I really don't want to be a teacher

Nodding his head and thanking him again, the old man took the steaming bowl of noodles and the chopsticks on the bowl,

He didn't add any more seasonings, he held the noodles and chopsticks, turned around, moved his feet, walked back to the previous position, and sat down slowly.

Glancing at the old man, then at the stall, the three ghost messengers waiting by the roadside,

Lian Ge smiled, turned around again, and put the lid on the pot again.

In the stove, the burning charcoal fire followed closely, and then gradually dimmed.

"... Crackling."

In the barbecue stove, the charcoal fire was still burning brightly and dimly, and there were crackling sounds from time to time.

There was some smoke escaping upwards, and there was also some heat on the barbecue that had been roasted in advance.

in front of the grill,

A few tables set up,

In front of where Lian Ge was sitting before,

The little white mouse stood on the simple table with its forelimbs upright,

Holding a skewer of barbecue, put it to the mouth, put some oil on the hair of the head, and stuffed it into the mouth,

After eating a skewer, he turned his head and looked at Lian Ge, seeing that Lian Ge didn't come to stop it,

Turning his head again, he quickly picked up another skewer, stuffed it into his mouth, and fought against the skewer.

beside,

At another table, holding noodles and holding chopsticks,

The old man sat back on the stool again, bent his waist and lowered his head,

Holding the chopsticks, I picked the noodles, and then bursts of hot air overflowed from the noodles, and the hot air was blown away by the breeze again.

He ate the noodles in his mouth, then stopped again,

Turning his head, he looked at the barbecue on the table next to him, which was placed on the iron plate.

paused,

"...Please bring me a grilled rib... or two..."

The old man bowed his back, turned around again, and said to Lian Ge,

"...I'll pay the money myself this time. I'll pack it up and take it away."

After a pause, the old man spoke again.

"it is good."

Listening to Lian Ge's response, the old man turned around slowly,

It took some effort to reach out, and then turned out the pockets sewn inside the cotton trousers, groping,

Counting, took out enough money, held it in my hand,

Raise your head again, walk along the road, look into the distance and find a direction,

A smile appeared on the old man's face,

Lowering his head again, the old man picked up the noodles in the bowl with chopsticks,

Bring some heat and eat in one bite.

Glancing at the little white mouse stuffed in its mouth and eating skewers,

Lian Ge smiled,

Glancing at the old man again, Lian Ge paused for a moment, then responded with a smile.

Turn your gaze again,

Lian Ge moved over the two skewers of spare ribs that the stall owner had baked in advance from the side.

Put it on the charcoal fire and reheat it.

"... Zi."

The charcoal fire in the oven flickers under the breeze, flickering and flickering,

The oil on the ribs dripped onto the charcoal fire, splashing bright sparks,

Be quiet at the BBQ stand,

Only the sound of oil splashing on the charcoal fire was left, mixed with the sound of gusts of wind blowing through the branches and leaves of trees by the roadside.

……

Just then.

On the street in the darkening night,

A figure appeared at the other end of the street again.

It was a middle-aged man in his fifties, his hair was already a little gray.

Wearing a hospital gown, with no shoes on, and bare feet,

In one hand, he held a palm-sized football toy.

With his head down, he walked along the street, moved his feet step by step, and walked towards the side of the barbecue stand, gradually approaching.

Eyes dazed, absent minded,

From time to time, he raised his head again, turned his gaze, and looked around along the street, as if he was looking for something.

Walking to the side of the road in front of the barbecue stand, the middle-aged man did not stop,

He just lowered his head, moved his feet, and walked step by step.

Standing far away on the side of the road, quietly waiting for the three ghost messengers of the old man to see the man approaching,

They all turned their eyes one after another, and cast their gazes at the man, but they didn't move, they just stood there.

"Looking for someone?"

"This is the only way to go to many places. This stall is also the only one that is still open on this road. You might as well wait here. The people you want to find will pass by here."

Hearing the voice next to him, the man with dazed eyes stopped in front of the booth,

He raised his head again, turned his head, and looked towards the barbecue stall on the street,

Looking at the old man sitting on the stall, eating noodles with his head down, and then at Lian Ge behind the oven,

Lian Ge just looked at the oven, stretched out his hand to turn over a few skewers of barbecue on the oven,

It seems that he stopped the middle-aged man's words earlier, but he didn't say it.

Looking at Lian Ge, the middle-aged man paused,

Then lowered his head and looked at himself,

Pause, stand again,

The middle-aged man raised his head again, moved his feet away,

Walked up the steps by the side of the road, moved his feet, and walked slowly to the booth.

Turning his head, he looked at the tables and stools in front of the booth,

The middle-aged man didn't sit down, but just stood still,

Lowering his head again, his eyes became more and more dazed.

"sit down."

After flipping through the ribs that the old man was heating, Lian Ge turned his gaze to the middle-aged man standing in front of the stall.

Smiling slightly, he said something aloud,

"Want something to eat?"

The middle-aged man heard the sound, raised his head, and looked at Lian Ge again,

After a pause, he sat down on a stool behind him.

His eyes were a little dazed, and the middle-aged man turned his eyes again, looking at the booth, looking at the distance along the street,

Then he looked at Lian Ge, and at the barbecue stove in front of Lian Ge,

Pause again,

The middle-aged man just sat down, then stood up again,

He moved two steps towards the grill, then stopped again,

"...Do you have grilled chicken wings?"

The middle-aged man tightly held the cartoon football in his hand, raised his head, and asked Lian Ge,

Turning his gaze, Lian Ge glanced at the side of the oven, there were some skewers that the stall owner had baked in advance,

As it happens, there is a bunch of grilled wings.

"Have."

Smiling, Lian Ge responded again.

"Give me a bunch."

The middle-aged man responded, paused, then stretched out his hand, groping in the pockets of his hospital gown and trousers,

Seems like trying to get money out,

But all four pockets were empty, and the middle-aged man stopped moving.

"This skewer of grilled wings is my treat for you."

Lian Ge took the skewer of grilled wings from the side, put it on the oven,

Then turned his gaze, glanced at the middle-aged man, smiled and said something,

Conveniently, he took out ten yuan from his pocket, tossed it, and threw it into the cardboard box where the stall owner collected money.

"……thanks."

The middle-aged man paused,

Withdrawing his hand, he lowered his head again and looked at the small cartoon football in his hand.

He lowered his head a little more and thanked Lian Ge.

Narration, the old man sitting at a table with his back to the oven eating noodles seems to have heard what Lian Ge was saying to the middle-aged man,

He bent his back, turned his head back, and looked towards the front of the booth.

After narrowing his cloudy eyes again, he saw a middle-aged man standing in front of the booth.

The old man turned back again, walked along the street, looked into the distance,

He paused for a moment, then lowered his head, picked up the noodles in the bowl, and ate them bit by bit.

A middle-aged man standing in front of an oven,

Standing on his feet again, lowering his head again, holding the cartoon football in his hand,

He moved his feet again, turned around, and sat down at the table next to the oven again.

He raised his head and looked into the distance again, his eyes were in a trance.

Chapter 881

"... Zi..."

On the grill, two strings of pork ribs and a string of chicken wings are being heated, dripping with fat, splashing sparks on the charcoal fire,

Under the gusts of breeze, the charcoal fire in the oven flickered, and some of the smoke that rose was blown away.

booth,

With his back facing the oven, the old man bent his waist and lowered his head, just holding the chopsticks, picking up the plain noodles in the bowl, and eating.