In the plum garden outside Taojiang City, there is an old man who looks at the garden, skinny, white-haired, old, as if he can't wake up, if someone sees it, he will always think that this old man will be dazzled behind his ears and eyes, and he will say goodbye to this sparse world at any time. On the old man's hat and clothes, there were many snow flakes inadvertently, snow piled on his clothes, and traces of road scraping by plum branches.

He seemed to be humming something, so small that only he could hear it. Babbling, cold and unusual. This kind of tone can only be hummed by those who have gone through vicissitudes. Every time I hear it, there is always a feeling of enlightenment and soberness in the world, like a certain kind of mystical sound from outside the world.

This dreary world doesn't seem to deserve his nostalgia, nor does it deserve to let him indulge or entangle in it...... He has his own reasoning.

The old man's robe was hung with a flask containing plum wine made in the old years. I'm afraid I won't be able to harvest plums this year, and I won't be able to make plum wine. Even if the plums are harvested, who would dare to use this year's plums to make wine? The old man shook his head helplessly.

Strangely, the old man seemed to be not afraid of the cold, and shuttled through the garden wearing only thin clothes. The old man's eyebrows stared at the large expanse of falling snow, as if he wanted to see something in the snow. When the old man saw the great snow, it was as if he heard the cry of a child, the sorrow of a woman, and the toiling of a servant...... These griefs, which had nothing to do with him, turned into poisonous hooks one after another, tearing through the veil of isolation that had wrapped him for many years.

It turns out that when disaster comes, the whole world is guilty.

Did he ever have a family of his own? Did he have a wife? Did he have children? Did he have parents? No one knew, and no one cared about what kind of joys and sorrows this lonely old man had. Even he himself forgot.

People are always in the early morning, in the afternoon, in the evening...... Seeing this kind of person, then thinking of many, many things. In the end, who is really so lonely? The bustle of the world is always separated from the loneliness.

The original broken, lonely people...... Always in the majority. But all people tend to focus on those lively and cheerful things, and everyone yearns for perfection. All neglected lives are fragile and vivid, but few people will look at these lives with their own eyes. No one wants people to look at their broken parts, and people tend to hide and whitewash their pain, and see these unbearable things as shameful.

Man has two skins. Luckily, there are two skins.

Pity for the poor and the weak is a gimmick and a weapon in the eyes of some, and an outdated word in the eyes of others. No one really cares about the sorrow of others.

Even this season, I don't care about these old and frail lives. There are often elderly people who die in the changing seasons, and there are often children who freeze to death and starve to death in times of disaster. However, the seasons are still changing mercilessly. Rich and poor, happy or sad, young and old...... They are all experiencing the same thing—eternal order and momentary impermanence.

It's late summer and early autumn, and the flowers in the plum garden outside the city are blooming all over. This flower, like the snow in the garden, made the old man's heart sink upside down.

"The world is out of order, and so is time. The old man muttered. Where is the big summer, for no reason, when it snows? He said indiscriminately: "It's messy, it's messy." Those who are last will be first, and those who are first will be last...... The time sequence is reversed, and the situation is changing!"

The clouds in the sky, a few flickering, had already shone a few rays of light down on a few plum trees in the plum garden. The plum trees shook sparsely, like a person stretching their muscles, and the branches and leaves were sparsely falling, and a large number of plum blossoms fell.

The outline of Mt. Plum Ginger at the back of the plum garden can also be seen clearly in the light that shines through the clouds.

At this moment, a drunken man staggered up to the old man, as if he was going to beat someone. He saw an obstacle in front of him, and he was annoyed, grabbed the old man's collar and dragged him in front of him. The cloudy smell of wine blew on the old man's face, which only made people sick to their stomachs.

"It's me, it's me. The old man hurriedly made a voice to inform him, but he threw him to the ground with the next move, and threw out his brain, "Hong Su, Hong Su, you can wake up! You don't even know me anymore! Look at how drunk you look." ”

"Oh, it's the old man Purple Cow......? How...... And here, I'm almost going to ...... you. Treat you like one of those little people you don't know...... Just, I beat it. "Hong Su is still drunk, but the general will recognize who he is. is still unconscious, and his voice is hazy. Since he recognized it as an acquaintance in his heart, he slowly let go of his hand and put the purple cow down.

"I'm not in this garden, where am I? Go home quickly, don't freeze to death outside." The old man said.

"Wow, uh-huh, old man, why don't you ...... What about going back? You're out there, and you're not freezing to death. I see, old man, you must not have eaten yet. So, you haven't woken up yet! Hahaha! You can't do this, catch up with Ming'er...... Uh-huh...... Catch up Ming'er, I'll take you to eat and drink!!" Hong Su said drunkenly.

"Go back quickly. Your daughter-in-law is still waiting for you at home. Purple Cow said helplessly.

"You, you're lying to me again. How can I have a daughter-in-law? Whose daughter-in-law is, how can I have a daughter-in-law? My daughter-in-law ran away with someone. Hong Su laughed, laughed and cried again, and as soon as the tears came out of his eyes, he was frozen cold. When Ziniu saw Hong Su like this, his heart softened. It was as if he saw in him the shadow of a brother from his youth. Purple Cow doesn't know how many years ago, it can be seen that the flowers are similar every year, and the people are different every year. Although people are different, what they have experienced is exactly the same.

"Hey, that's it. Who will leave you and run away?" Zi Niu said softly, and sighed again, looking at Hong Su's decadent appearance, he couldn't say anything about him...... After all, he is also an adult, and he gets drunk every day, and if he wants to talk about his heart, he is not bad, why do he spoil himself like this? He looks like a reckless man and a green forest all day long, like a villain.

"I, I, I'm here today...... Slept. I slept here. Hong Su lay down in the snow as he spoke, closed his eyes and fell asleep, his body curled up like a baby.

"This ......" Ziniu looked at him like this, and was speechless for a while.

The Su Yilou in Taojiang City is still playing "Widow Song", and those servants have been singing, as if it has nothing to do with the goose feathers and heavy snow outside the building.

Chapter 79 is out of order, and the lonely old man in the plum garden is finished