fool and beggar

This fool has no sense of fun, and his favorite thing to do is to sit on the stairs not far from the entrance of the village.

There are several large municipal trash cans not far from him, and there are piles of flies, but he is far away and cannot fly to him.Those who want to go out also walk around the pile of trash cans.

Looking from a distance, there is only a fool sitting there in that row, like the god of the trash can guarding this pile of garbage.

The God of Trash Can, that group of brats would sometimes call him that, with a mocking tone.But most of them are fools, lunatics, psychopaths, and so on.

Although someone has been sent to check, the fool who checked is just a fool, not crazy or crazy.Otherwise, I would not have been received by the relief center, and I would run out and be left alone.After all, those who are harmful to the people are confined to mental hospitals surrounded by mountains and water.

But the brats don't care. In their eyes, fools and lunatics are similar. What's different is that fools are objects that ordinary brats can throw stones at, while lunatics are things that bold brats can throw stones with.

Fools love to give candy to children. He seems to have a special criterion for judging whether this person is a child to him.

Like now, fools are giving people sugar.

"Here... I'll give you candy... eat, candy... delicious." The fool was wearing a blue long-sleeved shirt, which was a bit too big, covering half of the back of his hand.The exposed skin was neither white nor black, and it was scratched by the sharp object of the trash can in different shades. It was just washed with water, and there were still many old old scars.

The middle school student in front of him frowned, but the idiot didn't pull him, but just reached out to give him candy.The outstretched hand is not close, it is still half a meter away from him.The fool will smile after picking it up, and then sit back on the stairs not far from the trash can and continue to eat candy, and when it is about the same time, he will go back to sleep on the cardboard he spread.Even if you don't pick up the fool, you won't follow you all the time. Usually, just ignore him and go around.

But this middle school student got angry at school today, and the corners of his mouth are still swollen.Fools don't know whether people's faces are good or not.He just punched the fool, knocked the fool to the ground, and the candy spilled out of the fool's swollen pocket.Illuminated by street lamps, it looks like colorful shooting stars splashing on the gray concrete floor.

The idiot knelt and crawled to grab the candy on the ground back into his pocket, and was kicked in the side by the middle school student.That foot should be quite heavy, kicking the idiot so that he lay on the ground clutching his side, still holding a handful of candies that he wanted to put back in his pocket.

With one punch and one kick, the middle school student's pent-up anger eased. He shook his shoulder bag and walked away.

This can be regarded as a kind of daily life, even bastards don’t beat fools anymore, but usually when they meet people who are arrogant and angry, even if this person is not within the fool’s judgment range, if the fool doesn’t give him candy, he will be punished Fist said hello.No reason, no reason.Maybe a bad mood is the reason, and being angry today is the reason.

The weak will always find fulfillment in bullying the weaker.They who are usually dominated by others, at that moment, experienced the pleasure of controlling the fate of others.

The idiot put the handful of candy back into his pocket, and lay face down on the ground with his legs curled up.The hair covering half of his face slid down along with his movements.

Just looking at that face, I definitely don't think it's a fool.That face was delicate, a little thin, and the mouth was pursed because of the pain, like a straight line, like the most hardworking and reliable student in the classroom.

"It hurts...it hurts...my belly...my belly hurts..." No one cried out for pain.Eyebrows twisted together in grievance, screaming in a low voice, I don't know if it hurts, or I'm afraid that screaming too loudly will attract people.

It's useless to look at that face, this demeanor, this tone, there is no doubt that this must be a fool.Not to mention his usual silly actions, as if they were blessing the title of fool.

He finally regained his strength, straightened up, picked up the few candies that he hadn't picked up just now, put them all into his pocket, took out a candy from his pocket, and stuffed it into his mouth.

The sugar is very sweet, and the unknown small workshop does not know how much saccharin is added. It is added as if it is free of money, and it is added as if the saccharin is sponsored.It's so sweet that it's too sweet, a fool only buys this kind of candy, only eats this kind of candy, even though it's really hard to eat.

His hair turned into a ridiculous middle part and hung on his face. He ate the candy and stuffed two more into his mouth, as if he was eating some delicacy in the world. Bend.The light from the street lamp hung on his eyelashes, casting a thick shadow on his face.

"Eat sugar...sugar...delicious." He should only be able to describe sugar with this sentence.He chewed the candy and choked on it. While rubbing his sore side from being kicked just now, he walked towards his sleeping paper.