The sun is like fire, using heaven and earth as a furnace, and melting all things as flowing fire.

The distorted air was filled with a scorching heat, as well as a disgusting stench.

This is one of the many garbage dumps in Goujian City, and it is difficult to imagine that the Goujian City is spotless at this time, and the wide road paved with bluestone slabs can shine brightly.

Old Dezhu is not like the people in the city, even if he passes by, he has to avoid it far away, because he still has to get a pitiful daily ration from these discarded garbage.

For him, this is like a farmer's meager land, the last fertile soil on which he depends.

He lived in the eyes of the people, but he was very satisfied with his present life, because he knew that if God wanted one to die, that person would never live, so he often stepped into this land with gratitude.

The mountains of garbage and the stench that wafted for ten miles naturally attracted other uninvited guests, but they never competed with him, and even if Lao Dezhu sometimes took food from under their mouths, they just flapped their wings and flew away without hesitation.

There is no fight between you and me here, and there is no intrigue, so they have been very harmonious, so Lao Dezhu will often feel happy.

Lao Dezhu often wondered if these things were transported from the city, and the people who lived there were happier than here.

He didn't know, and he didn't want to know, because he was content now.

He hoped that he would be able to live his life in peace, and he even planned to hide in the land where he had been raised, lying in peace in the midst of the things that others had discarded, and the company of flies and insects.

Because he felt that he was also a discarded waste, and dying here was a well-deserved death.

In the abandoned garbage heap, you can often find a lot of interesting things, which is also one of the joys of his life.

Although there were occasional clumps of hair thrown out by a large family during the moonlight, it was the first time he had seen so much hair.

Lao Dezhu brushed aside the dead leaves covering his hair and was instantly stunned.

He had seen the corpses of all kinds of small beasts, and even the stumps of people, but at this time his hands were still a little trembling, and his heart could not be calm for a long time.

Because under the dead leaves is a face!

It is not surprising that the corpse of a wild beast was found in the garbage heap, and it is not unreasonable to have a human stump, but the appearance of a human face is really a bit terrifying.

He was stunned for a moment, and his trembling hand finally rested under the nose of the face.

If you are an ordinary person, you must first clean up the surrounding garbage to see if it is a lonely head or an abandoned corpse buried in the garbage heap.

But Lao Dezhu reached out to sniff out his breath, perhaps because he had already arranged it in the dark, or maybe he had not been so close to a person for a long time.

This time, Lao Dezhu actually found a faint breath!

He has been picking up garbage all year round, and a pair of cracks and sludge veterans have long been accustomed to touching all kinds of garbage that is cold and piercing or hot to the hands, but when a unique breath with rhythm and rhythm spreads on his fingers, he instantly notices the strangeness.

It was a strange feeling like the first rays of sunlight that had been gathering momentum for a long time.

When the half-grown young man lying on the 'bed' made of discarded cardboard opened his eyes for the first time, the old Dezhu, who had not closed his eyes for a whole day and a night, immediately tensed his nerves.

Although he was not afraid of the half-grown young man in front of him, he was afraid to see that kind of disdain and hatred in his eyes.

Lao Dezhu didn't know when he started, and he had this subtle change in his heart. If it weren't for the fact that the half-grown young man's faint breathing never stopped, he was afraid that he wouldn't have thought so much.

When meditating, one involuntarily thinks about a lot of things that don't matter.

The half-grown young man struggled to sit up, and after a few futile attempts, he just looked at Lao Dezhu quietly.

Lao Dezhu didn't know how many years he hadn't seen such clear eyes, his lips trembled, and he said softly: "Child, you just woke up, don't move." ”

The half-grown young man still looked at him for a long time before asking, "Who am I?

Lao Dezhu was stunned and said: "You have been in a coma for a long time, it is a blessing to be able to pick up a life, don't think too much now, wait until your body is well." ”

The half-grown youth stopped talking and began to look around.

Lao Dezhu saw him looking at the 'old house' where he had lived for more than ten years, his face darkened, and he quietly retreated.

He knew that the place where he lived could not be called a house at all, at most it could only be regarded as a 'broken shed'.

The shed had no walls or doors, but a few old sticks of wood propped up and patched rags, but fortunately he had nothing of value, and he had no need to worry about the thief.

The body of the half-grown young man recovered quickly, greatly exceeding the expectations of Lao Dezhu.

In just two or three days, he could barely walk.

When Lao Dezhu handed him the blackened steamed bun again, the half-grown young man took it, stared at him, and said, "From tomorrow, I will be with you." ”

Calm eyes, no ridicule, no ridicule, like a pool of crystal clear water.

Old Dezhu wanted to say something more, but the half-grown young man had already buried his head in nibbling on the sour and hard black steamed buns.

The next day, when Lao Dezhu and the half-grown youth hesitantly stopped at the intersection, the half-grown youth suddenly said: "You don't have to be embarrassed, I know that you have been picking up garbage, and I also know that there is no shame in picking up garbage." ”

Lao Dezhu had to limp and walk him into the land where he lived, I don't know if the half-grown youth has not fully recovered, or he is very patient, a long way, he actually followed behind Lao Dezhu quietly all the way without hurry.

The young man learned from the old Dezhu to pull the debris all over the ground, and suddenly said, "That's where you found me?"

Lao Dezhu's body stiffened, and he snorted, and said: "When I found you, you were lying there" He pointed with his hand, and continued: "I was startled at the time, but fortunately you haven't lost your breath, otherwise"

He paused again, seemed to smile, and said, "I didn't expect you to come back here alive." ”

The half-grown young man looked at him and said solemnly, "I should thank you." ”

Lao Dezhu said: "You don't have to thank me, every life here is good to me, and I will not give up every life here." ”

He continued, "But thank me, and let me know who you are." ”

The half-grown young man frowned, suddenly hugged his head, and groaned, "Who am I?

Lao Dezhu was taken aback, and immediately said: "Don't think about things you can't remember, people don't have to live in the past forever." ”

The half-grown young man really eased up, and was silent for a long time before he said slowly: "You mean, I am who I am, and I will never change?"

Lao Dezhu smiled with relief: "Yes, I didn't expect that it took me a lifetime to understand the truth, and you would understand it so early." ”

The half-grown young man stared at him and said, "You are a man with a story?"

Lao Dezhu was stunned, let out a long sigh, and said, "Everyone has a story, doesn't they?"

His answer could not be regarded as an answer at all, but more like a rhetorical question.

The half-grown young man also sighed and said, "You are not a poor person, why do you prefer to pick up garbage for a living?"

The corners of Lao Dezhu's eyes were wrinkled, and he looked at him and said, "Oh?

The half-grown young man said: "On the surface, you are indeed very poor, just an ordinary poor old man, but you ignore one point. ”

Old Dezhu said, "Oh?"

The half-grown young man said: "Usually people who make a living by picking up garbage are forced to make a living, and have to beg for a living in order to satisfy their stomachs and stomachs, but have you ever seen a man who is about to starve to death, and who has the leisure to tidy up his dwelling in an orderly manner? If this is not enough, then on the way we came, there was a restaurant that helped the poor, why did you refuse to go? You want to go here to pick up some things discarded by others in exchange for spoiled rations?"

Lao Dezhu seemed to be stunned, and suddenly laughed: "You are so interesting, but I don't need you to pat my ass." ”

The half-grown young man glared at him and said, "You think I'm slapping your ass?"

Lao Dezhu said: "Isn't it? You say that I have put my residence in order, aren't you praising me for being clean and self-conscious? You say that I don't go to the restaurant to receive relief food, aren't you praising me for preferring to support myself rather than receive charity?"

The half-grown young man was silent for a long time and said, "What about the jade pendant on your waist?"

Lao Dezhu's smile froze on his face, and he said movingly: "How do you know that I have a jade pendant on my waist?"

The half-grown young man said: "I haven't noticed it before, but judging from your reaction just now, it shouldn't be wrong." He stared at Lao Dezhu, and continued: "When I first woke up, I faintly saw something on your waist, which seemed to be very good, but since then, I haven't seen it again, I think it may be that you have been by my side for too long, too tired, so that you neglected it, so I just tried it, and sure enough, there is a problem." ”

Lao Dezhu laughed on his back, his expression was arrogant, as if he had changed in an instant, where could he still see the shadow of the sloppy old man just now.

The half-grown youth looked at him quietly and did not speak.

Lao Dezhu paused with laughter and said, "What's wrong with picking up garbage?

The half-grown youth still did not speak.

Lao Dezhu also looked at him, and said slowly: "Maybe it's not just you, in the eyes of many people, the people who pick up garbage are the lowest, and only those big people who are powerful are worthy of respect," he sighed slowly, and continued: "But you have only seen their most beautiful and decent side, if you know their dark and dirty side, you may think that the things here are much better than them, at least everything here is lovely, because they are willing to show their ugliest side." ”

The half-grown young man said: "In this way, you must have been a powerful man. ”

Old Dezhu smiled and said, "I'm just a poor old man picking up garbage." ”

The half-grown young man also smiled and said, "At least you are a happy old man." ”

Lao Dezhu looked at him with satisfaction and said, "God treats you really well, not only let you pick up a life, but also let you understand so many truths." ”

He looked at the half-grown youth and said, "Perhaps, God deliberately made you forget the past and start a new life. ”

The half-grown young man said, "Just like you?"

Lao Dezhu smiled and said, "Yes, just like me." ”

He continued, "But you have to have a name." ”

This time, the half-grown young man was silent for a long time before he said lonely: "My life is given by you." ”

What he meant was to ask Lao Dezhu to give him a name, a brand new name!

Thinking of this, his heart couldn't help but heat up again.

Lao Dezhu groaned, and after a long time, he said slowly: "The name can be restarted, but everyone who forgets themselves will still find themselves one day, so it's better to call it Xunben." ”

The half-grown young man muttered: "Find the roots, find the roots, find the truth, okay, it's called the roots!"

Lao Dezhu said: "Now that you have a name, let's start living again!"

"What is life?"

Lao Dezhu laughed and said: "Life is to live in a down-to-earth and self-reliant manner, intrigue, although I am also alive, but that way of living is too painful." ”

With that, he lowered his head again, picking up the discarded things that sparkled in his eyes.

Xun Ben looked at his figure intently, and said, "So you'd rather live on these discarded things than with those who are respected?"

Lao Dezhu straightened up and said with a smile: "There is still a way to live in the world, but it is much more painful than intrigue, deceit, and deceit." ”

Xunben said: "Oh?"

Lao Dezhu said: "That is to live in the eyes of others, because other people's opinions will not only influence your thoughts, affect your life, but also make you lose yourself." Life is only a few hundred years, so what's the point of living blindly as a walking corpse? Isn't it more painful than dying?"

Inadvertently, the slightly rickety figure not far away also began to shine with dazzling light in Xunben's eyes, almost making him unable to look directly.