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When he came back, the tramp had disappeared.And it didn't show up for several days.

There are as many poor people as there are in this world, and they cannot be pitiful.Yue Fang only thought about it.Let's go, everyone is clean.

Unexpectedly, the homeless man got up under his canopy at some point, scaring the neighbors who bought steamed buns.

Yue Fang was only busy inside and out.I have to prepare the materials for tomorrow morning, cook the meals, and then check the water, electricity and gas before going upstairs to rest.

Except for the addition of a small staircase, the upstairs house is not much different from other houses in this old-fashioned house.The house is facing north and south, less than fifty square meters, the layout is not bad, with a small balcony.Two bedrooms, the one facing the north is small, facing the street, in addition to two old cabinets for storage, there is also a shrine for Mr. Guan; the one facing the south is quite large, but empty, with only one bed A table, a chair and a TV cabinet are all.The furniture is made of good materials, with flowers carved on it, and it looks old.Between the two bedrooms is the bathroom, which also has an old-fashioned deep bathtub.

These things were all left by the old owner of the house, and Yue Fang hadn't touched them.He is lazy in these trivial matters and can get by.There is a house to sleep in, and a bed to sleep in. If there is neither a house nor a bed, it’s okay to sleep on the road.It can be said that he is quite a doable person.

But it's been two years since he moved here for business, and he's quite happy with the house now.Especially that bathtub.After a long day of exhaustion, put the hot water in and lie down for a while, it will relieve fatigue and make you feel comfortable.

There are two times in a day when the small steamed food shop owner can take a breather: one is in the afternoon, and the other is just before going to bed at night.Soak in a hot bath and calculate your income for the day.Then watch TV for a while, or listen to the radio, surf the Internet... In short, whatever you do, you're quite comfortable.

Finally, around nine o'clock, people began to doze off, and it was almost time for sleep.Before turning off the light, he glanced abruptly, only to find that the potted flowers on the window sill were all bald.Yue Fang only looked at it carefully for a while, and felt that it was too late to save him, so he threw the flowers and pots into the trash can.

The old flower seller insisted on giving it to him, saying it was Gardenia, a southern flower.At that time, it was very rare, the big white flowers, fragrant, reminded him of the snow-white steamed buns and the clouds in the sky.

Before it fell into his hands, it began to drop leaves.But this is also normal, Yue Fang has only lived for 30 years, and can't support anything except himself.

If you can't support it, you can't support it.Anyway, now that one person is full, the whole family is not hungry.

He yawned and fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes.

At 04:30 in the morning, Yue Fang just got up as usual, tidied up and got ready to work.As soon as the door opened, the cold air from outside rushed in.

He subconsciously glanced at the canopy.The homeless man is huddled on the back of his motorcycle, lifeless.

It's fucking.Yue Fang's heart sank slightly.Don't kill me at the door.He walked over with his coat on.Before he got close, the homeless man opened his eyes—still in the same dazed and chaotic state.

Oh, not dead.Yue Fang only paused, turned around and went back.

In October, the dawn was late, and the sky was still dark at this time, and the air was cold and dry.There were no pedestrians on the street, but occasionally the sound of trucks could be heard, which came from other counties or suburbs to pull seasonal fruits and vegetables to the morning market.There are also sporadic shops opened in the distance, all of which are early shops, just like Yue Fangzhi, earning money for getting up early.

Time is tightest in the early morning, so we can only steam steamed buns.Because steamed buns are made by machines.In the end, the face powder drops out one by one from the exit, just pick them up on the cage and that's it.

Tall steamers were quickly piled up on the two stoves at the entrance of the shop.

Yue Fang only went in and out for a long time, and when he was able to catch his breath, the flour delivery truck arrived.

Opening a dry food store requires a lot of food.A bag of white flour can hardly make four drawers of steamed buns.He usually uses more than ten bags a day, and before the holidays, this number will double.In addition to white noodles, there are corn noodles and bran noodles, as well as red beans and white sugar.These things are sent here regularly by the people he contacted.

The flour delivery master, surnamed Guan, was in his forties, with big ears and a dark complexion.He comes to deliver goods once a week, and Yue Fang and Yue Fang are just old acquaintances.The big truck drove over overnight from the grain processing factory in the north, and it had to deliver to several places along the way. Jixiang Street was the first stop.The car does not go into the alley, but only parks at the street corner.Master Guan got out of the car for convenience, he just nodded casually at Yue Fang, and threw the key over: "You can carry it yourself."

Yue Fang only started to unload the goods with ease.Fifty catties of noodles per bag, ten bags in batches, unloaded and piled on a small trolley, and pushed to the small warehouse in the store.You can't just throw things away after entering the warehouse.It should be picked up and put on the shelf layer by layer, and put away neatly, and must not be thrown on the ground—otherwise the bottom one will be damp.The unused food from the last batch should be put aside and used first, otherwise it will be stale if it accumulates.

He was always careful about these things.Those who come to buy steamed buns are regular customers, and they eat at the same store for years.Even if something is a little wrong, it can't fool other people's tongues.To do business for a long time, it depends on these details.

After the hundred bags of food were put away, Master Guan shouted outside: "Hey, hey, go to the other side, don't put it here!"

Yue Fang just wiped the sweat off his face: "What's wrong?"

Master Guan frowned and said, "Here comes a fool, I'm afraid I'll overturn your steamer."

The homeless man had ducked back behind the motorcycle.All that could be seen was a head of trembling messy hair.

Yue Fang only glanced at it: "It's all right."

"It's too late if something happens." Master Guan looked like he had seen the world: "Let me tell you, people's hearts are broken now. We have them in the county town, and they come from somewhere else. Raise a few crazy people, not crazy, not stupid. Stupid, just touch porcelain on the dirt road. If you drive the car well, he will rush out from some corner at the other end, and he can't hide. He's injured and dead, huh, wait to lose money .”

Yue Fang had actually heard of this.Whether you report to the police or not, you will inevitably lose money, it's just a question of how much you lose.Therefore, he didn't show any surprise: "Not at all. I'll make you some hot tea and take it away, good tea."

After pouring tea and stuffing a pack of cigarettes, it was regarded as seeing off Master Guan.

Yue Fang only turned his head, and found that the homeless man got out from under the canopy at some point, and was squatting by the stove.Yue Fang understood it just by thinking about it, and it was warm by the stove.

You are afraid of everyone, but you are not afraid of me.Yue Fang just said: Damn, I'm not aggressive enough now or something.Then he remembered the consequences of being aggressive in his early years, and laughed at himself.If you are not fierce, you are not fierce.Life will be more peaceful if you live in a wimpy manner.

He looked at the homeless man for a while, but he still couldn't bear it after all.So I went back upstairs and rummaged through it, and found an old coat.I found another large water glass and filled it with hot water.When he returned to the door of the store, he found that the homeless man was still in that position by the stove.Yue Fang just passed the things over: "Put on your clothes first, hold this to cover your hands, and drink a couple of sips when you are thirsty. Don't put it on the stove, it will burn you and touch yours, I can't explain clearly." .”

The homeless man lowered his head, didn't answer, and muttered, but there was no sound.

Yue Fang was very melancholy, thinking that he was not only crazy and stupid, but also dumb.So he had to forcefully put the coat on him, and stuffed the water glass into his hand.

The tramp finally raised his head, his eyes were black and black, like a puppy.He whimpered.

Yue Fang was so looked at by him that he couldn't tell what it was like, so he had no choice but to raise his hand to chase him away: "Go, go, go back to the canopy, and I'll get you two steamed buns when they're ready."

"I said why does he look so familiar with the old coat on his body." Old Fu took a big bite of the steamed buns, and said vaguely, "The love is yours."

Yue Fang just scooped up meatballs in the spinach soup without making a sound.

Lao Fu took a sip of the vermicelli in the soup: "Let me tell you, you have thought about it."

How could Yue Fang not know what he meant.However, he still asked confidently: "Why don't you just give him some old clothes, what do you think about it?"

"Hey, people are such a thing. If you take care of him once, it's hard to guarantee that there won't be a second or third time. Turn around and be careful that this person is dependent on you. It's best not to talk to him at the beginning. If he gets involved, won't he cause trouble for himself? .”

Yue Fang only mocked: "You mean yourself."

The rich old man was in his late forties, a greasy middle-aged man with big arms and round waist, his hair fell out so that only the top of his head could be used as a light bulb.He opened a hot pot restaurant on Jixiang Street, and usually took pleasure in flirting with the pretty proprietress of the barber shop next door, and he had always had a good relationship with Yue Fangzhi.Earlier, there was a little girl at the south end of Lijixiang Street who was abused by her family. She ran into his shop by accident, and he cooked a small bowl of mutton for them.Later, the little girl would occasionally come over to eat and drink with confidence.

Old Fu ignored his teasing, and reminded: "It looks like winter is coming."

The weather is getting colder every day, and when the snow starts to fall, there will be hardly any living things on the streets.The same goes for homeless people.

At worst, I'll pick him up, just because there is a shortage of helpers in the store.As soon as this idea came out, Yue Fang couldn't help but started rubbing his teeth again.Well, it's not as easy as it seems.If his surname Yue was a rich man with nothing to do, picking up a few poor people would be regarded as doing good deeds and accumulating virtue.The problem is he is not.

Yue Fang only sighed rarely, and suddenly remembered the year before last.When winter entered the year before last, he picked up a puppy.That little thing bit him the first day, and he ran to get an injection, which cost him thousands of dollars.Later, he was very obedient, knowing that Yue Fang only treated him well, but he guessed that he was born with poor health. After two months of care, he was sick for four or five times.Yue Fang only took it in and out of the pet hospital for a while, but he couldn't keep it after all.Two months later, he picked up another kitten, and it ended in the same way.

Cats and dogs are all picked up, why can't people pick them up.Yue Fang just thought about it without thinking.That human life is definitely more valuable than the life of an animal.

The problem probably lies here.he thinks.Just because it's too expensive, it's troublesome.Besides, that's not a normal person.

He finished his dinner in Lao Fu's shop, and walked back with a bag of white-cut mutton.

The bum was still under the awning, wrapping his old overcoat tightly.

Yue Fang only looked at him for a while, and finally entered the door quietly and locked it as usual.

He didn't sleep well that night.In the dream, he carried steamed buns and pot lids with others, the kind where benches, tables and chairs flew together.

At 04:30, Yue Fang was only woken up on time by the alarm clock.He yawned and felt that the sky outside seemed a little dark.

Putting on clothes and going out, the north wind rushed towards me with snow particles.Yue Fang only shivered violently, and then his heart sank suddenly.He turned his head and saw behind the carport the homeless man lying on the ground with his old overcoat loosely draped.

There was a small puddle of rust-colored liquid on the ground near his head.