fool and beggar

The bottle in the sack fell to the floor,

The idiot's buttocks landed on the ground. After the boy knocked down the idiot, he pulled the black plastic bag over his head, turned around, flinched, and ignored the idiot.

The idiot squatted up, stretched his hand to his buttocks, rubbed it, trying to wipe the dust off.Ordinary people just stand up and take a few shots, but he has to rub.The red elastic cords were tied across his chest, and he was still carrying the rotten sack, and the bottles scattered on the ground were ignored, and the sugar was not important anymore.The idiot put his hands into his pockets, squatted there, stepped on the half-broken slippers, and moved to the boy in front of the boy with duck steps.

The boy ignored him, and he just looked at the lump of black figures.

The fool didn't know how long he stared at it until the sky was about to fall.The only remaining sunlight in the sky is shining on the Handshake Building in the village in the city, casting a long shadow on this narrow alley.The fool's stomach growled a few times, and he finally came back to his senses.

The fool rubbed his stomach, looked down at his squatting knees, as if he suddenly forgot about the person lying in front of him.

"I'm hungry... my belly is growling..." The fool moved his mouth, squatted and stretched out one leg, relaxing his long-paralyzed hamstring.Wait for both legs to relax.He just stood up, jumped on the spot twice, and threw out the only soda can in the broken sack.

The sound of the soda can falling to the ground seemed to wake up the fool, and the jumping action parted his overlong hair into a ridiculous middle part again.He stared blankly at the bottles on the ground, and only said "ah" after a while.Untied the empty torn sack on his back.

Only then did he realize that his bag had been torn long ago, and the contents inside were scattered all over the floor.The fool opened the broken mouth of the sack, turned the sack upside down, squatted all the way to pick up bottles, and filled the sack to the brim again.Then the fool pinched the broken mouth of the sack and dragged the sack out.The sack is very heavy, and it makes a "squeak" sound when it rubs against the ground all the way, which is quite ear-piercing.

Dragging should be more troublesome than carrying. The sound of dragging has been heard in the alley for a long time, maybe not for a long time?Anyway, the young man felt that it was very noisy for a long time, and his ears were finally quiet. He clicked his tongue in the black garbage bag.

"Tsk."

The boy closed his eyes and fell asleep, still huddled there, looking like an abandoned garbage from a distance.Fortunately, this alley is deep and extremely narrow, and few people come in, otherwise it will be cleaned up as kitchen waste.

The fool tied up two empty sacks and tied them around his waist.He took the cardboard and walked into this alley.

The fool pushed the boy through the trash bag, and woke him up from his sleep.The only small street lamp in the alley had already been turned on, and the dim light was surrounded by small flying insects that came from nowhere. When the flying insects touched the hot bulb, they emitted a plume of smoke and made a creaking sound.

The boy frowned impatiently and sat up.I don't know how long he slept in this narrow alley.It should be a newcomer, the face is just a little gray, and the outline of the face can still be seen.The high bridge of the nose formed a dividing line across his face, hiding more than half of his face in the shadows.

"There are buns... and sugar, here you are... buns are delicious... sugar is delicious..."

Seeing that he woke up, the fool took out a steamed bun from the plastic bag carefully, put the steamed bun in his mouth, grabbed a handful of candies in his pocket, closed the plastic bag, and carefully pushed it to his eyes. teenager.

The boy didn't take the buns and candies, he crossed his arms, looked at the plastic bag handed over by the fool, and clicked his tongue impatiently again.He squinted his eyes, his eyes were fierce, and he knew at a glance that he was not an easy master to deal with.

The idiot let go of the paper, and shrugged the hair in front of his eyes with his hands. He thought the boy hadn't heard, so he handed the plastic bag forward.

"Buns, and sugar, here you are... The buns are delicious... The sugar is delicious..." Every word, he also has a northern accent, and his voice is not very loud, and he can tell the words that follow after uttering a word. Eat it, eat it softly, always with a soft dragging sound like a child, without realizing your age at all.

"Noisy, annoying. Leave me alone."

The young man withdrew his scrutinizing gaze, leaned his head against the wall, closed his eyes, and uttered a few words with a resounding sound, which was much harder than the soft voice of a fool.