human suffering

Chapter 1 Does the boss want a bean bag?

In that unknown parallel world, some extraordinary people live a non-trivial life.

Cai Gen, sitting at the dining table by the window, lit a cigarette.

A cigarette, 8 cm, not counting the filter, 5 cm, usually 9 puffs.

A pack of cigarettes costs 7 yuan, 3 cents per cigarette, less than 5 cents per puff.

Every time Cai Gen smoked, he remembered it clearly because he was poor.

In the winter in the northeast, the sun is very warm in the morning, and it is very comfortable to shine on Cai Gen's pale face.

So comfortable, even if I just got up, the sleepiness strikes again.

The glass door of the restaurant was pushed open, and an old man walked in.

"Boss, do you want a bean bag?"

The old man asked the room first, and then began to look for people everywhere. Is there no one at the bar?

In the corner by the window, I saw Cai Gen, came over, and asked again.

"Boss, do you want a bean bag?"

Cai Gen's sleepiness did not dissipate because of the person who came, and he looked at the person at random.

Black old-fashioned cotton jacket, black old-fashioned cotton trousers, and a patch with beautiful stitching can be seen on the trouser leg.

The clothes are old, but clean.On his feet were a new pair of suede large-toe cotton shoes, a new white mask on his face, and his ears were red with cold.

He also had a brand new pair of white thread gloves on his hand, holding a series of beanbags and showing it to Cai Gen.

"Homemade, pure yellow rice bean buns, 15 for 10 yuan."

Cai Gen stared at the Liandoubao. The morning market was 1 yuan a piece, which was bigger than this. The most important thing was to eat sticky food for heartburn.

"No."

The old man saw that Cai Gen's refusal was very straightforward, without any embarrassment, he continued to speak skillfully.

"It's really home made, green food."

Cai Gen was not impressed by green food, and still insisted.

"No."

The old man felt a little unhappy and turned to leave, but as if thinking of something, he turned back and said with a tentative smile.

"Boss, can I exchange the bean bag for a meal?"

Cai Gen pondered for a while.

"It's 15 yuan a piece, I'll do it if I eat it, and I can't exchange it for a bean bag."

The old man's eyes showed a very disappointed look. After waiting for a few seconds, seeing that Cai Gen could not change his mind, he turned around with a stern face, opened the glass door, and went out.

With the crisp sound of the bell on the glass door, Cai Gen lit another cigarette.

Through the glass door, watch the old man put the bean bag in the basket hanging behind the bicycle.

Kicked off the ladder of the car, pushed the car, walked to the next shop, and continued to sell his bean bag.

Cai Gen started to kowtow when he smoked the 4th puff, and then carefully pinched off the butt of the cigarette, leaving a relatively large butt, and then fell asleep on the table.

After sleeping until the afternoon, there was still no business, and no one disturbed Cai Gen to sleep.

After washing my face, I was a little hungry, and the cigarettes were almost gone. I still had to boil the whole night. It was very difficult to endure without cigarettes. I put on a down jacket and went to the supermarket at the door to buy cigarettes and instant noodles.

When I walked to the entrance of the supermarket, it was just in time for the students to leave school, and the road was crowded with cars picking up students.

When I entered the supermarket, I bought a pack of cigarettes, two packs of instant noodles, one pack to eat now, and one pack for supper at night. I was paying when I heard a sharp brake sound from outside.

"I'm going, there's a car accident."

"So many people, why are you driving so fast?"

"Yeah, isn't there a traffic policeman at the school gate? Why don't you care?"

"Bullshit traffic police. In winter, there are assistant police officers. Who dares to care about the assistant police officers."

Cai Gen listened to the comments of the supermarket customers, didn't take it to heart, and walked out of the supermarket with his things.

Saw a group of people around a bicycle and a car with a basket behind the bicycle.

Cai Gen knew the basket. It was the bicycle of the man who sold the bean bag in the morning. He hoped that he was all right.

I only wore a pair of slippers to buy things. It was cold, so I hurried back to my store.

Turn on the TV, or the Central 13 News Channel, and only watch this channel every time, because it makes Cai Gen feel that he has not derailed from the outside world and is still concerned about national affairs every day.

When he came to the back kitchen, he turned on the gas and boiled a bowl of water. When the water boiled, Cai Gen took out a cigarette and was about to light it when he suddenly thought of something. He ran to the front hall and found the cigarette in the ashtray. Big smoke, carefully lit it with his hands, and went back to the back kitchen to wait for the water to boil.

The water soon boiled, put the eggs, put the seasonings under it, put out the pot, a make-believe dinner, and it's done.

Turn off the TV in the kitchen, sit back in the dining room, and stare out the blacked-out window, which are all high school students after school.

Hurrying past the door, all tilted their heads to look inside, but no one came in, as if this was not a fast food restaurant.

The students are also poor, they can't afford fast food, and they all go to small meal classes. When will the city get better?

In a well-known mining area in the country, within a few years, 8 of 7 mines went bankrupt. Every family has no spare money, and life is difficult.

Cai Gen sighed as he slowly ate the noodles. It is said that the slower he eats, the less he eats, the easier he is to be full, so Cai Gen eats slowly.

"The spring breeze of reform is blowing all over the land, and the Chinese people are really struggling"

Cai Gen picked up the phone, saw that it was his wife, and picked it up.

"Did you have meal?"

"Eat, what's wrong?"

"Transfer 1500 to me. It's time for my son to pay for after-school classes."

"Isn't this semester's payment finished?"

"It's due for the next semester, and there is a discount if you submit it in advance."

"Well, I'll turn it over for you in a while. Wait for me to finish eating."

"Turn it to me now, it's waiting over there, it ends today."

"Well, turn now."

Cai Gen hung up the phone, transferred the money to his wife, and began to calculate his financial problems in his heart.

Wen Caishen has a kind face, Wu Caishen has a heroic face and a good style.

And Cai Gen felt as if they were laughing at themselves, were they watching their own jokes?Still helpless?

After eating the noodles, Cai Gen lit a cigarette and started the entertainment he was used to. He sat at the bar and stared at the quartz clock at the door.

58.59.1, why is every minute one second less?Is it the clock or the eyes?

9 o'clock, 60 seconds less, 10 o'clock, 60 seconds less, 11 o'clock, still 60 seconds less.

Cai Gen lit a cigarette again. If this goes on, I will live 24 minutes less a day than others, which is a bit of a loss.

At 12 o'clock, the glass door of the store was pushed open, and a crisp bell sounded. In the silent midnight, it was very pleasant and refreshing.

"Boss, do you want a bean bag?"

Familiar content, familiar tone.

Cai Gen lowered his gaze from the quartz clock, staring at the person who came.

The old man's clothes were all stained with soil, and the white mask covering his face was full of bloodstains. The new pair of large-toe cotton-padded shoes was missing one, leaving only socks, and his thighs became unnaturally twisted.

The brand-new white gloves also became dirty, and in his hand he was holding a series of bean buns that were stained with blood, and the first two bean buns had been squashed.

Seeing that Cai Gen did not speak, the old man continued to speak in a muffled voice from the bleeding mask.

"Boss, do you want a bean bag?"

"Boss, do you want beanbags? The beanbags I made by myself."

"Why don't you want my bean bag? Why don't you?"

　There is no material desire in the chest, and the sun has disappeared like the snow and the flames.Quoted from "Cai Root Tan"

　　

　

(End of this chapter)