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Yoshiyun fixed his gaze on another place, which used to be the place he longed for the most-+ the commissary, where there were the latest and most mysterious topics. As if the deepest memory of his childhood was here, Yiyun touched the familiar stone bench, which he had built so that he could clearly see what was in that magical room.

Yiyun smiled and walked towards his former home, which has long been deserted, rarely deserted and rampant, the scene in front of him made Yiyun dare not move forward, there is a figure under the corner, still tattered clothes, messy hair, and the broken bowl. Yiyun walked over, so many years of people still remember here, reached out and took out his pocket, a silver coin appeared in Yiyun's hand, the sun shone on the coin, reflecting a dazzling light, as if it was a rising North Star, the brightest star in the night sky.

With a clang, Yiyun tossed the coin into the old beggar's bowl, and watched as the coin was spinning instead of heads or tails. Hehe, it's interesting or it's been spinning, Yiyun's eyes flashed with puzzlement, his childhood memories stayed here, and the next memories couldn't be remembered no matter how much he thought about it.

"You're back. Asking from time to time but affirming in an affirmative tone, Yiyun looked up to find that the old beggar sitting against the corner of the wall had already stood in front of him, his face was sallow, his eyes were cloudy, and one sleeve was empty and blown by the wind, and he was wearing a dirty cotton jacket. Yiyun stretched out his hand and shook it in front of the old beggar, wondering in his heart whether this person was really blind or falsely blind?

"The old man is blind and his heart is not blind. Yiyun embarrassedly withdrew his right hand.

"When the storm rises and the fire clouds disperse, and the fate falls......" Yiyun listened to the old beggar's words with a surprised face, this is a sentence that often appears in his dreams, how would he know.

"You ......" "This calamity is not in you, this life is in your absence......"

Yiyun hurriedly stepped forward and stopped the old beggar. "Who are you and why are you ......?" The old beggar picked up the broken bowl on the ground and limped away.

Yiyun stood there and watched the old beggar leave, and when the old beggar looked at him just now, a trace of panic flashed in Yiyun's heart, as if no matter what he thought in his heart just now, he would not escape those cloudy eyes. Yes, I was scared just now, afraid of the vanished memory. It was a clear sky, but Yiyun felt that it was the eve of the storm, and hurried back to the rental house. Turning on the shower and burying himself in the sound of splashing, the warm hot water gradually soothed the uneasiness in Yiyun's heart. Yiyun, who was wiping a towel, looked out the window and it was already drizzling. This day is said to change, no time is left for people, the sky in the distance is thick dark clouds, Yiyun turned on the TV, got up and poured a glass of water, "Please pay attention to the general public, Typhoon Athens is about to landfall, please take precautions, try to avoid going out, according to the XX Bureau predicts that the typhoon wind will be the highest in history." Yiyun watched as the dark clouds in the distance were getting closer. A limping figure appeared in his mind, such bad weather, and it was barren again, he should be fine. Yiyun decided to change the channel. I don't know if this typhoon is really menacing, every TV station is paying attention to the typhoon, and even some channels in the reporter in order to be able to report the most realistic typhoon scenario in person, tied themselves to a big tree.

Yiyun threw away the remote control. I changed into thick clothes, stuffed another coat in the closet, raincoat, umbrella and other things into my backpack, put my backpack on my back and opened the door and rushed out. Luckily, it's not far from there, so I should be back soon. Yiyun didn't know why, his heart hung involuntarily when he heard that the typhoon was the highest in history, but it was an old beggar who had a relationship with several sides, how could he be worried, he must be too kind to see others suffering, so he braved the heavy rain to find him, Yiyun told himself in his heart while walking.

When Yiyun arrived at that place, it was already raining heavily, "Old beggar, old beggar, where are you?" Yiyun kept shouting, hoping that the figure would answer him, and Yiyun came to the corner, where it was bare and nothing. has comforted: Forget it, maybe he has found a place to shelter from the rain, and he doesn't have to worry about him anymore. Yiyun walked back slowly, a limping figure in the rain curtain was approaching, Yiyun quickly ran forward, looked at this familiar face, took out the coat and raincoat in his bag, "Put it on, the typhoon is coming, you can't stay here anymore, you go to me to avoid it first." Yiyun didn't wait for the old beggar to agree, and helped him to walk back quickly.

Yiyun stuffed the old beggar who was already shivering from the cold into the bathroom, filled a pool of warm water, and ran to the kitchen to dig out a few pieces of ginger from the corners, when he was a child, he was naughty and went out to play in the rain, but he came back wet, his mother would always cook a bowl of ginger soup for himself to drink, saying that it was not easy to catch a cold to drive away the cold, but his father was full of eyes and was ready to teach himself a good lesson, he always said that he was uncomfortable, and he used this method to escape punishment, and he could easily escape every time he got into trouble, at that time he always thought that he was very smart and deceived his parents, and now he thinks about how naïve he was at that time, not how high his acting skills were, but the parents feel sorry for themselves.

The burning heat in his hand recalled Yiyun's thoughts, why did he lose his mind again, the ginger soup in the pot was almost the same, Yiyun calculated the time, the old beggar should have been almost washed, opened his cabinet and took out a set of clothes and sent it to the bathroom. "Knock knock," the old beggar watched Yiyun walk in and put down a set of clothes, "Your clothes are already wet, I only have my clothes here, you will wear them, and when the rain is light, I will go out and buy you a new set, and the clothes will be placed on your left hand." "Thank you...... Xie ......" Yiyun exited the bathroom and did not see the tears flowing from the corners of the old beggar's eyes, the old beggar carefully put on Yiyun's clothes, groped his way to the mirror, and straightened his messy hair.

Yiyun saw the old beggar holding his hair that was still dripping, pressed him to the stool, and brought a hair dryer to help him dry his hair, "The hair can be cut, but I can't cut it well, hehe, come, drink this bowl of ginger soup to go to the cold." The old beggar took the ginger soup in Yiyun's hand and took Yiyun's hand with one hand, "Are you injured?" "Well, it's nothing, I just cooked the ginger soup and it was burned without paying attention." (My novel "Monster Clerk" will have more fresh content on the official WeChat platform, and there will be a 100% lottery gift for everyone!Open WeChat now, click on the "+" sign in the upper right corner "Add Friends", search for the official account "ddxiaoshuo" and follow, hurry up!) (To be continued......)