“The first snow in 2002,

Came later than usual,

The No. 2 bus parked on the eighth floor..."

On the street outside the car, I don’t know which shop is playing this song by Dao Lang on the stereo.

at the same time,

Zhou Ze saw outside the car window,

It actually started to snow,

roadside,

It turned out to be really snowy.

Today is June 27th, in the middle of summer,

Snowing.

The car arrived at the station again and stopped;

The old man suddenly appeared on the curb outside the car. He put his hands in the pockets of his green coat and stepped on his Jiefang shoes in the snow. His body was shaking a little and white breath kept coming out of his mouth.

Before the door closed, Zhou Ze jumped out of the bus, which frightened the bus driver and yelled several times, "I'm looking for death!"

call…………

cold,

It's really cold,

It’s clear summer,

Suddenly it became winter.

However, Zhou Ze, who was wearing thin clothes, was not too hard to accept. He was a man who had to sleep with a female zombie in his arms every day, and he had even slept in a freezer before.

"Young man, he's so full of energy, it's great."

The old man looked at Zhou Ze and said enviously.

"What's going on?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Fake, all fake." The old man stretched out his hand, caught some snowflakes, and continued: "It's a very simple illusion. If you don't want to wake up and want to continue watching, I will take you to continue watching.

After so many years,

I also want to find someone to talk to.

You killed me,

You are qualified to chat with me.

What do you think, keep walking?

If you don’t want to leave, this simple environment won’t trap you.”

The old man said, sulking his head and starting to walk forward.

What he said is right,

This is a simple illusion,

The switching is very abrupt. Compared with the horror of "moisturizing things silently" in the book of Yin and Yang, this scene seems a bit too simple and rough.

But as the old man said,

The value of a student's oil painting does not necessarily depend entirely on the quality of the painting, but also on the status of her father.

This illusion could not trap Zhou Ze, but Zhou Ze just kept his head down, facing the snowflakes, and continued to follow the old man forward.

He wants to see, he wants to see,

This thing that can't even completely kill the person in his own body,

This guy who dared to come to the door to chat after being killed,

his true face,

What exactly is it!

Although in Zhou Ze's heart,

In fact, there is an answer, but more confirmation is still needed.

The old man seemed to be opening his heart to him, and Zhou Ze would not refuse anyone thousands of miles away.

The snow is getting heavier and heavier,

After walking for a while, the old man seemed unable to walk. He squatted down by the roadside, took out a dry tobacco rod, tinkered with the tobacco leaves, and then started smoking "smash it, smash it".

Seeing Zhou Ze standing next to him, he also sent the cigarette rod to Zhou Ze, indicating that Zhou Ze wanted to smoke, you were welcome.

Zhou Ze also squatted down, took out his cigarette, and lit it.

One old and one young,

Just squatting on the side of the road,

Let the snowflakes fall on their heads, shoulders, and slopes,

Smoking silently.

The old man didn't speak, and Zhou Ze didn't speak either.

But what should come,

It's always coming.

"I want to die, I really do." The old man spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground, and then coughed several times in succession, "I'm tired, really."

The old man's two "truths" revealed a sense of helplessness.

I want to die, but I can’t die,

This kind of helplessness,

In the eyes of most people, it is a way to stand and talk without backache, which makes many others envious!

Throughout the ages, how many people have dreamed of immortality, how many kings have been obsessed with it, and how many princes and nobles have risked everything for it.

But the strange thing is that,

Zhou Ze could tell that the old man was speaking from his heart.

he wants to die,

But he can't die,

This is not pretentious, but the deepest and most real helplessness buried in the old man's heart.

"What on earth are you?" Zhou Ze asked again.

"Oh, haven't you seen it yet?" The old man smiled and knocked the tobacco pole against the curb, "Maybe you have already seen it, but you can't believe it, right?"

As soon as the old man finished speaking,

A group of people were walking across the road,

Holding a banner,

With a sign,

shouting slogans,

People keep joining,

The shouts resounded through the sky, dispelling the chill of this winter and making it blazing, just like the scorching sun in the sky and the reappearance of summer.

“￥￥@!”

"...ap;!"

neat slogans,

The leading people looked as if they had been injected with chicken blood, their faces flushed and excited.

This team walked past Zhou Ze and the old man. Some of them saw the old man and Zhou Ze squatting there smoking, and many of them had contempt in their eyes.

It's like looking at a group of numb compatriots, looking at a group of rigid homogeneous people,

Love his misfortune, anger him for not fighting!

Zhou Ze scratched his head,

The old man laughed,

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 now, or he is unwilling to spend so much energy to kill me.

"

The old man stood up as he spoke,

The dry tobacco pole was smashed against the tree in front of me,

There are no landslides or cracks in the ground or water flowing back,

Nor does he have the domineering attitude of "Lu Zhishen uprooting the weeping willows".

Instead, the old man shocked himself so much that his mouth hurt.

He covered his fingers and danced comically on the ground a few times.

"There is another possibility that he saw that I wanted to die but couldn't, so he deliberately kept me alive and let me continue to suffer this kind of torture!

damn,

I didn't offend him.
To be continued...