I really don't want to be a teacher

"...Young man, your hair is not easy to shave..."

After putting on the apron, the old man stood behind Lian Ge with a razor, looked at Lian Ge's hair, and said with a smile,

"...You drank too much, you're still confused..."

Before Lian Ge could respond, the old man next to him whose eyes were reddened by alcohol opened his eyelids again and closed them again. With a little drunkenness, he cursed at the old man with the razor,

"...There's nothing wrong with shaving this. Once the razor falls off, the affairs of the world will be cut in two, and the black hair will be settled. From now on, you don't care about the affairs of the world... Hey..."

With his eyes closed, he seemed to be speaking to Lian Ge, and with a little drunkenness, he smiled and muttered something, and the old man calmed down again.

Standing behind Lian Ge, the old man with the razor heard the drunk old man scolding him, his face was neither angry nor annoyed, he still smiled, looked at him, then turned his head, looked at Lian Ge,

"Young man, do you want to shave like this?"

Laughing, the old man asked.

Hearing the sound, Lian Ge paused, looked in front of him,

In front of you, under the umbrella, the wind and snow are blocked by the umbrella, but outside the umbrella, there is still snow falling and the wind is blowing,

Looking at it, Lian Ge shook his head,

"Let's shave as usual."

"……okay."

The old man with the razor responded with a smile, and dipped the razor in water again.

Chapter 565 Look and Look, Save and Not Save

Next to him, leaning against the back of the chair, with his head up, his face reddened by wine, the drunken old man seemed to come up drunk, his drooping eyelids closed again, and he was smiling straight on his face, and he didn't know what he was laughing at .

After dipping the razor in some water, the old man holding the razor stood behind Lian Ge, and looked at Lian Ge persistently with the razor.

"...No dirt or dust, no dust on your body, no stain on your hair...Young man, I won't wash it for you, just shave it off."

The old man was holding a razor, laughing, the razor fell, and cut off a section of Lian Ge's hair.

"Young man, do you think it's appropriate to cut this length for you? Do you want to shave it a little longer?"

Holding a section of cut hair, the old man brought it to Lian Ge, and asked with a smile,

Lian Ge sat on the chair, glanced at the chair next to him, and leaned on it. It seemed that the old man had fallen asleep after drinking, and then turned his gaze, and looked at a section of hair pinched by the old man's rough and wrinkled palms. ,

"Just cut it so long."

Looking away, Lian Ge looked out of the umbrella again, at the snow falling from the night, and the pedestrians passing through the snow in the distance,

"……okay."

The old man smiled, nodded in response, and withdrew his hand, but did not let the cut off hair fall to the ground, but turned around, put the hair on the stool next to him, turned around again, and continued to hold on to the razor. shaved hair,

"...Old man, in my life, I have shaved the hair of the living and trimmed the hair of the dead..."

The old man's razor fell from time to time, and after cutting off the cut hair, he pinched it with the other hand and put the cut hair on the stool next to him.

Laughing, the old man shaved his hair while talking aloud,

"...I didn't expect that it was almost the end, and I even shaved the hair of the god for the first time."

With a smile, the old man put the cut hair on the stool next to him, and said,

Lian Ge listened to the old man's words, did not turn his eyes away, did not answer, and looked at the distance outside the umbrella.

The old man also smiled, didn't speak any more, hunched over, turned around from time to time, put the severed hair on the stool next to him,

The cold wind that disturbs the snow blows across the square from time to time, but it seems to be blocked by this big umbrella,

The strands of hair on the pile of stools trembled slightly, but were not blown off by the wind.

……

"...This place has not seen snow for many years, and this time, it seems that it will be enough."

Holding the razor in one hand, pinching the shaved hair with the other, and putting it on the stool next to him, the old man turned around, raised his head, and looked out of the umbrella.

The old man next to him seemed to have fallen asleep, with a smile on his face flushed by the smell of alcohol, his eyes closed, leaning on the chair, moving, and then calmed down again.

Slightly raising his head, looking at the snow falling continuously from the night under the incandescent lamp peeking out from the umbrella, Lian Ge said in a calm tone,

"It's almost over."

"Stop it, stop it..."

The old man crouched down, nodded his head, looked around again, spoke aloud, lowered his head again, and continued to stick to the razor to shave Lian Ge's hair.

……

"...Dad, look at the snow, it's snowing so hard..."

"...be careful..."

"...Oops..."

On the side of the square, a little girl faced the street lights, looked up at the little snowflakes falling under the night, and said in surprise, while running forward,

The little girl's father followed closely behind,

It seemed that the snow fell on the ground and the melted snow made the square slippery. The girl tripped and fell to the ground, and the little girl's father ran over.

this side of the square,

Under the umbrella, Lian Ge heard the sound, turned his gaze to that side,

The old man who shaved Lian Ge's hair also turned his head when he heard the sound, and looked towards that side.

Next to him, the old man who seemed to be drunk, still drooping his eyelids reddened by the smell of alcohol, did not turn his head, did not open his eyes, and moved again on the chair,

"...Looking and watching, saving and not saving, what are you looking at?"

Mumbling, with some drunkenness, the old man said something out loud.

Lian Ge heard the sound, didn't turn his head, didn't turn his eyes, he still looked outside the umbrella, in the snow,

"It needs to be saved, it should be saved, it can be saved."

With a calm tone, Lian Ge said something out loud.

The drunk old man seemed to have heard Lian Ge's words. He drooped his eyes and showed some smiles on his face. He leaned on the back of the chair and shrunk down again. It seemed that he was drunk and fell asleep completely.

The old man who was obsessed with the razor looked there again, turned his gaze back, took the razor, and continued to shave Lian Ge's hair.

……

"...Are you all right, didn't you fall?"

"...Hee hee, it's okay. I'm dressed so thickly that I don't feel a little bit when I fall..."

The little girl's father ran up to the little girl nervously, trying to pull the little girl up,

The little girl put her hands on the ground and got up from the ground first. She smiled and said to her father,

"... I scared my father to death... Don't run around, I fell again after a while..."

"...Understood, Dad...Dad, can you stop my mother from wearing such thick clothes for me, otherwise I will definitely not fall..."

The little girl's father took the little girl's hand, and the father and daughter gradually walked away in the snow along the side of the square.

……

Seeing the father and daughter walking away, Lian Ge turned his eyes and glanced at the chair next to him. He seemed to have fallen asleep, with a drunken old man with a smile on his face,

Withdrawing his gaze, he looked at the distance in the snow again.

Outside the umbrella, on the square, by the side of the square, people pass by from time to time, old or young, happy or sad, all kinds of people are talking about each other, or rushing to somewhere,

The voices were mixed, and from time to time, along with the cold wind disturbing the snowflakes, they rang in my ears,

Inside the umbrella, be quiet,

A big umbrella held up to block the wind and snow, and the incandescent lamp hanging on the umbrella bone swayed with warm light,

Under the lamp, the old man who was obsessed with the razor dropped the razor from time to time to shave Lian Ge's hair,

On the chair next to him, the drunk old man seemed to have fallen asleep, but there were some slight snoring sounds.

Lian Ge looked at Xuezhong, but didn't say anything, just watched and listened,

On the shoulder, the little white mouse turned its head, looked at the distance outside the umbrella from time to time, and turned its head back from time to time to look at the old man who was holding on to the razor, as if he was afraid that the razor in the old man's hand would fall on it.

Under the umbrella, there are only the rustling of hair being shaved, and the faint snoring of the drunken old man from time to time.

……

"...Well, boy, it's shaved. Look."

The old man shaved off a section of hair again, held the section of hair in his hands, put it on the stool next to him, turned around and took a mirror, handed it to Lian Ge, and said with a smile,

Lian Ge turned his gaze, looked at the picture on the glasses,

The hair is a little shorter than before, but just right.

"pretty good."

"...Hey, as long as you are satisfied."

The old man responded with a smile, put away the mirror, put it aside, stood up again,

"...Young man, I have a merciless request... see if I can take away your shaved hair..."

"Take it as a thank you gift for shaving my hair, old man."

Lian Ge stood up, looked back at the old man,

Under the eyes of the sky, the old man's spirit is deeply hidden, just like the Zen Master Jianxing of Jianxing Temple.

With a slight smile and a calm tone, Lian Ge said something.

"...Thank you, thank you... With hair like yours, old man, maybe I can survive this winter..."

Laughing, and thanking you a few more times, the old man spoke out.

Lian Ge didn't say anything more, turned his eyes, looked at the old man again, and then at the chair next to him, the old man who seemed to be drunk and fell asleep,

Turning around, Lian Ge moved his foot away again, stepped out from under the umbrella, and stepped into the snow.

A few steps forward, the umbrella behind me is far away behind me,

The snow falling from the night also gradually stopped.

Chapter 566 The Village

"...It snowed for several hours last night, how long has it been since it snowed here..."

"...As soon as the snow stopped, it was really cold and chilly... Please close the window of that car..."

"...quack, quack..."

"...Old Feng, I bought new clothes, and I still have one in my hand, I bought it for my wife..."

"...Isn't it cold? The children sent me and their mother a set of clothes from other places. I went to the town to pick them up... I thought it was cold, so I just put them on... Where are you going back here?"

"...Hey, I went to visit a relative. Isn't the child in the third sister's house married? I went there yesterday, and I have to stay there for the night, so I will go back by car at this moment this morning..."

A somewhat old urban and rural bus was staggering, driving along the winding road towards the rolling mountains, tall buildings stood tall, and the bustling city gradually went away behind the bus.

In the car, the smell of chickens, ducks and goose feathers is mixed, and some baskets, dustpans, and fertilizer bags containing ducklings, poultry, vegetables, and vegetable seedlings are either held in people's arms or placed on the aisle.

Several familiar passengers were talking, and the passenger with the child closed the window next to him, tightened the child's clothes, and pulled the zipper up a bit, carrying a plastic bag, and the person standing by the door, Looking out the window from time to time, it seems to be confirming the place.

Lian Ge sat in the back row by the window, watching the passing scene from the window of the bus that had already entered the rolling mountains, listening to the mixed voices from the car beside him,

Outside the car window, there are rolling mountains, from the mountain road winding up the mountainside, there are layers of terraced fields, or a few houses scattered on the side of the road, or covered with dense vegetation, and a few birds are startled from time to time mountain forest,

In the car, in the back row, a little girl whose face seemed to be a little red from the cold, was staring intently at the little white mouse on Lian Ge's shoulder,

The little white mouse also turned its head towards the window first, looked around, noticed the gaze, couldn't help shrinking to the side,

Turning his gaze, Lian Ge glanced at the little white mouse on his shoulder, couldn't help but smile, then turned his gaze away, glanced at all kinds of passengers in the car, and listened to the mixed voices in his ears.