Grunt, squeak.

Boom!

The sound of drinking porridge and putting down empty bowls has been going on at the small porridge stall.

In front of the beggar were several empty bowls, and the clay-colored bowls still had some white stains of paste. He drank more than that, but as his porridge slowed down, the stall owner was able to wash two dirty dishes in his free stall.

Two unusual flushes appeared on his cheeks, and sweat was all over the beggar's forehead.

Sips, sipping the porridge in his hand little by little, the beggar has long since ceased to be the way he first looked. Even chewing the rice grains in his mouth looked painful, and after successive small sips of porridge, the beggar would frown, suck hard, and then force some from the edge of his mouth, and swallow the rest in one gulp, with occasional gaging sounds.

The stall owner was relaxed, a large pot of porridge that could not be sold this morning had already drunk most of it, and the silver had been earned.

From the small jar, I dialed some fried capers, two cocoons, and the stall owner put a small plate next to the beggar, and the person was not in a hurry, and sat down on the side.

Jiujin, who was sitting on the pony, looked at the two people who had already started chatting, and the brows behind the mask were furrowed.

Damn it!

Why can't this damn beggar drink?!

Two or three strands of hair hung messily on both sides, pressed against the mask of the whiteboard, and two fake eyes hidden in the hair, staring at the beggar who was slowly drinking porridge.

The eyes are as round as longan's longan, and the color is bright and densely covered with blood......

Look into the black pupils,

There's a guy in there who is taking a sip of porridge,

A little reflection of the past,

The man who drinks porridge in the black eyes,

He began to swallow the white porridge in his hand.

His eyes were bulging, he kept holding the bowl in one hand, and he was holding his stomach with the other hand, and his mouth was still whining... Woo.... sounds.

It can be seen that the beggar just now is already in a state where he can no longer eat. At this time, looking at his appearance, the stall owner felt a little puzzled in his heart.

But after asking two questions, the person who drank porridge only whined and whined, but his hands kept moving.

Then he could only continue to refill him, and reluctantly stood up and walked to the small crucible, picked up the long spoon and stirred up the somewhat sticky porridge paste in the pot.

Jiujin stood up at this time, silently walked to the stall owner's side, shook the silver in his sleeve on the other party's stall, and dropped a sentence that made the other party scratch his head,

"You won. ”

Then, no longer paying attention to the stall owner who was about to speak with his mouth open, he turned and walked in the other direction where the crowd was crowding.

Boom!

"Why did he fall all of a sudden?"

The rotten beggar has not eaten enough, and he has eaten himself unconscious. ”

"Hahahaha!"

"He... It seems to be out of breath......"

"No......"

“......”

The golden sunlight flipped and refracted in the air, and then slanted into the second floor of the restaurant through the carved wood. From this particular angle, you can see this ray of colored sunlight through the shadows behind.

With one leg bent, one hand on his knees, wearing a black robe, leaning against the wall, Han Qiufen, who was guarding for the scholars in the room, couldn't help but feel a little sleepy.

He leaned his head against the protruding wooden frame behind him, and looked softly at the oblique sunlight in front of him, and the tiny dust that was constantly fluttering inside, out of nowhere.

Smelling the wisp of woody fragrance that slowly appeared after being exposed to the sun, the autumn equinox slowly closed his eyes, the corners of his mouth also brought a comfortable smile, and the palm on his knee kept shaking and patting gently.

.......

The sunlight did not shine into the house, in the dark room, the robe behind the scholar was already soaked, kneeling on the ground, the blood vessels on both sides of his eyes were bursting out, and at this time, in his ears, a strange nursery rhyme was like a reminder and a temptation...... Over and over again, constantly changing the tune, changing the weird,

There are seams in the cage, and there are seams in the air,

The birds that can't be stopped,

Want to run out......

The sky wept, and the ground slippery,

It was that dawn of the night

Even the white crane and the turtle fell,

Don't get up yet,

Turn your head and you'll find that

Who is standing behind you?

The masks scattered all over the place fell into fear, the expressions on his face kept changing with the masks, and the scholar's body remained motionless, he had forgotten the purpose of coming to this room.

Outside the house separated by a wall, the sunlight seems to pass through time, rich and relaxed.

No one, quiet corridors,

Dust billowing and flying in the air,

The wood has the smell of sunshine,

In the corridor on the second floor of this small restaurant, Han Qiufen found his inner comfort, and even the energy that was constantly circulating in his body became much happier with the change of mood.

In this restaurant,

There are two worlds,

There is a wall in between......