This shadow guard is kinda nice

Xiao Yichen went to the medical clinic at the other end, while Mo Ran went to the relatively less affluent suburban areas.

Although Pingyao is as rich as Jinling, there are still places where the poor live, just like under the same sky, there are places where the sun doesn't shine.

It was still early, but the roadside stalls were stunned. Wontons were boiled in a pot over there, and the steam was rising. The steamed buns here were big and white, full of fragrance, and the whole street was filled with smoke and fire.

Although during this period of time, Pingyao seemed to be in panic because of the epidemic, but in general, all kinds of gossips were flying all over the sky, and the government did not come forward to say anything. Didn't pay much attention to it.

There are so many people in Pingyao, it is not necessarily that they will suffer from the disease.There are not a few people who have this idea. No matter what, life will always go on.

Mo Ran came out after having breakfast with Xiao Yichen this morning, so he didn't stay in this street for long, and left straight away.

After crossing this street, he turned several turns before he stopped.As far as he could see, there were all houses with staggered heights. It was a few years old, and large pieces of wall skin were peeling off. He wiped it casually, and some white ash floated on his fingertips.

This is a place near the outskirts, which is commonly known as a slum.

Different from the smoke and fire on the street just now, there is a dilapidated atmosphere everywhere here, as if there is no life at all, just a pool of stagnant water without waves.

Mo Ran stood here for a long time, waiting for the sun to rise slowly, the light shining through the clouds, reflecting the color of the snow, dazzling the eyes.

He twirled his fingers, and the white ash swirled in the air before falling on the snow without a trace.

Mo Ran took a step forward, leaving a string of messy marks behind him.

There is no difference between the inside and the outside of the laneway, the same run-down, but more lively.Mo Ran passed by a house, and there was a man who couldn't tell his age sitting at the door. It was the first lunar month, and there was still thick snow on the ground, but he was wearing a thin shirt, with his head slightly raised. doing what.

Mo Ran glanced at his messy hair sticking to his face, presumably it hadn't been washed for a few days, he retracted his eyes meaninglessly, and walked forward.

The man squinted his eyes slightly, the sun was very comfortable on his body, he watched Mo Ran's figure disappear, and laughed lazily.

I don't know what kind of wind is blowing such a handsome young master to the slums today.

……

Mo Ran went all the way to the deepest part of the alleyway before stopping. He didn't see many people along the way, except for the lazy man sitting by the door at the beginning, he only saw a few scattered people. They all looked numb, looked at him indifferently for a few times, and then ignored him.

This was the last house in the lane. The crumbling door was suddenly opened, and an old man was roughly pushed out.

"Hurry up and don't hurt me."

One door, two worlds, said the people inside the threshold.

The old man failed to stand still and was pushed to the ground. He sat down on the ground, pressing his rough and cracked palms on the cold ground.

Hearing his son's words, the old man's eyes filled with tears instantly, "I..."

The old man trembled and wanted to say something, but the man interrupted impatiently, "Hurry up, or don't blame me for being rude." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and raised it threateningly.

The old man completely silenced now, the pain on his face couldn't be concealed no matter what.

He didn't expect that one day, his son would threaten to be rude to him, although...

A hand passed through the old man's arm and helped him up from the ground. The old man looked in shock at a stern face close at hand.

The old man froze, the grief-stricken expression on his face was too late to put away, it just hung on his face like this, it looked rather funny.

He didn't know when this young man came, and he didn't know why he came to such a place where few people visited.

Mo Ran patted the snow on the old man's body, then raised his head to look directly at the man inside the door, and said to the man indifferently: "No matter what, it's wrong to do anything to the old man."

The man was stunned by his stern appearance at first, he slammed his mouth, and wanted to reply that it's none of your business, but he never had the guts to think about it for a long time, and only said: "Who are you?"

The old man came back to his senses and stood firm. He ignored the dizziness of top-heavy, wiped his face and wiped away the tears.

"Thank you, you're a nice guy," he said.

Mo Ran ignored the man, just looked at the old man and said, "Old man..."

Before Mo Ran had time to say anything, the old man suddenly stepped back a few steps as if thinking of something, Mo Ran stopped talking, and turned his head to watch the old man's movements quietly.

The old man took out a face towel from his arms and wrapped it around his face. After making sure that it was tightly wrapped, he didn't come over and just stood there.

When Mo Ran saw this, he immediately understood that the old man was infected with the disease and was afraid of infecting others, so he stayed so far away.

Then there is a reason why this man drove the old man out.

He set his sights on this man again, with the same look of daring to speak out.

He suddenly felt it was funny, he could still look furious at his relatives, but he could swallow his anger at an unrelated stranger.

Sure enough, human instinct is to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, is it to bully the weak and fear the hard?

The man glanced at the silent old man beside him, smiled wildly at Mo Ran, and said, "I tell you, you are not far from death, the old man has contracted that strange disease, hahahahahahahaha."

The old man felt ashamed under his son's piercing laughter. He was full of apology, and unconsciously took a step forward, wanting to apologize to this handsome young man, but the fact that he was suffering from a strange disease restrained his movements.

He froze in place, didn't even know how to put his hands and feet, the old man was timid, and took another step back.

Mo Ran looked calm, with no expression on his face, he suddenly raised his leg and kicked over.

But in the blink of an eye, before the man had time to react, his body flew out like a kite with a broken string.

When it fell to the ground, the man's screams resounded in the small courtyard.

When the old man heard his son's screams, his body shook. He didn't care too much, so he rushed in to see his son.

He didn't really see what happened just now, he only vaguely saw the young man raise his leg, and then his son's heart-piercing cry was heard next to his ears.

Mo Ran stood aside, watching the old man rush in staggeringly, as if he was about to fall down at any time.

The man was lying on the ground, unable to get up for a long time, his abdomen was kicked by Mo Ran, and now it hurts like a fire, he couldn't help moaning/groaning, wishing to dismantle Mo Ran standing outside, so as to relieve his pain A kick of hate.

The old man saw his son lying on the ground at a glance, and he felt very distressed.Although his son is nestled at home every day, eating his food and drinking his food, doing nothing all day long, kicking himself out of the house because of his fever for several days, and talking coldly to himself, but he doesn't care about all of these.

He only wanted his son to be well, and the rest was not important.

The man's face was on the ground, he watched his father rush in, and couldn't help shouting, "Don't come here."

The old man froze in place, the strength he had just lost, his son's sound of turning away knocked him back to reality.

It is very likely that I have a strange disease, which will be contagious and will die.

There is nothing wrong with the son doing this. He drove himself out and prevented himself from approaching him because he was sick, the old man comforted himself.

Then he raised his hand and said, "Okay, okay, I won't go."

He endured the wave after wave of dizziness caused by the fever, and said to his son who was lying on the ground and glaring at him: "You slowly get up from the ground, the ground is cold."

"There is still Dieda wine at home, you wipe it..."

The man propped up his hands and got up from the ground. He looked past the old man, turned his eyes to Mo Ran who was standing by the door, and then set his eyes on his father.

The pain inside was overwhelming, and he knew that he couldn't beat the man standing by the door, so he could only vent his anger on the old man.

"Go quickly, don't be an eyesore," he pointed at the door, "don't infect your son with that disease."

He deliberately emphasized the word "your son", and then grinned.

All the things my son had done before were not as painful as this time.

This is a child who was brought up by himself, how could he want to infect him with the disease.

The old man's heart was broken over and over again, he had a pale face, and just now he had made up his mind not to drag his son down, but now he couldn't say the promised words.

When his son came forward with the next swear word, he trembled his lips, and finally said, okay.

It was just one word, but he seemed to have exhausted all his strength. He turned around stiffly, and looked at the man who helped him up from the ground and then kicked his son, walking towards him step by step.

As if he was not afraid of being infected by himself, he helped himself out of the gate.

After walking for a while, he looked back, the place where he lived for decades, probably this time, he will say goodbye for a while.

The light became more and more dazzling, they went out of the alley, and Mo Ran said, "Let's go see the doctor."