fool and beggar

The fool is back.After the sun rises, people are busy running for their lives, stepping across puddles in a hurry, disturbing the reflection in the water, splashing water droplets with mud, falling on the body, leaving a small spot on the leather shoes, trousers and stockings. The lumps are unsightly muddy.

The fool walked to the narrow alley, put the wet clothes in bags on the ground, and covered them with paper.

He shyly pulled his overlong clothes. The clothes were dry before, but now they were a little damp from the steam on his body.He was still stepping on that pair of slippers, only one of which was good, and the other one was broken by a small half.The fool's heel stepped on the ground.He is tall and has big feet. The slippers are a little too small, and his feet are squeezed so ridiculously.

It rained last night and it's a little cooler today.The idiot rolled up his trousers, and his exposed legs were covered with mud from stepping on puddles just now.He put the trousers down, and there were two or three drops on the trousers, but not many, not as many as the ankles and calves.

The idiot squeezed the newly bought steamed stuffed bun in his hand, squatted down beside the big garbage bag, and when he squatted down, he pulled up his trouser legs, exposing his ankles, showing a shy look at the big black garbage bag. The smile was silly, the corners of the mouth were pursed together and lifted up.Facing a big garbage bag, he could still smile a little shyly.

The fool reached out and poked the garbage bag.

The force was very light, and after a few pokes, the big garbage bag was lifted off, and the water in it was heavy.Half of it splashed on the fool all at once, soaking the clothes he had just changed after taking a shower.

The teenager was still in shock. He sat up and took a few deep breaths, as if he was having difficulty breathing.

He took a few breaths, his hand was stuffed into a warm and soft thing, and he squeezed it subconsciously as if he hadn't recovered.The absent-minded eyes moved down and saw the bun in his hand, and it was as if he was pulled back to the real world.

"It's you?" The boy looked at the idiot who was squatting in front of him. His hair was wet and sticking to his face.

"Buns... eat..." The fool looked at him and secretly smiled at him.

He thought he was covering it up very well, but the boy didn't know.As everyone knows, although he smiles with a small arc, his whole body is written with the expression that I am very happy.

Seeing that the young man refused to eat, he tilted his head and thought for a while, then said "ah", stood up, and found a few candies from his trouser pocket.There are only a few candies.He knelt down and carefully placed the candy in the boy's hand.

Hands touched lightly, his hands had just been washed, and the boy's hands were dirtier than his.But he quickly withdrew his hand, repeatedly rubbed the place where he touched the boy just now, and lowered his head.

"Sugar... also eat."

The young man saw a few more wounds on his hands, which were very fresh, and looked like they had just been scratched, and the wound had just stopped bleeding, revealing pink flesh.

He immediately knew where the bun in his hand came from.

"Hands...not dirty...just washed..." The fool quickly looked up, saw the young man staring at his hands, then quickly lowered his head, like a frightened little quail.He thought the boy thought he was dirty, so he hastily explained that he had already washed it clean.

Being disliked by others for many years is like accumulating sand in the heart. Every time someone dislikes you, there will be one more grain. The more people dislike you, the more sand will gradually accumulate.If there is no gap in the heart, the sand can still squeeze up until the entire heart canal is blocked.But suddenly one day, a small hole was opened in my heart, and all the sand leaked out from that hole, turning into grievances.

The fool's left chest felt sore.He lowered his head even lower, and his voice became softer. He didn't have the confidence to make the boy believe him.He just wanted to fold his head into his chest so that the boy would not see him.