I really don't want to be a teacher

The middle-aged man was sitting at a table next to the oven, holding the small football tightly in his hand, leaning sideways, raising his head, looking at the street, his eyes were a little dazed, absent-minded,

From time to time, he turned his head and walked along the street, looking towards both sides of the street, as if to see if the person he was looking for appeared.

The three ghost messengers stood by the side of the street, looking at the old man and the middle-aged man from time to time, waiting quietly.

The little white mouse was standing on the table next to the iron plate with some barbecues, with its forelimbs upright, holding a skewer, turning its head, looking at the figures on the booth, and then burying its head in eating.

After eating one, he turned his head and looked at Lian Ge, then quickly picked up another skewer placed on the iron plate, and then fought head-to-head against the skewers.

Gusts of breeze disturbed the mist rising from the bowl in front of the old man, and the skirt of the old man's clothes

A few flying insects were flying around the incandescent lamps lit by the booth, rising and falling.

After glancing at the figures at the booth in front of him, Lian Ge flipped over a few skewers on the oven.

"... Zi."

With the sound of splashing drops of oil stains on the charcoal fire,

On the side of the street, at the barbecue stalls, it became more and more quiet.

……

"Old man, here are the two strings of ribs you want."

"...Just put it here for me, thank you."

Pulled an iron plate next to it, and took a bag.

Put the ribs that the old man asked for into the bag, put the roasted wings that the middle-aged man asked for on the tray,

Holding it, carrying it, Lian Ge walked to the old man's side again,

The old man stopped stirring up the inside of the bowl,

The eyes on the side were a little dazed, and he looked at the middle-aged man on the street and turned his head again.

"...Here, this is the money for the grilled ribs."

The old man nodded, answered, stood up again, and handed over the dozen or so dollars that he had prepared and held in his hand to Lian Ge.

Smiling slightly, looking at the old man, Lian Ge put the two strings of ribs in bags on the table in front of the old man, reached out to take the money and took it.

"Sit down, old man."

In response, Lian Ge took the money given by the old man and the roasted wings on the iron plate, and turned around again.

Bend down, stand, watching Lian Ge walk away again,

The old man sat back on the stool again.

Turn around, pick up the chopsticks on the noodle bowl,

The old man looked at the two ribs in the bag on the table,

He raised his head again, walked along the road, looked in a certain direction in the distance, and smiled again on his face.

……

"Your grilled wings are ready."

"thanks, thanks……"

Walking up to the middle-aged man, Lian Ge put the iron plate containing the skewers of grilled wings on the table in front of the middle-aged man,

The middle-aged man hurriedly got up and thanked him first, then paused, and thanked him again.

"Try it."

Lian Ge looked at the man again, and said aloud,

Turning around again, he moved his foot away.

"……thanks."

Seeing Lian Ge walk away, the middle-aged man paused, murmured again, thanked him, and sat back down again.

Walking back to the oven, he threw the money that was collected from the old man into the cardboard box where the vendor collected money.

Turning around again, Lian Ge sat down in the seat he had sat before,

On the table, next to the iron plate, the little white mouse with its forelimbs standing upright, holding a skewer and fighting, saw Lian Ge sitting back,

First, he turned his head, looked at Lian Ge, and then looked at the iron plate with a little less skewers than before,

Quickly put down the skewer he was holding, then picked up the skewer in the iron plate, and handed it to Lian Ge,

"...Squeak, squeak."

Glancing at the appearance of the little white mouse, Lian Ge smiled and reached out to take it.

Turning his gaze again, he glanced at the figures at the booth.

……

The old man was sitting at the table in front of Lian Ge,

The middle-aged man sitting near the oven was at the table next to Lian Ge.

The old man who sat down again looked at the two strings of ribs with a smile on his face,

But he didn't touch the two strings of spare ribs, and then took the chopsticks and ate some noodles left in the bowl,

It's just that the action of eating noodles is faster than before, as if afraid that the grilled ribs in the bag will be cold.

The middle-aged man sat with his head down, looking at the skewers of grilled wings that were still steaming,

Raise your head again, walk along the quiet street, look towards both sides of the street,

After a pause, his eyes gradually became a little dazed, lost in thought.

After a pause, the middle-aged man slowly turned his gaze back, lowered his head, and looked at the small football tightly clutched in his hand and the roasted wings on the iron plate.

Looking at the roasted wings, the middle-aged man's eyes became more and more dazed, and the eye sockets gradually turned red.

Slowly raising his other hand, the middle-aged man reached for the grilled wings on the iron plate and wanted to pick it up.

With a grabbing hand, he picked up the grilled wings,

Looking at the grilled wings he picked up, the middle-aged man froze for a moment,

Immediately afterwards, the eyes of the middle-aged man turned redder, and there were some muddy tears in his eyes.

Slowly opened his mouth, the middle-aged man held the roasted wing, looked at it, and moved closer to his mouth,

Before the roasted wings reached his mouth, the tears accumulated in his reddened eye sockets had already welled up and dripped down his face.

Opening his mouth, the middle-aged man bit off a small piece of meat from the grilled wing,

Close your mouth, chewing a little bit,

Cloudy tears kept gushing out from the eyes,

"……woo woo woo woo……"

I don't know if I tasted it.

The hand of the middle-aged man holding the roasted wing trembled,

His mouth was slightly opened, and a suppressed cry sounded in his throat.

Tears welled up from the eyes more and more.

Next to him, the old man who was hurrying to eat the bowl seemed to hear the cry of the middle-aged man,

He stopped picking up the bowl, turned his head, and looked at the middle-aged man.

After narrowing his cloudy eyes again, he could see clearly the man who was suppressing his crying and rolling down his tears.

"...Little brother, what's the matter?"

Putting down the chopsticks in his hand, the old man hunched over, turned around, raised his head, looked at the middle-aged man, and asked aloud.

"... woo... um..."

The middle-aged man didn't respond, a suppressed cry sounded in his throat,

With his mouth open, tears welled up in his red eyes,

The hands holding the roasted wings and the whole body trembled even more,

Looking at the roasted wings, he raised the little football he was holding tightly in his hand, and looked at,

Then along the quiet and deserted street, looking towards the street entrance,

The suppressed cry grew louder,

"...I was wrong, I was wrong..."

With his mouth open, the middle-aged man murmured, with his mouth open, speaking aloud,

Tears still welled up in the eyes,

"... Mmm..."

"...I'm a beast, beast..."

The middle-aged man held the roasted wings and the small football,

Trembling all over, whispering, speaking, the suppressed cry sounded in his throat again.

Next to him, the old man sat on a stool, looked at the middle-aged man, and didn't continue talking.

In front of Lian Ge, on the table, the little white mouse holding a skewer and fighting with its head raised its head, turned its head, and looked at the middle-aged man.

Glancing at the figures at the booth, looking at the middle-aged man who was suppressing his crying, trembling all over, and tears kept pouring out,

Lian Ge paused his gaze.

In the stalls, in the streets, be quiet again.

A gust of wind blows,

Only the suppressed crying of the middle-aged man was left, mixed in the breeze, ringing.

Chapter 882 Destroy the ideal person, big and small football

"... woo woo..."

"sough……"

Under the gusts of breeze, the suppressed crying of the middle-aged man gradually subsided again,

Only the rustling of branches and leaves,

It's just that the middle-aged man still opened his mouth, and there were still muddy tears in his red eyes.

"……Little brother,"

Seeing that the middle-aged man stopped crying, the old man sat a little further, and said aloud again,

"...There are times when you are sad, and there is nothing you can't get over."

The old man said to the middle-aged man, and then paused,

"...If so, I really did something wrong. Now that I have figured it out, then try to make up for it. You can feel more at ease in your heart without asking for forgiveness from others."

The old man hunched over and sat, talking to the middle-aged man.

"...It's too late, I can't make up for it."

The middle-aged man raised his head again, looking at the quiet and deserted street, his eyes were dazed, in pain, and there were still some tears in his eyes,

Lowering his head again, he looked at the little football tightly clenched in his hand, trembling with his hands all over his body,

Opening his mouth, the middle-aged man whispered again, saying over and over again,

"...It's too late...It's too late..."

"... I was wrong... I was a beast..."

I don't know if I am answering the old man's words, or saying to myself,

The middle-aged man looked at the small football tightly in his hand, and tears welled up and dripped down his eyes that were getting redder.