli: "I think it's better to forget it!" I don't want to be somebody else's granddaughter. With that, she turned around and threw the skewer into the trash can in the middle of the square in front of Ma Shengli.

Ma Shengli's hand to pick up the meat skewers stopped in mid-air, and he couldn't help but feel ashamed and annoyed as he watched the delicious food disappear in front of his eyes in a blink of an eye. the craving for food, the humiliation of being teased; Helplessness, resentment, welled up in his heart together, and tears flowed down his cheeks silently. From morning to evening, sitting until the department store closed, sitting in front of the door and snubbing Kurama, Ma Shengli did not ask for a penny in front of him.

In addition to hunger, it is still hunger.

The night was solemn, the cold was rising, and Ma Shengli's legs were numb after sitting for a day. He wanted to stand up and move his body, but he tried to hold it up several times, but he couldn't do it. Hunger made him weak, lightheaded, dazed, and confused. At night, N City is like a huge cemetery, and in the distance, the street lamps flicker on and off, appearing erratic, and glowing like ghost fires; The occasional passer-by or two passed by silently like ghosts, and these passers-by disappeared into every corner of the city with their hearts in their hearts. Ma Shengli felt unprecedented loneliness, and faintly felt that there seemed to be something trying to peel off his body, this thing was like gas but not gas, fluttering, fluttering, fluttering, it took its body to the sky, rose to a certain height and stopped.

Hey! How can there be a person lying on the ground? This person looks like he is already dying, why is no one caring and no one asking? Oh, seeing that the clothes on this person's body are so familiar, it seems that he has seen them somewhere, why can't he remember them? By the way, isn't this person's name Ma Shengli? What is he doing lying on the ground alone at such a late hour? He's not going to die, is he? Ma Shengli, Ma Shengli, how is the name so familiar? Alas! His name is Ma Shengli, so what's my name? Who am I? Why am I here? That's not right! Isn't my name Ma Shengli? Then the person lying on the ground is myself. Oh, my God! Am I supposed to be dead? I have a wife, I have a wife, I have an innocent and lively daughter, how can I die in this strange city? No, I must go back, H City is my home!

Ma Shengli woke up, he sat up with difficulty, and the whole square was left with only himself, alone, like a dream. He couldn't figure out what kind of state he was in now, whether he was dead or alive. The subconscious mind is leading his thinking, and in the chaotic state, it is sometimes clear, sometimes vague. Whether to live or to die is a question that must be understood, because it is related to the choice of what to do next! It shouldn't be too difficult to prove this problem, as if I've heard people say that ghosts have no shadows, so don't you know if you look behind you? Ma Shengli turned his head, glanced behind him, and saw that the street lamp had pulled his shadow long, so he said that he was still alive and not a ghost. So where am I now? Why did I become like this?

The fear of dying brought Ma back to reality, and his body immediately became excited. I can't die! I want to eat! I want to go home! He crawled to the trash can in front of him like crazy, reached into the bucket and took out something, one left, one right, and cleaned the trash can. By the dim light, he began to search the garbage heap for all the food to eat, and he found the lamb skewers that the girl had discarded during the day, the uneaten pits that the passers-by had thrown inside, and several different sweet and sour drink bottles that had not been drunk. He didn't care about the cleanliness of the food, but he just stuffed it into his mouth desperately, and almost choked on it several times. After eating one trash can, he rushed to the next trash can, and ate the edible food in three trash cans in a row, and he felt much better in his stomach and regained a lot of consciousness. Looking at the mess of garbage on the ground, Ma Shengli cried, hugged the garbage can and cried "whining", crying heartbreakingly.

Strange to say, garbage also seems to have a miraculous effect, and when he woke up on the morning of the third day, Ma Shengli found that his head didn't hurt anymore. The first thing on his mind that day was to go home, hurry home. It would be better to die at the hands of a loan shark than to die alone in Province Z, which would be too unclear. But it takes a lot of money to get home, where does the money come from?

Fortunately, there is no endless road. Ma Shengli has a precedent for eating garbage for the first time, he thinks that the problem of eating and drinking is not to worry about for the time being, N City is so big, there are garbage cans, and where there are garbage cans, there will be food, and the food is rich in variety, there is always a kind of expectation, so that you can't figure out what delicious food will be taken out next time. Not only did he not have to worry about eating and drinking, Ma Shengli even improved the place where he lived, when he was wandering around, he picked up a large cardboard box, he folded it up and carried it on his back during the day, and sometimes spread it on the ground as a mat, and at night he let it go, climbed into it as a bed to sleep, or settled under the eaves of the public house, or spent the night in the bridge and hole in the city, the wind did not hit the head, the rain did not hit the face, and he survived day by day.

The trash can is a product of urban civilization, which not only carries the things abandoned by human society, but also records the history of the continuous development of each era. In different eras, the contents of the trash can are always different. Ma Shengli never thought that the trash can, which he disdained on weekdays, would become the savior of his life. Here he found something to eat and a way to get rich.

Ma Shengli is a person with a heart. Ever since he made up his mind to return home, he has been searching for his own way to make money, and in the trash can, he thinks he has found his own money. He found that some things called garbage can be sold for money, such as drink bottles that people discard, if they are collected and sent to the scrap yard, they can be sold for a penny. As long as you persevere and work hard, the cost of the road will definitely be just around the corner. If you're lucky, the extra money can be used to improve your life and make a tooth sacrifice or something.

The fare to go home is more than 50 yuan, which means that as long as you pick up more than 5,000 empty bottles, you can exchange for a return ticket. More than 5,000 bottles, which is really a big number! It seems necessary to build up the conviction to fight a protracted war. However, it is easy to imagine out of thin air, but it is far from being implemented in concrete terms. Ma Shengli is not the first to discover the secret hidden in the trash can. It was only after he thought he had found his way to make money that he realized that he wasn't the only one in the city looking at the trash cans. These people have been using garbage cans as their means of livelihood, not only during the day, but also late at night, and some people hunt for treasure with miner's lamps. It was raining lightly that night, and Ma Shengli couldn't sleep because it was too cold, so he sat under the eaves of the department store in a daze. Not far in front of him was the trash can where he had eaten the skewers for the first time, and he counted them all night to find that thirty-five people had been there. Oh, my God! Thirty-five people, one person in less than twenty minutes came to dig out the bucket, what a concept! It seems that I must devote myself to this battle for financial resources with a kind of enthusiasm for work that does not wait for me.

You're fast, there's always someone who's faster than you. The garbage cans in N City are scattered, although Ma Shengli is diligent and hardworking, more than ten days have passed, he has only saved a few yuan, and he is still far from making up enough money to go home! Ma Shengli himself felt that he was about to lose confidence.

It was a foggy morning, and Ma Shengli wandered unhurriedly down the street as usual, his eyes searching everywhere for pies that might fall from the sky. When he reached the door of the Agricultural Bank, he felt a little tired, so he sat down on the steps in front of the bank to rest. The banks were already open, men and women, walking in a hurry, and there were so many people coming in and out. Seeing these people, Ma Shengli remembered his 8,000 yuan, and he couldn't help but feel a burst of remorse in his heart, thinking about how happy these people who went in and out of the bank should be!

In the open space in front of the bank, there are a lot of cars parked, including bicycles and motorcycles. Suddenly, he saw a familiar model, a Yamaha motorcycle! He was too familiar with this kind of car, and if his original car hadn't been sold, the color would have been much newer than it. He looked at the car carefully, and the owner of the car seemed to be a Madahar like him, and even forgot to lock it. He vaguely remembered that he still had a spare key for a motorcycle in his pocket, and he forgot to give it to Hei San when he sold the car, so he reached out and touched his jacket pocket, and it was really still there! A bold plan was quickly born in his mind...... (To be continued.) )