Time was still passing, and the pedestrians in the bazaar were gradually dispersing. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Bao'er, Bao'er......"

A faint voice sounded, and Zhuo Yifan looked around, but he didn't see anyone standing.

"Bao'er, Bao'er......" The voice sounded again.

Zhuo Yifan looked around again, only to find that the old beggar was crawling on the ground to his side, his face was covered with blood, the clothes under his stomach had been worn to shreds, but there was a forced smile on his face.

He struggled to crawl forward, his hands firmly on the ground, and his neck struggled to lean back, as if he was holding on to prevent his neck from touching the ground.

After a while, he crawled to Zhuo Yifan's side.

"Bao'er, what do you think I've brought?" he said with a smile.

Zhuo Yifan took a serious look at him, and found that his two knees had been worn out to blood, and his hands were even more rotten, and the clothes on his body were all in tatters if they touched the ground.

It can be seen that he crawled hard, which is why it took so long.

"What's wrong with your legs, why can't you stand up?" Looking at the old beggar who was trembling and dying, Zhuo Yifan's face was full of horror.

"Bao'er, Daddy stole this for you!" he said as he struggled to pull out four hard-boiled eggs from his arms, the shells of which had been stained red with blood from his hands.

The old beggar became more and more reluctant to speak, his body was very stiff, and he sent a few eggs towards Zhuo Yifan's arms, covering them with rags.

"Bao'er, look, there's this!" said the old beggar stretched his neck in front of Zhuo Yifan, and urged anxiously: "Take off the collar, take it off quickly." ”

Zhuo Yifan couldn't help but be stunned, he quickly reached out and pulled off the brand-new collar around his neck.

It turned out that the collar was put on the padded jacket alone, and when the old beggar left, Zhuo Yifan saw that he didn't have this brand new collar, could it be that he stole it too?

As soon as Zhuo Yifan's hand touched the collar, he smelled a thick smell of egg soup on it, which was very fragrant. Strangely, the collar was wet, and juice was dripping from his hand.

Zhuo Yifan hurriedly caught the egg soup that kept dripping down with his mouth, and with a little force, a lot of egg soup came out.

At this moment, Zhuo Yifan understood that the old beggar should have stolen the brand-new collar first, and when the collar was sewn, it was full of brand-new cotton wool. After that, I came to a restaurant, and while the guy was not paying attention, I put the collar cotton wool in the egg soup pot and soaked it vigorously, so that I could bring out a lot of egg soup. And took the opportunity to steal a few eggs and hid them in the pocket in his arms.

In the end, he was discovered, and then he was beaten alive and couldn't stand up, so to speak, he was dying. Zhuo Yifan can even imagine that when he was beaten, he didn't care about life or death, desperately protecting the collar cotton wool dipped in egg soup, as well as the four eggs.

was originally a beggar, and he stole other people's things, and ruined a pot of soup for other people, so he didn't blame until he beat the old beggar to death.

And the old beggar climbed back for the sake of his "son" Bao'er, who held on to such a long distance.

Looking at the old beggar who kept kicking his legs and rolling his eyes, Zhuo Yifan's heartache was unbearable at this time, and tears began to drip down.

The old beggar squeezed out a few smiles on his face at this time, his breathing became more and more difficult, and he stretched out his hand to touch Zhuo Yifan's face, but his hand suddenly stopped in mid-air, and then fell down heavily, and his head was deviated and he no longer moved.

Zhuo Yifan tried his snort and found that he was no longer breathing.

When the sun was waning, on the cold street, the whistling north wind was blowing, and under the eaves of the porch, Zhuo Yifan, who was tied up by iron chains, could no longer hold back his tears, and whimpered and cried.

But the brand-new collar was still dripping with soup, Zhuo Yifan quickly stopped crying, put it to his mouth, and kept sucking the egg soup in the cotton wool of the collar.

Since it is a cotton reservoir, there is really a lot of egg soup in it. He didn't want to waste a single drop, which the old beggar had bought with his life.

Although the mentally deranged old beggar mistakes himself for his son and thus risks his life to intercede for himself when he is beaten, he ends up losing his life for the sake of his "son".

Zhuo Yifan's tears at this time were difficult to stop, he was not sad for his ill-fated fate, but crying for such fiery emotions in the world. Since he was wiped out, all he feels is a cold entanglement of interests, his resentful and dull heart is constantly stuffed, the so-called family affection, the so-called love, and the so-called friendship are all rootless trees and sourceless water.

However, the old beggar's actions aroused the goodness that was already in his heart, and although it was dusted for external reasons, it was stirred up at this moment. Together with the teachings of Zen Master Huiyuan in Bodhi Temple, there is still a moment of soberness in the softness of the heart.

Night slowly fell, and the huge black curtain made Zhuo Yifan feel unable to breathe, it was like an old demon hiding in the depths of the mountains, looking down on Zhuo Yifan's every move, which made him extremely depressed.

He also had four eggs in his hand, which the old beggar had climbed for an unknown amount of time to bring them back after he had been beaten for an unknown amount of time and could not stand on his feet.

Zhuo Yifan held them, as if he was holding his head, his hands and feet, and his heart, which he cherished very much.

Mixed with the dark night, accompanied by the whistling north wind, and the cold and stiff corpse of the old beggar, Zhuo Yifan ate a few eggs little by little. With more sobbing company, the chewing of the eggs is more powerful, and with the addition of tears, the taste of the eggs is more delicious.

And the cotton wool on the new collar, which had been squeezed dry by him, and he felt that there should be enough bowl of egg soup.

These things were his life-saving food for days, and they were life-saving things in the face of blood and flesh pain. Without them, I probably wouldn't have survived tonight.

The night had completely fallen, the entire sky was even darker, and Zhuo Yifan felt the smell of blood everywhere. In the haze of tears, he choked on the corpse of the old beggar.

He found that the market at night was still very lively, people came and went, traffic was busy, people were talking and laughing, but these people were not the clothes they saw during the day, but they were all dressed in white, wearing white shoes, wearing white scarves, wearing linen and filial piety, and mourning and joy.

They are dead!

In an extremely sad moment, Zhuo Yifan actually saw these dead people rushing to the market in the lively market. They talked and laughed, without the slightest sorrow of death, and there was no terrifying atmosphere of the underworld.

In these crowds, Zhuo Yifan saw a person crawling on the ground with difficulty, he was covered in blood, his body was shaking with difficulty, he was covered in tattered clothes, but he stubbornly raised his head, because there was a brand new collar on his neck, and it kept dripping water.