The fragrant old lotus leaves were peeled open, revealing the golden and attractive whole chicken inside. Old Tang swallowed his saliva and looked at it eagerly.
"Meeting is fate, let's eat with open arms."
Unexpectedly, the beggar acted very grandly and didn't take the previous grudge to heart at all.
"Woo...Woo...Hmm..."
Old Tang, the dirty thief, acted quickly. He immediately ignored the steaming chicken body, tore off a piece of leg meat, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it, and mumbled his thanks.
"Hey, you're really not polite at all. Stop, stop, leave some for me."
When the old beggar saw the guy's gobbling attitude, he changed his image of a magnanimous man and quickly reached out to fish out the beggar's chicken. Neither of them said a word, but just puffed their cheeks and stared at each other like a dog guarding food. I'm afraid I'll be slow to eat.
"Ah..., it feels so good..."
After a while, Old Tang carelessly touched his belly, leaned shamelessly in front of the old gate with paint peeling off, and let out a happy orgasm.
"Hey, boy, what's going on here? I think back then when the emperor hosted a banquet for all the Han people, I could only eat half full."
The old beggar sat next to him, also leaning on the rolling shutter door, and took out a small wooden stick from somewhere to pick his teeth.
Old Tang rolled his eyes angrily. It is now the 21st century. The whole world has been liberated. There are still only a few countries with constitutional monarchs, let alone an emperor who holds real power. Just assume that he is delirious and talking nonsense.
It's pitiful to think about it. If he didn't have any mental problems, he wouldn't end up living on the streets.
At this thought, Old Tang's eyes towards the old man beside him became pitiful.
"Don't look at me like that, and don't look at what you look like now. You look more like a beggar than a beggar."
The old tramp just glanced with his obsidian eyes, and he seemed to be able to see clearly what was in Old Tang's heart, and he said with disdain.
"Hey, I just don't understand. Now that the country is becoming more and more prosperous, why do you still choose to wander?"
The young man whose thoughts had been read gave him an honest smile, which made him look even more harmless when paired with his already thick black eyebrows.
"Without it, I see that everyone in the world is burdened by mundane things and lives a mediocre life. Nothing can compare to the freedom and freedom of having the heaven and the earth as your bed and a green bamboo stick as you walk and stop."
The old beggar crossed his legs and spoke in a high-pitched voice as if humming a tune, like a fairy playing on the human world in a biography.
“If you don’t have enough to eat, don’t wear warm clothes, and have a cold draft in your sleeping place, can you still be considered comfortable?”
Old Tang was really attracted by the unique aura in the old beggar's words, but when he thought about it, it seemed that this was not the case.
The old man's face, which looked like a layer of black paint, instantly darkened, and even the layers of wrinkles were visible. He stared angrily at the young man next to him, and finally uttered only one sentence.
"You can't teach a child. You are a fool. You can't see through the riches and honors in this world, and you can't enter my Taoism."
"Hey, I'm not as capable as you. When I was in high school, I was washing dishes in a fast food restaurant in the United States. At that time, I was watching the customers arriving in the store, and I thought about driving a Lexus one day.
RX350, buy a vacation villa on the coast of Florida, and find a beautiful girlfriend, this life will be complete. "
Old Tang rested his hands on the back of his head and leaned against the door comfortably, letting his eyes wander aimlessly.
"Oh? Have you realized this wish now?"
the homeless man asked as he picked his teeth. _o_m
"Well, I've done some dangerous tasks over the years, and I've made some quick money. I was supposed to be able to make it after completing this one, but unfortunately something happened."
The young man nodded silently, his eyes a little sad.
In fact, he just wanted to set an unattainable goal for himself like those born in the slums, so that he could have a head start in his chaotic life.
Just living in the small apartment building he called "home" near the train platform, listening to the roar of high-speed trains crossing the track many nights, Old Tang would really feel lonely, as if he had been tortured by the long wait. Flat corners.
"Sorry, I was a little distracted."
The young man suddenly started to wake up.
"The look in your eyes just now was very deep and lonely, with that kind of temperament that has lasted for thousands of years.
As cold as the stars that have been hanging in the night, he does not look like an energetic young man. "
The old beggar made a sound when he heard this.
Old Tang instantly felt as if his whole body had been penetrated, and he was trembling a little.
"Young man, it's time to find a partner."
Just when Old Tang thought that the secret he had always dreamed about in his dreams was about to be revealed, the old beggar stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, causing the young man to freeze in place.
"ah?"
Old Tang's simple and happy face became embarrassed, and he scratched the back of his head in embarrassment.
"Winter is here, can spring be far behind? If there is a girl you like, go and chase her before it snows."
The old tramp's emotional words made the young man stunned on the spot and sweating profusely.
"This...actually...that...I..."
Old Tang was a little bit embarrassed. He didn't dare to tell the homeless man next to him that he actually didn't have a girl he liked, or even a girl he could usually talk to.
The only woman he had any affection for was a divorced aunt who lived in the apartment building next door with a six-year-old daughter when he first moved here and worked as a sales clerk in a department store and supermarket.
It doesn't matter that she is an aunt. The woman is only thirty years old and has a mixed-race appearance. She has the gentleness of an Easterner and the three-dimensionality of a Westerner. @·No mistake first~~
It is said that she couldn't bear her husband's cheating, so she went to the court to file for divorce angrily. Since her property had already been transferred by her husband through various operations, she had no choice but to live with her daughter in a slum area of Brooklyn.
But she is a very kind person, and she always takes out some of the food that is about to expire in the supermarket in advance to help herself when she is in a difficult life.
"Really, then why don't you go after her."
Listening to Old Tang's half-covered narration, the homeless man could sense the regret in his words.
"Because I have no money. This is a very real thing. Especially in capitalist countries like the United States, people without money may be able to gain short-term happiness, but they cannot gain long-term happiness. It seems that you have begun to accept the world. , and understand how brutal and real it is.”
Old Tang somewhat understood what the homeless man said.
"Hope to see you again in the future, Ronald Down."
Under the old man's sloppy and dirty appearance, only his dark and shiny eyes attracted attention like a whirlpool at the edge of a black hole.
He solemnly stretched out his hand and patted Old Tang on the shoulder. The young man was in a daze, and the figure of the old beggar had disappeared.
If it weren't for the broken pieces of clay and the spitted chicken bones all over the floor, Old Tang would have even doubted the presence of this person.
"No, how does he know my full name?"
After coming back to his senses, Old Tang murmured to himself. Even when narrating the story, he did not mention his name.
But when Old Tang thought about it carefully, he had a creepy premonition that this old homeless man was very dangerous, and if he had acted slightly wrong just now, he would probably die on the spot.
Perhaps it was an illusion. The young man shook his head. The limitation of his brain capacity no longer allowed him to think wildly. .