In the noisy hotel, a hand engraved with the rings of time slowly pushed open the glass door, and two old men supporting each other walked in with a body of wind and snow.

Dressed in tattered cotton jackets, tattered cotton shoes, and patched hats, they struggled to the table by the door.

The old woman closed her eyes and let her husband, a thin old man with a pitted old age spot on his face that looked like a map, and it made people laugh. The two leaned on each other silently and tacitly, and slowly sat down in their seats.

The wind through the hall brought up the unpleasant smell of the two of them, blowing into the restaurant, and for a while countless diners were talking, and one couple couldn't even stand it, they covered their noses and looked at them in disgust, got up and left the table, passed by the two and pushed the door with their heads raised and walked out.

"Where did the beggar come from, go elsewhere to ask for food!" The owner of the restaurant saw that many of his guests had put down their dishes and chopsticks, and he angrily slammed at the old man.

The thin old man grinned, he moistened his throat, and said hoarsely. "We're here to eat. ”

The shopkeeper looked at them suspiciously, and he said in a slightly calm tone. "What to order?"

The thin old man searched through his tattered padded jacket, and it took a long time to pull out five crumpled banknotes from his pocket.

He looked at the shopkeeper expectantly with the banknote in his hand, licked the corners of his mouth, and said astringently. "A bowl of noodles. ”

The shopkeeper laughed angrily at the five one-dollar bills that had been almost watermarked off and raised his voice. "There is no five-dollar noodles, go quickly!" he waved at the old man like a fly.

The old man was stunned when he heard this, and he said disappointedly. "How can there be no five-dollar meal? Obviously, a few years ago... It's okay if you don't want to marinate it..."

"No, no!" the shopkeeper looked at the two men impatiently. At this time, a young man next to him who was watching the excitement coaxed.

"Boss, don't you have some leftovers in the kitchen? ”

When the shopkeeper heard this, the leftovers in the kitchen had been left for several days, although the food was not easy to spoil this winter, but it was not something for people to eat after all.

Still, these two old guys. It's a different story.

"Xiao Jing, Xiao Jing, where is the dead mother-in-law? ”

"What is that feeding pigs? Less, let you serve you!"

Listening to the owner's undisguised loud voice, many people in the restaurant burst into laughter.

The old woman grabbed the old man's clothes tightly, and she opened her mouth to say something, but for some reason she didn't say anything.

After a while, a woman of five years and three thick came out of the kitchen with a pot of steaming 'food', and she threw the basin in front of the old man and shouted sharply.

"The old immortal gave me to eat outside. Don't disturb your guests' appetite here. ”

Hearing this, the old man stood up silently, he bowed his head and said thank you to the woman, and handed over the five yuan in his hand.

The woman snatched the money, glanced at the shabby and smelly money, and anger surged up again.

She snatched the basin from the old man's hand and walked out the door, and poured the contents into the swill bucket beside her in the wind and snow.

On the one hand, she let out an extremely vicious curse.

"Fucking old immortal, you use a basin and you still think it's dirty old lady's dick, anyway, you eat this kind of thing every day, right?"

After she finished scolding, she squeezed into the door and closed the door. I don't know what to say, but there was a faint burst of laughter inside.

The old man silently helped the old woman up, and the old woman at this time opened her mouth, and a few tears were squeezed out of the corners of her chapped eyes.

The old man patted her on the shoulder. He slowly crouched down and tried hard to pick up something in the swill bucket, and in a short time, he finally picked up a piece of fat.

He smiled happily. Carefully wipe the stains on this fat meat with his hands, as if he was wiping a pearl.

Like a child, he brought the treasure in his hand to the woman's mouth.

The woman didn't move.

He touched again. The woman did not move. There was still a wet mark on the corner of her eye. The head hung limply.

The old man understood something, and threw away the fat that he had regarded as a treasure before, and he hugged the woman's body tightly.

One step, two steps.

He carried her and staggered through the wind and snow, leaving a deep mark.

The old man grinned, babbling and screaming like a madman in the snow. He laughed.

Then, a rapid whistle sounded from behind him, only to hear a muffled thud mixed with the screeching sound of brakes, and the scene turned, and the two old men were already lying on the ground, lying in a pool of blood.

"Phew! what a bad luck!" a man said as he looked at the two fallen men, wiping the dents on the front of the car in distress, and he looked at them with disgust. "Dirty Lao Tzu's newly bought car. ”

The sound of tires grinding sounded, and the car slowly moved away.

Only he and her remained.

Even though they lost their voices, the two old men still held hands and did not let go.

He held on to her, as he had done for so many years.

They walked towards the wind and snow in the face of youth.

They braved the wind and snow and walked towards their lovers.

Although the red thread on the finger is no longer there,

But the blood in the snow was brighter than the red line, and it connected them again.

Until the end of the years.

...

After a while, a slender figure covered in darkness slowly approached from the other side of the street, his hands dripping with blood, clutching a black object.

He dropped the black object casually, the object rolled a few times, turned over and revealed its hideous face - it was the middle-aged man who drove into the old man before, I saw his mouth open wide in horror, and his chaotic and dim eyes were filled with dense bloodshots, as if he had seen something very terrifying.

The pedestrians who had gathered together because of the previous traffic accident shouted in horror - how could they have seen such a terrifying scene when they were worried about firewood, rice, oil and salt all day long?

The dark shadow didn't care about the chaotic crowd, it looked at the two people lying on the ground in silence, and held a worn-out umbrella in the other hand. Slowly squatting down, it stretched out the umbrella and shielded the old people on the ground from the wind and snow. Even though they were unconscious.

Standing up silently, it cast its indifferent gaze to the restaurant in front of it.

It lifted its footsteps, and... A flash of green light burst down from the sky, hitting the black shadow in front of him, splashing countless drifts of snow.

The scarred Yoshiyun stumbled to the ground, and when he saw the old man on the ground who was not moving, he was stunned, and a sad look appeared in his eyes.

"Stop. ”

He stood in front of the black shadow with difficulty, and said firmly.

The black shadow didn't look at him, his figure flickered for a while, and in an instant, he had already walked to the door of the restaurant, and it happened that a customer had checked out and walked out. It was the young man who had coaxed them to have leftovers. (To be continued......)