This psychologist is weird

Chapter 63 The Old Man and the Little Girl
This alley seems to be the place where the old beggar, who had degenerated into a cunning, lived in reality.

It's just that this alley is even narrower, and the passage at the entrance can barely accommodate an adult walking through it head-on, with shoulders rubbing against the walls on both sides.

The walls on both sides are lower than the low tile-roofed houses seen before, and the tiles extending from both sides to the roof of the alley cannot cover the rainwater that is continuously falling on the alley intensively.

It just makes the sky in this alley shorter, and makes people who enter the alley unable to stand upright, and can only squat and move slowly.

Standing at the entrance of the alley, Chen Lun's face was calm, his eyes just fell on the alley in front of him,
Rao Chang, Shu Rou, and Professor Yue, who turned their heads back, also turned their heads back one after another, looking into the cramped and low alley.

In the alley, the dense and rapid rain kept falling, and the rain dripped along the walls on both sides, along the cracked ground on the ground,
After washing past the old man squatting in front of the shed and stove, it flowed to the feet of Chen Lun and the other four, and then bypassed the feet of Chen Lun and the other four.

Behind the old man in the alley, a lot of rainwater has already accumulated in the low-lying places of the barely supported and covered shed. The rainwater penetrates through the gaps between the plastic bags and fertilizer bags on the shed.

It kept dripping into the shed, soaking some messy things in the shed.

In front of the shed, the old man squatting in front of the stove,

His face was the same as that of the old beggar in the previous information.

It's just that the clothes on her body are not ragged and dirty, but a set of clothes that are a little faded after washing, and they are still clean.
At this moment, the clothes were already drenched by the dense rain, and water was dripping down.

But the old man in clean clothes is still covered with dirt like a beggar,
The hair on the head that has not been trimmed for an unknown period of time is stuck to some dirt, and the hair is draped on the back,

On the hands that were exposed from the sleeves of the clothes, the palms were fairly clean, but the backs of the hands were covered with black stains, and there was also a lot of mud hidden in the fingernails.

now,

The old man was in the alley, squatting in front of the stove where the old kettle was already placed,

In his hand, he held a matchbox that had been soaked by the rain. The matchbox was pushed away by the slightly trembling hand of the old man.

In the matchbox, lay a few matches, take out a match,

The old man looked again at the stove surrounded by half-bricks, the kettle on the stove, and the steamed buns on the lid of the kettle.

The old man seemed to want to light the fire in the stove, boil some water, and scald the steamed buns on the lid of the kettle.

Holding the match in his hand, the old man stroked the matchbox carefully,
There was an obvious mark on the matchbox, but the match was not ignited.

The old man changed the direction of the match in his hand, trembling, carefully stroked it again,

No fire was ignited, only the kindling on the match was wiped clean, the match was broken, and it was soaked by the rain on his hands.

The wet clothes and trousers on the old man flowed continuously down the sleeves and trouser legs. The rainwater seemed to be stained with some mud from the old man's body and became dirty. The washed rainwater flowed on the ground Smudged open.

The old man threw the broken half of the match into the stove, then turned around,
Looking at the matchbox that was gradually soaked by my own wet and dripping hands,

After a pause, he turned his head and raised his hands, as if he wanted to find a place to wipe off the rain on his hands.
It's just that wherever he looked, he couldn't see a place that wasn't wet by the rain.

"……whee……"

And at this moment, outside the alley,
Behind the four of Chen Lun, there was a burst of laughter from a little girl, as if a little girl was playing around on the street outside the alley.

"……whee……"

Rao Chang, Shu Rou, and Professor Yue turned their heads one after another to look at the street outside the alley.

However, only the sound of the little girl playing and laughing, who seemed to be close at hand, could be heard, but there was no figure of the little girl in sight.

Chen Lun didn't turn his head, his eyes were calm, and he landed in the alley.

alley.

The old man seemed to have heard the little girl's laughter,
"...It's almost there, it's almost there."

"The water is boiled, and the steamed buns are hot enough to eat..."

Mouth opened and closed, as if whispering,

The old man vigorously shook off the rainwater on his hands, and his whole squatting body was trembling.

The old man was stretching out his hand, and in the dense and rapid rain, he took out a match from the already wet matchbox,

Time and time again, I want to ignite the fire in the stove.

It's just that it has never been able to do so.

Even if the old man was careful, there was no light coming from the top of the match,

It's just to kill the igniter on the top of the match again and again, and break the wet match,
The rubbing strips attached to the matchbox were also gradually soaked by the falling rainwater, the rainwater flowing from the old man’s body.
Got scratched by a match again,
On the matchbox, only the paper scraps soaked by the rain were left, but the old man still held the match and stroked the matchbox carefully.

And outside the alley,

The little girl's laughter has been ringing close at hand,

It seems to be chasing moths, it seems to be watching ants,

It seems to be reaching out to catch the rain, it seems to be playing around,

It seemed that the next moment, the old man lit the fire, boiled the water, and scalded the steamed buns, and the girl would come back.

In front of the stove surrounded by a few half bricks.

The last match held in the old man's hand was only half a small wooden stick.
The matchbox soaked by the rain in his hand, I don’t know if it’s a half stick, or the fingernails of the old man pinching the stick, and cut it into soaked shreds of paper.
Rotten in the hands of the old man,

The old man finally stopped,
In the dark and cramped alley, there was no light of fire,

It's just that there are a few more broken matches in the non-combustible stove.

The old man spread his hands, looking at the scraps of paper rotting in his hands.

And this time,
Outside the alley, the voice of the little girl who had been laughing also disappeared, as if she had never appeared.

Inside and outside the alley, calm down again.

Only the sound of rainwater falling in the alley remains,

The dense and rapid rain, mercilessly, hit the old man's open palm,

On the palm of his hand, there were only some soaked shreds of paper left, and he washed it away.

The old man's eyes followed the rainwater flowing on the ground, and the scraps of paper that were taken away were turning,

That was what he intended to light the fire with,

The old man suddenly stretched out his hand to grab,
just caught nothing,
The old man squatted and stopped his movements.

Let go of your hand, and the last half of the matchstick fell into the rain and was washed away.

The old man stood up, hunched over in the low alley,
He reached out and picked up the kettle on the stove, tilting the kettle,
I poured out all the water in the kettle and poured it into the rainwater that had been washed on the ground.

The lid of the kettle fell to the ground and tumbled several times.

Several steamed buns placed on the kettle, scattered on the ground,
On the white, black stains stick to it, soaked by the rain.

Standing upright, the old man walked out of the alley with the kettle in hand.

Professor Yue stepped aside,

Chen Lun's gaze fell in front of him, and he took a step to the side.

The old man walked past the four of them with a water bottle, but he didn't seem to see them.

Just following closely, the old man disappeared from sight,

He approached again from a distance with a kettle in hand, and then walked into the alley.

Bending his back, the old man approached the stove in the alley.

Put the kettle on the stove, followed by squatting in front of the stove,

Carefully, he took out the bag of steamed buns from his arms, carefully placed them on the water bottle one by one,

He stretched out his hand again, and took out another box of matches from his bosom.

With trembling hands, I pushed away the matchbox that was beginning to get wet from the rain,

Try to light the fire in the stove again,

It seems to start another repetition.

(End of this chapter)