"The first snowfall of 2002,
He came a little later than usual.
The No. 2 bus parked on the eighth floor... "
A shop on the street outside the bus was playing Dao Lang's song on the stereo,
At the same time,
Zhou Ze saw outside the bus window,
It started to snow,
By the roadside,
It was actually covered in pure white snow.
Today was June 27th, a big summer,
It was snowing.
The bus arrived at the stop again and stopped
The old man suddenly appeared on the curb outside the bus. His hands were in the pockets of his green coat, and his liberation shoes were stepping in the snow. His body was trembling a little, and he kept exhaling white air from his mouth.
Before the door closed, Zhou Ze jumped out of the bus. This made the bus driver curse a few times in fright, "You're courting death!"
Phew..
Cold,
It was indeed cold,
It was clearly summer,
It suddenly became winter.
However, Zhou Ze, who was wearing thin clothes, did not find it too hard to accept. He was a man who needed to hug a female zombie to sleep every day. He had even slept in the freezer before.
"Young people, it's good to be hot-tempered."
The old man sized up Zhou Ze and said enviously.
"What's going on?" Zhou Ze asked.
"It's fake, it's all fake."
The old man reached out and caught some snowflakes. He continued, "It's a very simple illusion. You don't want to wake up and want to continue watching, so I brought you to continue watching.
It's been so many years,
I also want to find someone to talk to.
You killed me,
You have the right to chat with me.
How about it, let's continue walking?
If you don't want to leave, this simple environment won't be able to trap you. "
As the old man spoke, he lowered his head and began to walk forward.
What he said was right.
This was a very simple illusion,
The switch was very stiff. Compared to the great horror of the yin-yang book's "Silent Nourishment", this scene seemed a little too simple and crude.
But just as the old man had said,
The value of a student's oil painting did not necessarily depend entirely on the quality of the painting, but also depended on her father's status.
This illusion could not trap Zhou Ze, but Zhou Ze only lowered his head and continued to follow the old man against the snowflakes.
He wanted to see, he wanted to see,
This thing that even the person in his body could not completely kill,
This guy who dared to take the initiative to come and chat after being killed,
His true face,
What exactly was it!
Although in Zhou Ze's heart,
Actually, he already had an answer, but he still needed more confirmation.
The old man seemed to be opening his heart to him, and Zhou Ze would not reject him.
The snow was getting heavier.
After walking for a while, the old man seemed to be unable to walk anymore. He squatted down by the roadside and took out a tobacco pipe. Fiddling with the tobacco leaves, he started smoking.
When he saw Zhou Ze standing beside him, he even passed his pipe to Zhou Ze, asking Zhou Ze if he wanted to smoke.
Zhou Ze knelt down too. He took out his cigarette and lit it.
One old and one young.
Squatting by the roadside,
They let the snowflakes fall on their heads, shoulders, and slopes.
He smoked in silence.
The old man did not speak, and neither did Zhou Ze.
But what should come.
It was bound to come.
"I really want to die."
The old man spat a mouthful of phlegm on the ground, then coughed a few times. "I'm tired, really."
The old man's two "true" words revealed a sense of helplessness.
I wanted to die, but I couldn't.
This kind of helplessness.
In the eyes of most people, it was easy to stand and talk. Many people were envious of it!
Since ancient times, how many people had dreamed of immortality? How many kings were obsessed with it? How many nobles were willing to do anything for it?
But the strange thing was …
Zhou Ze could tell that the old man was speaking from the bottom of his heart.
He wanted to die.
But he couldn't die.
This was not pretentious, but the most genuine helplessness buried in the deepest part of the old man's heart.
"What exactly are you?" Zhou Ze asked again.
"Oh, you still can't tell?"
The old man smiled and tapped his pipe on the curb. "Or, you've already seen it, but you don't dare to believe it, right?"
Just as the old man finished speaking,
A group of people walked over from the opposite side of the road.
They were holding banners.
They were holding signs.
They were shouting slogans.
People kept joining.
The shouts resounded through the clouds, dispersing the chill of winter and making it hot. It was like the blazing sun in the sky, and summer had reappeared.
"%% ¥¥!"
"%%... &!"
The slogans were neat.
The few people in the lead seemed to have been injected with chicken blood. Their faces were flushed and they were extremely excited.
This group walked past Zhou Ze and the old man. Some of them saw the old man and Zhou Ze who were squatting there smoking. Many people's eyes revealed disdain.
It was as if they were looking at a group of numb compatriots, a group of rigid compatriots.
They mourned for their misfortune and were angry at their lack of ambition!
Zhou Ze scratched his head.
The old man laughed out loud.
After laughing, he continued,
"I want to die. Why can't the person in your body kill me? No, he can kill me, but he can't kill me right now. Perhaps he's not willing to spend so much energy to kill me."
The old man stood up as he spoke.
The pipe smashed at the tree in front of him.
There were no landslides and water flows.
There was no domineering aura of "Lu Zhishen uprooting the weeping willow."
The old man shook himself until the web between his thumb and index finger hurt.
He covered his finger and jumped a few times on the ground.
"There's another possibility. He can tell that I want to die but can't, so he deliberately let me live so that I can continue to suffer this torture!
Damn it.
I didn't offend him.
"He's really ruthless. If I don't die completely, I'll come back after a while. Someone will die because of me. That person doesn't care. He doesn't care about human lives. He just doesn't feel comfortable when he sees me. He would rather let me continue to suffer like this.
"How vicious. He simply disregards human life."
The old man continued to curse.
Zhou Ze saw a few people coming out from the back of the group. They walked to a car beside them and looked around a Mitsubishi car.
The car door opened, and two tall and strong men walked out. The two groups of people looked at each other for a while before the group of people left. The two men who got out of the car got into the car again.
As the group of people walked, they stopped beside a Toyota car not far away.
They seemed to have seen who was sitting in the car.
They began to point at the people inside through the window and curse.
They began to scold.
They began to educate.
They even began to spit.
They were impassioned, they were full of energy, they were full of passion. Even if they looked, they were not very young. They had bald bellies and old-fashioned tattoos on their shoulders.
As the cursing continued,
More and more people began to gather around. Some were watching, some were taking photos, and some were cheering.
The few people who had surrounded the car at the beginning began to get more and more excited. The encouragement of the people around them seemed to give them unlimited strength.
They felt that they were in the limelight.
They felt that they were supreme.
They even felt that.
They were shining!
Finally.
One person could not resist this impulse.
He jumped onto the roof of the car and began to jump.
As he stepped on it, he shouted. As he jumped, he cursed.
He was intoxicated.
He was self-centered.
He was unstoppable!
The other person was not to be outdone. He picked up the wrench that he had prepared a long time ago. Under the exclamations of the crowd, he smashed it at the windshield!
"Pa!"
A large crack appeared on the windshield.
They vented their anger. Even if the enemy was thousands of miles away, even if the person sitting inside had the same ID as them.
But they felt glorious and great. Amidst the cheers of the people around him, he felt that he was not waving a wrench, but a broadsword. He was like a character in a divine drama that would be played on every TV station in the middle of the night.
It was as if around him.
There were the whistling of bullets.
There was the noise of artillery fire.
There was the smoke of burning gunpowder.
He was determined.
Resolute.
Calm.
Time and time again, he raised his wrench and smashed it against the window and the door.
It was as if he was not smashing a car.
It was an armored tank belonging to the enemy.
He was a Polish soldier.
Blowing the horn of charge, protecting his country, protecting his people, launching a great charge against the torrent of steel!
Although there were millions of people,
This was his belief at this moment!
The people around him kept cheering and cheering.
It was as if they were about to usher in a great victory.
Dawn.
It was right in front of them!
They would prove their courage, bare their minds, and show their backbone!
They were excited, they were boiling, and they were in high spirits!
Finally.
The car door was pushed open from the inside.
The people inside got out of the car in fear.
It was a woman in ordinary clothes. On the other side, a girl also got out of the car. The girl was crying, shouting, and cursing.
The woman kept pleading with these people.
However, there was no turning back. On the battlefield, there was only charge. There was no retreat!
They pushed the woman away and continued to smash the car. They shouted at her and pointed at the car's logo, cursing her despicableness, her shamelessness, and her indecency.
Zhou Ze, who was standing at the side, took a deep breath when he saw this.
The old man changed his cigarette and continued to smoke.
"Is it interesting?" Zhou Ze asked.
"The answer you want is here." The old man blew out a smoke ring. "I want to die."
The old man kept saying this. It was like what Xianglin Sao said to everyone she met: I only know that when it snows, the wild beasts have no food in the col and will come to the village. I didn't know that there would be spring too..
The woman got up and went to stop the person who smashed the car.
But the person holding the wrench next to her.
He directly smashed the wrench down!
"Bang!"
The sound of a head cracking.
It was crisp.
It was also stuffy.
The woman fell to the ground.
Blood kept flowing out.
In this white winter snow all around, the sky was white.
This smear of red.
It was so dazzling.
Zhou Ze pursed his lips and told himself that this was an illusion.
Turning his head, Zhou Ze was surprised to find that the old man who had been standing beside him smoking had disappeared again.
Then.
When Zhou Ze looked at the car again.
He saw the pool of blood.
It reflected the old man's figure.
His face was haggard.
His gaze was messy.
He was crying.
He was shouting.
He was making a scene.
He was begging loudly.
"I want to die.