The temperature in the Yangtze River Delta had dropped drastically recently. Although it was Jiangnan and the four seasons were distinct, the four seasons were not necessarily beautiful.
It could not be compared to Chengdu's heavenly province, which was warm in winter and cool in summer. It could not be compared to the comfort of eating popsicles in the house with the heater on in some areas further north.
Large-scale heating was actually considered to have stopped here. It was not popularized here, and the cold and humid winter here was often more and more difficult to endure.
Perhaps it could not be seen from the temperature, but someone had to personally experience the real cold.
The old Daoist walked down the street while trembling his hands and feet,
He had traveled all over the world in his life and had been to countless places. He had seen all kinds of storms and waves, but he had no choice but to accept his old age.
He slowly liked the milder climate,
He had once stayed in Foshan in Guangzhou for a long time, but he really could not stand the heat
He had also stopped in this Jiangnan water town, but he still could not love it.
He had planned to stay in Chengdu forever,
However, the good times did not last long,
More than a year ago, it was estimated that two days before New Year's Eve had changed,
The prosperity of Chengdu instantly turned into a bubble.
However, the old Daoist was also an optimist, and at the same time, he was also a contented person. Besides, no matter where he went, there were always girls who opened hair salons waiting for him by the roadside.
Don't worry about not having a confidant on the road ahead. Who in the world doesn't know you,
With the old Daoist,
He got a different interpretation.
A gust of cold wind blew,
The old Daoist shrank his neck again,
But he also stopped in his tracks,
The sign of a small shop in front of him,
Fell into his eyes.
It turned out to be a photo studio. It was very small and very cramped.
When most people mentioned Shanghai, they would think of high-rise buildings, heavy traffic, and the shocking housing prices.
Actually,
No matter how big a city was, it had its bright spots, and it also had its down-to-earth spots.
For example, this small street. In fact, not far from the car, there were many prosperous buildings, but here, it still looked a little shabby and cramped.
There were people in this city who were bright and beautiful, so naturally, there were more people who lived humbly here.
The old Daoist did not feel any heartache for his former boss,
He knew that the former boss seemed to like this kind of style,
Didn't he also find such an old city to open a netherworld shop in Chengdu back then?
What was different from his current boss,
When it came to money,
Hehe …
The current boss had no money, so he asked someone to burn the ghost notes.
When the previous boss ran out of money, he pointed at a spot and asked him to dig out a box of gold bricks.
Business in the photo studio was, of course, quiet.
It was as deserted as a bookstore.
The equipment inside was also very old.
But it could be considered a clean and efficient cleaning.
When the old Taoist walked in,
The meow of a cat startled him.
He looked up.
He found a white cat lying on a shelf.
The fur was white.
It was like a piece of silk.
However, there was a hint of laziness in the cat's eyes.
"Hey, Pu 'er, do you still remember me?"
The old Taoist pointed at himself.
The white cat stretched out its paw.
He waved his hand perfunctorily.
It meant that he understood.
Get lost.
The old Taoist did not mind. He knew this cat's temperament very well. It had always been very cold.
She wanted to reach out and touch it.
After thinking about it, he decided to forget about it.
When he went a little further, he saw that in the compartment,
There was a man sitting there.
The man was wearing a black down jacket, sitting on a chair, holding a paintbrush and drawing.
It was a drawing of a small bridge, flowing water, and people.
It was not a magnificent scene.
It was filled with the smell of fireworks.
Looking at this back view,
The old Taoist seemed to sigh.
However, since it was the reunion of old friends, they could not cry. They had to laugh and celebrate. The Old Taoist was not the kind of person who was in his twenties or thirties. He had seen many things like separation and death in his life.
"Boss, I'm here."
"Sit."
The man continued to draw.
The old Taoist sat down beside him and asked,
"Boss, are your eyes better?"
After the man finished the last two strokes,
He put down the brush.
He turned around.
He reached for his thermos.
The old Taoist was shocked.
He saw that the man's eyes were closed. He did not wear sunglasses to cover them, nor did he wear any straps.
But he never opened his eyes.
Previously.
He was also drawing with his eyes closed.
"Boss, your eyes haven't..."
"I can see more clearly with my eyes closed."
The man did not mind. He seemed very carefree and did not feel sorry for himself because he was blind.
He got up.
He picked up the small stool he had just sat on.
He said,
"Let's sit outside. It's cold inside."
The old Taoist immediately stood up.
Then.
The two of them sat together at the door.
Each of them had a small stool.
The sun began to shine.
The old Taoist could not stand this feeling.
Although he was an old man in his early seventies.
He did not like peace and quiet.
On the other hand, his two bosses.
They seemed to have a deep obsession with the matter of basking in the sun.
"Boss, why do you want to open a photo studio?"
These days,
Other than people who occasionally needed to take ID photos, the small photo studio rarely had business. The hardware and software of the studio were not something that a photo studio on a small street could compare to.
"Here, the lighting is good."
"..." the old Taoist.
Yes.
Yes.
This reason was indeed very bossy.
If this place used to be a small massage parlor or hair salon, as long as its lighting was good enough, the boss would definitely take it over.
Anyway.
He did not expect to open a shop to make money.
The old Taoist did not say the reason for Shanghai.
The man did not ask.
The two of them sat here.
They basked in the sun for half the afternoon.
And at this moment.
Tang Shi walked over from the end of the street.
She was dressed very simply. She was wearing a red down jacket, jeans, and a scarf.
It looked like.
She really looked like a housewife.
She was not as fond of dressing up and being beautiful as she was when they first met in Chengdu.
She was carrying the vegetables she had bought.
The old Taoist took a look.
Uh.
A large bag of Laotan pickled cabbage beef noodles. The cover was Wang Han's.
The corner of the old Taoist's mouth twitched.
The man beside him said,
"Let's eat together."
"Okay."
The rice was cooked very quickly.
The old Taoist was too embarrassed to praise Tang Shi for being virtuous.
After all, he was cooking instant noodles.
And he was afraid of being beaten.
Because there were three people.
So he brought the pot out.
Three bowls.
Three pairs of chopsticks.
One spoon.
It was that simple.
The old Taoist filled a bowl.
He ate a few mouthfuls.
He wanted to praise it. "It's delicious."
But he decided not to.
For the old Taoist, if he didn't find a chance to flatter him a few times, he would really feel bad. But he couldn't flatter him every time. It sounded like sarcasm, right?
However.
It was true.
This table of "Food".
It was indeed incomparable to the study room.
Xu Qinglang, who was in the study room, prepared three meals a day very well, and he would change the way he cooked. The tastes of the people in the study room were immediately spoiled.
"You're not used to the taste?"
The man asked.
"No, no."
"Let's change the taste tomorrow," the man said to Tang Shi.
"Alright, change it to Master Kang's."
"Okay."
"..." the old Daoist.
He then looked at the two people beside him.
He picked up the noodles.
He looked like he was in extreme pain as he swallowed.
The old priest sighed.
He put his hand into his bosom.
He took out three small bottles.
He put it on the table.
He said,
"Boss, Sister Tang, drink this before dinner. You'll be able to eat."
The two of them drank it.
As expected.
The pot of instant noodles was quickly finished.
The old Daoist looked at the sky.
He stood up and bade farewell.
It was getting late.
He had to go back.
After all, he still needed to keep an eye on his current boss.
The man walked him to the door of the shop.
"Boss, let's stick to this address. When I get back, I'll send you some more."
The bookstore no longer lacked Equinox Flower Oral Solution.
The man nodded.
He smiled.
"Then I'll leave first. Take care, Boss."
The old Daoist left.
His back view was a little bleak.
The man reached out.
He gently touched the Pu 'er on the shelf.
"Meow."
Pu 'er meowed.
It continued to lie on its stomach.
"Why is the old Daoist here?"
Tang Shi, who was cleaning up the dishes, asked.
"He didn't say, so I didn't ask."
"Oh."
Hearing this, Tang Shi nodded and continued.
"There should be something."
"Yes."
"Do you want to take a look?"
"If there's something, he'll say it. If he doesn't, it's nothing.
I'm a little tired today. I want to rest early. "
"Okay, I'll wash the dishes and go take a shower. Let's go up and rest."
The man nodded.
Pu 'er obediently jumped down.
Step by step, in a noble manner.
He walked up the stairs.
It was dark.
Night fell.
In this noisy city,
It brought a sense of tranquility.
It was like a painting.
..
After walking out,
The old Daoist felt a sense of urgency.
It was probably because he had drunk too much broth.
The sewer pipe was old.
It was easy to have some old problems.
The water was urgent, the water was frequent, and the water was endless.
The old Daoist searched for a long time.
He couldn't find the public toilet.
It wasn't that the old Daoist was uncultured.
He was an old man.
Moreover, the urge to pee came so suddenly and decisively.
There was nothing he could do.
While lamenting that the public toilets in Shanghai were not covered well, he found a small alley.
He untied his belt.
At first, it was big and small pearls falling on a jade plate.
Then, there was a lingering sound.
In the end,
Once he succeeded, he retreated.
The old Daoist smacked his lips.
He yawned.
At this moment, a car drove past.
It was a very uncultured person who turned on the high beams.
The alley was brightly illuminated for a moment.
The old Daoist lowered his head.
When he looked at the place he had just marked,
He discovered that there was a statue of the Earth Lord.
Damn!
The old Daoist was a Daoist. Even if he was not sincere, even an ordinary non-believer would not dare to pee at the statue, right?
It was one thing to believe in religion.
But most people did not dare to be so rash, especially this kind of disrespectful rash.
The old Daoist took a few steps back.
He knelt down respectfully.
He took out the cigarettes from his pocket.
He gave the Earth Lord money.
Then, he bowed his head.
At the same time, he shouted,
"Earth Grandpa, Earth Grandpa, this kid didn't do it on purpose. He didn't do it on purpose to give you water.
Please let this kid go.
Open up a way out.
Open up a path for this kid to live.
Let him live.