On how to cute and blacken the master

The snowflakes flying all over the sky melted the world into a white one.

The wonton stalls on the street were still glowing orange, accompanied by the scent of wontons wafting in the wind.

"Boss Li, another bowl of wontons!"

"Okay, it will be fine in a while."

Maybe it's because the weather is cold, and the street is very deserted.

While the guest was shaking his hands coldly, he chatted with the boss habitually, "Boss Li, I think you have been setting up a stall here for many years."

Under the orange light, the boss stared at the wontons in the pot, and bursts of steam rushed towards his face, making the boss's wrinkled face gradually blurred.

Only a soft sigh was heard, "Yes." It has been many years.

"Your wonton is ready, five yuan."

The guest paid for the steaming wonton, took a sip of the hot soup, and let out a comfortable breath.

"Boss Li, I think the weather is so cold, and there is not much popularity on the street. Tonight, you should close your stall early and go home to rest. Isn't it good to stay at home with your wife and children?"

"Okay, Boss Li, I'm leaving first."

"Goodbye."

The only guest left too.

The boss turned off the fire and watched the hot soup in the pot gradually turn cold.

Li Dawei, the owner of the wonton stall, walked to the front of the stall car and sat down slowly on the usual seat for customers.

Li Dawei took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, took a puff between his index finger and middle finger, and breathed out.

It has been a long time since that incident.

The mudslide many years ago made his wife and children gone, and the village he had relied on for many years also disappeared.

Natural disasters and man-made disasters, he can't blame anyone.

Coincidentally, at the time, I didn't know who sent a letter as a prank to tell him that his distant relative was seriously ill and asked him to go back and have a look.

After returning home, relatives are alive and well, and they are still in good health.

At that time, he wondered who would play tricks on him like this, but he didn't expect to save him from a catastrophe.

When Li Dawei burned his fingertips, he realized that the cigarette had burned out. He threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it with his feet.

When the cold wind blew, Li Dawei couldn't help but shrugged his neck and stood up.

It was late at night, and there was no one on the street.

Li Dawei was about to close the stall when he saw a figure stumbling towards him in the night.

When someone got closer, he realized that it was a child, and the tattered clothes on his body could not cover the cold at all.

It looked like a little beggar wandering on the side of the road, with disheveled hair like dead grass.

Maybe the ground was a little slippery, the little beggar was unsteady, he stumbled and stumbled, and finally fell into the mud as expected.

Li Dawei couldn't see it, so he walked over and helped the child up.

The child stared at the very old Li Dawei with teary eyes, feeling a little wary.

Li Dawei patted the child's head indifferently, "You're hungry. Come and eat some wontons."

After speaking, he returned to the wonton stall, re-ignited the fire, and ordered a bowl of wontons neatly.

Holding a bowl of fragrant wontons, he handed them to the child who was watching eagerly, "Eat it."

The child hesitated for a moment, then took the wontons. The green shallots on the noodle soup added a bright color to the whole bowl of wontons.

The aroma of wontons penetrated into the tip of the nose.

At first, the child ate in small mouthfuls cautiously, but then he started to gobble it up, and tears fell down while eating.

Li Dawei looked at the poor child lovingly.

If the son hadn't been in that mudslide...he would have been so old.

Speaking of which, this child is very similar to Gouwa.

I don't know if Gouwa's child survived the mudslide.

After thinking about it, he couldn't help sighing, the child had no strength to restrain the chicken, so he probably couldn't escape.

Putting down the clean bowl, the little beggar completely let go of his guard against the old man in front of him.

Li Dawei looked at the snow that was falling more and more, and said softly.

"Son, would you like to go home with Grandpa?"