Professor Yang was murdered by members of Samsara who was a master of physics, head of the Department of Physics at Jingjiang University, and a direct professor of Ye Yanyan.

No, Ye Yanyan could only flee the campus and live in the countryside. There I met Li Hui, who grew up alone in the garbage dump, and Wang Xiaojun, a bad middle school boy who lived on the street and didn't know what his home was.

As the end of the year approached, the seven-year-old kid who had sold out of scrap and Ye Yanyan, who had just finished doing odd jobs, gathered at the agreed place, thinking that the year was coming to an end, he took out the few banknotes he had, planning to buy some delicious food to treat his younger brother.

On the way back, I met Wang Xiaojun, who was beaten by the shopkeeper for stealing things, and there was a holiday between the two, Wang Xiaojun often bullied the children in this area, charging protection money, and Li Hui was bullied by him. However, Ye Yanyan still stepped forward to persuade and was willing to pay the money for the stolen items, and the boss was not unreasonable, he took the money and left, without entanglement. In this way, the surplus money that is not rich is stretched, let alone going to the fly house to eat something hot, and it is difficult to even get a place to put your feet tonight.

The three of them walked dejectedly, their noses fluttered, they smelled the fragrance of food, followed the smell, under the dim street lamp, a wrinkled old woman was cleaning up the stall, in fact, there was nothing to clean up, she pushed a dilapidated three-wheeler, on which there was a stove, a bucket of hot noodles, a wooden board, on which were placed all kinds of seasonings and plastic boxes, and the front of the car was crooked with two lines of big characters: rice noodles, hot noodles. A bowl of five horses.

She is sweeping the garbage with a bald broom, most of the garbage is not hers at all, but left after the stall next door is closed, her eyes are a little dazzled, the light is dim, she can't see clearly, she can only slowly clean up little by little, most of them are touched by hand, to pick up, because she can't see, can only rely on the sense of touch to deal with the missing objects. For this reason, the filth of the soup water got on his hands.

"Grandma, do you still sell rice noodles?" Ye Yanyan went up and asked softly, the old man's ears were a little back, and he repeated it loudly.

"Yes, the fire is still on, so I'll give it to you." The old man shuddered and returned to the stall, wiped his hands with a towel and began to go down.

Ye Yanyan frowned, but didn't say anything, the two children also came out bitterly, they were not picky about food, and they didn't pay attention to hygiene.

They found a small plastic bench and sat down, and after a while, the rice noodles were scalded, and a large spoonful of meat sauce was poured on top of the green green onions.

The two children were probably hungry, and they couldn't care about the heat when they were snoring, so they ate it.

The old man looked at them from behind, his face kind.

There are a lot of rice noodles, and the plastic bowl can't be put down, Ye Yanyan knows that the old man has given too much, and he is afraid that they will not be able to eat enough, so he roughly calculated, five yuan a bowl of rice noodles, the cost is more than three yuan, especially the full spoonful of meat sauce, looking at the clean appearance near the old man, he knows that there are many people, and it is estimated that he will not earn thirty or forty in a day.

Ye Yanyan picked up a chopstick, put it in his mouth and chewed it carefully, the rice noodles were scalded just right, not old or pasty, the materials were solid, the chewiness was very strong, the soup was delicious, and the meat sauce was even more flavorful, which made people want to eat it.

It's hard to imagine that such a craft can't greet guests, and looking at the bare tricycle, he seems to understand something.

"Children, it's so late, aren't you going home yet? It's time for parents to be in a hurry. The old man smiled and carried the last few items into the car, and waved his hand in the face of the crumpled banknotes and fragmentary coins handed over by Ye Yanyan, and said, "This meal, grandma invited you, go home quickly after eating." As he spoke, a man pushed the tricycle hard and walked deeper into the alley.

The lights stretched the old man's figure to the old man, and she staggered, and the old car squeaked and made all kinds of noises, like an old ploughing ox, following the same old owner home.

I don't know why, the fragment of "Alive" flashed in my mind, the protagonist Fugui followed the same old farming cattle to rely on each other, the old and rich are still alive, as if after being constantly whipped by life, they are more free and strong than in the past.

But the old man is different, there is no such free and easy, strong is still that strong, but more, purely alive, and just - alive.

There was a long uphill in front, the old man got off the car, struggling to push the car, at the moment only some light objects of the car seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, in fact, the weight was not the car, but the old man's old body.

Every step of her was difficult, fine beads of sweat overflowed on her head, at night in winter, the weather was very cold, and the breath she drank turned into a misty string, and the old man was dressed very thickly, all of which were old clothes that had been washed and whited, and there were white, light and fluttering things falling from the sky, stretching out the palm of his hand and catching it, turning into a little water stain in the palm of his hand.

- It's snowing.

Suddenly, the car was light, and the old man's steps became brisk, she turned her head and looked back, it was the three children who had just eaten noodles, only to see them pushing the cart and grinning at her.

With the help of the children, this section of the road became cheerful, the little guy scurried back and forth, singing nursery rhymes in his mouth, jumping in front to lead the way, Ye Yanyan and the young man pushed the car left and right, like a left and right protector, and the old man rode in front.

The journey home was long, but in song, it was short.

The old man's home is in a shanty town, just a few hundred meters away from the garbage dump, which is very close.

A small, low bungalow with a small kitchen made of asbestos tiles outside.

The trembling hand opened the door lock, a musty smell came to the face, because the sunlight was blocked, the home was naturally dark and damp, the furnishings in the home were so simple that they could only be described as pale, the three-square-meter bedroom was lonely, there was only one bed, the bed was covered with patched blue printed sheets, the living room was a large table, cupboards, and there was nothing left.

"Thank you, children, but it's almost twelve o'clock, you should go back quickly, parents should be in a hurry." The old man said worriedly.

"I don't have a home," Ash muttered, "I live with my brother in the garbage dump next to me, in a sleeping car. ”

The old man was dumbfounded, Ye Yanyan hurriedly explained, the old man looked at the three children in front of him, and sighed heavily.

"Then you can't go to school?" The old man's eyes were full of anxiety.

The young Wang Xiaojun said nonsense indifferently: "What's so good about learning, it's not that material, when Ma Zhen graduates next year, I will take my brothers to dominate the third middle school, and then wrestle with Tang Xiaobao the year after tomorrow, and strive to win West Street, collect protection money in the future, smoke and drink to soak horses, not to mention how comfortable." ”

Ye Yanyan went up and slapped the back of his head, and Wang Xiaojun covered his head and glared at him.

"Do you think that in the sixties and seventies, it was okay to be brave and ruthless, but with the sound of social laws and the popularization of the law among the whole people, the underworld was still as easy to mix as before? Do you have a backer? You have to enter the bureau with a phone call from others, locked up for seventeen or eighteen years, and when you come out, you are middle-aged, you have no wife or children, and the prisoners can't even find a job, are you picking up rags or being a thief? ”

"You don't understand, entering the prison is a qualification, and the bigwigs on the road have all gone in, and only when they come out can they really be talkers." Wang Xiaojun said with his head held high.

"I only know that the essence of society is that people go to tea and cool, and when you come out, your little brother is scattered, who still recognizes you, and still grabs land with others, do you know a word? Cutting off people's wealth is like killing your parents, others call dozens of people to cut you, how many have you beaten? Well, even if you are lucky enough to sit in the position of boss, let me ask you, how to implement the management of the community? How is the money distributed? How does the police department get in touch? How does the Industrial and Commercial Bureau deal with it? What to do if you hurt someone? How to exploit legal loopholes? How can the brothers be appeased? My subordinates want to step on your head, how can I prevent it? There are also all kinds of people who are sophisticated, ushering in? Ye Yanyan asked chatteringly.

Wang Xiaojun was stunned, in his heart, the young man's hot-blooded rivers and lakes, fresh clothes and angry horses, happy and revenge.

"The rivers and lakes are not fighting and killing, the rivers and lakes are sophisticated, Zhang Zuolin laid down the country, his son lost it, why, because he is the same as you, he takes it for granted, the real society is 10,000 times more complicated than you think." Ye Yan's words were serious.

"What then?" The young man's newly ignited blood was poured down by a basin of cold water.

"If you want to learn, I can teach you." The corners of Ye Yanyan's mouth turned up slightly.

Sending the two children out to play, the old man pulled Ye Yanyan aside, "Yanyan, you are an adult, you have more knowledge and experience than grandma, grandma will ask you for one thing." ”

"Grandma, you say."

"Don't let the tragedy of grandma repeat itself in them, they are still young, they don't understand, they still have a long way to live, don't plant it at the starting point, if you want to climb in the future, you can't get up." As he spoke, he shuddered and took out a small book wrapped in red cloth from his arms, which was an old-fashioned passbook.

"Grandma still has some money here, you take it, pay their tuition fees, and buy stationery," the old man's vicissitudes of life hidden too much sad past, she patted the back of his hand hard, and continued to tell him, "The child is still young, you must study, don't follow the old path of the old woman, you must study." ”

Flipping through the passbook, there are more than 10,000 marangs in it, this is the old man's lifelong savings, for the people who meet in Pingshui, he gave everything without reservation, and for a moment, Ye Yanyan's eyes were red, and tears flooded inside.

——What hits people's hearts in this world is the unpretentious simplicity that comes to their faces.

Rao is today, the past piles and piles, it seems that there is no blur in the memory, and I can still clearly recall Grandma Li's face full of ravines and innocent smile.

Grandma Li has no children and no daughters, wandering for half a life, at the last moment of her life, several fireflies washed down by the torrent of the times, exuding a faint light from each other, warming each other.

"I really want to eat another bite of Grandma Li's hot noodles," Li Hui said.

Now he is over 30 years old, and he also has a high status in this world, and when he travels around the world for official business or travel, he has also seen or eaten all kinds of delicious local specialty noodles, but like Grandma Li, he can no longer eat them. In the past, he wandered around every city to look for the city's fly alleys, and searched for the down-and-out stalls set up by the elderly aunts and uncles, but the taste of the past was never tasted again, and it was the best noodles he had eaten in the world. It's not that the soup is delicious, it's not the strength of the noodles, but the great love of the world is condensed in this bowl of noodles.