The sky was a little dark, and the clouds were dense, as if a rain was about to fall.

It already rained last night, and it looks like it's going to rain again tonight, and it's going to rain even more.

There are already vendors on the streets who have begun to close their stalls, and pedestrians are also trying to rush home.

"Bao Guowei, there are rice cakes selling over there, do you want to eat them?"

Lao Bao asked Bao Guowei with a far-fetched smile on his face, in a casual tone.

Seeing that Bao Guowei was a little stunned, he just lowered his head and walked slowly, Lao Bao only thought that he was frightened by the female corpse just now, and hurriedly relieved:

"Guowei, are you scared, don't be afraid, it's not a big deal if someone dies."

"I'm not scared, I just think the woman who died is miserable, a little pitiful."

Wretched? Lao Bao was very puzzled in his heart, he didn't quite understand why Bao Guowei had such an idea.

Lao Bao's heart is actually a little deformed, and most of the people at the bottom of this era are a little deformed.

Lao Bao never has feelings similar to sympathy for strangers, because his own fate is difficult enough.

For decades, in this world, it has taken all the effort of Lao Bao to feed this ill-fated family, and where is the mood to sympathize with others.

The loss of broad empathy is a natural choice of society, just as an antelope that doesn't run fast enough will be eaten by predators, and a giraffe with a neck that isn't long enough will starve to death because it can't eat leaves.

The people at the bottom who will have empathy for strangers will not be able to survive in this era, and the so-called poor mountains and bad waters are better than human adaptation to the harsh living environment.

Although Lao Bao didn't understand why Bao Guowei had such an idea, he could see that Bao Guowei was sad, and he felt that he had to do something.

But I don't even understand why Guowei has such thoughts, so how can I help Guowei be happy?

Lao Bao thought as he walked, as if he had thought of something, and suddenly began to look around, looking around as he walked, sometimes standing on tiptoe and looking into the distance.

Suddenly, he saw that there seemed to be a vendor selling sugar gourds in front of him, and a glimmer of light flashed in Lao Bao's eyes.

Lao Bao first quickened his pace, and after confirming that it was a sugar gourd stall, he turned into a trot again, he took out the money from his pocket as he ran, and counted it while running.

Looking at Lao Bao's actions, Bao Guowei was a little puzzled, but after all, he didn't catch up, his mood was really not very good, and he didn't have much motivation to run again.

"I'll take a sugar gourd!"

Lao Bao put a few small copper dollars on the stall, quickly took down a string of sugar gourds, and ran back to Bao Guowei.

The vendor was stunned, how old are these people, how can they buy something like a child?

Lao Bao ran all the way over again, and almost knocked down a pedestrian, if it weren't for Lao Bao's cotton clothes are still new, and he still wears glasses, like a person with status, I'm afraid he would have scolded a long time ago.

ran to Bao Guowei, and Lao Bao handed him the string of sugar gourds.

"National ...... Guowei, let's eat a sugar gourd, the sugar gourd is sweet, and you can be happy after eating. ”

Lao Bao panted and said, this is a bit like coaxing a child, but Bao Guowei sounds a little familiar.

When he was a child, Bao Guowei loved to eat sugar gourds.

At that time, Bao Guowei had a bad temper, and he would cry when something didn't go his way, as long as he bought him a string of sugar gourds and licked the sweet sugar coating, he wouldn't cry anymore, and he would giggle.

But now Bao Guowei has grown up, and he is already a person who has studied and has the ability.

Even why Bao Guowei was sad, Lao Bao didn't understand, he didn't know what to do, so he could only buy him a string of sugar gourds like he did when he was a child.

Lao Bao hopes that Bao Guowei can still be happy after eating sugar gourds like when he was a child.

Bao Guowei stretched out his hand and took the string of sugar gourds: the red hawthorn was wrapped in a little brown sugar, and the small particles of hawthorn inside could sour people's cheeks ache just by looking at it.

Lao Bao saw Bao Guowei take the string of sugar gourds, and sweet oil was about to bubble up in his happy heart.

Bao Guowei took the string of sugar gourds and walked while eating, but his heart was a little heavy.

Even a big city like Gusu has become like this, what kind of life do people outside the city live?

Bao Guowei suddenly remembered the little foreman who had died of his father's mother, and remembered that his name was Suo Toad.

The last time I saw him, he was already a crazy little madman.

Later, Bao Guowei often wandered around the city, but he didn't see him again in the end, thinking that he was dead.

Maybe they were beaten to death in the streets, starved to death, and fell into the water......

All in all, there is no possibility of survival.

The corpse should have been dragged away and burned by the government soldiers, and if he was lucky, he might be taken out of the city and buried in a mass grave, and he could be accompanied by a few grave grasses, so that he would not die and be alone.

People like Guo Chun, who were born to be prosperous and wealthy, seem to live in two worlds with people like Suo Toad.

One is busy playing ball and picking up girls all day long, playing in the school, and there are servants waiting at home.

A struggle for life, his parents were run over by the wheels of the times, and he became a madman, and few people even knew how he died.

A person like Suo Toad, no matter how miserable his life is, there is no room for his pen and ink in the history books, and the traces of his existence only need to be lightly brushed by time before disappearing without a trace.

Even in contemporary times, how many people would care about his story? How many times will this story be repeated?

Sadly, in Gusu City, talents like Suo Toad are in the majority.

The small workers who worked hard at the dock never stopped, relying on competition to get a place, desperately trying to exchange for a low salary of two or three yuan a month.

The rickshaw driver squandered his blood and sweat on the mud floor in order to bring the family food.

For the sake of small profits, the street vendors get up early and stay late every day just to sell an extra thing, and they have to worry about paying protection money every day.

In order to learn a trade, the apprentice was called like a slave in front of the master, and even beaten to the flesh.

Prostitutes laughed in the green building and shed tears in the secret kiln.

The actors laughed on stage, and the contract workers who were bullied and lost their freedom offstage endured the oppression of their employers and were called by cattle and horses.

……

This is all what Bao Guowei has seen with his own eyes.

Bao Guowei didn't know what it was like outside the city, and people in the city rarely talked about life in the countryside, but occasionally heard someone say that the city is to earn a "life" and the outside of the city is to "earn a life".

Bao Guowei shook his head, feeling that he was too compassionate, but this era is like this, what can he do?

I don't owe anyone anything, this era is like this, just live your own life.

This era is like this, just live your own life, Bao Guowei said to himself repeatedly.

The ingredients for this sugar gourd are really not good, I can only eat the sugar coating outside, the hawthorn inside is too sour, and after eating a few more bites, Bao Guowei feels that his tears are going to be soured.

Bao Guowei has always been a food saver, and he will eat even the most unpalatable food, but the hawthorn of this sugar gourd is too sour.

The sugar gourd was quietly thrown to the ground by Bao Guowei, and the gourd skewers rolled on the ground a few times, covered with gravel.

It happened that a few beggars on the side of the road saw it, and climbed over to grab it, and the string of sugar gourds stained with grit entered the stomachs of several people in a few seconds.