Reborn Conceited Soldier

"It's snowing."

In the sky, a piece of snowflakes, like the feathers scattered after the angel folded wings, slowly falling down. As the cold wind dances, it brings them to many corners of the street, on the roofs of small vendors, on the roofs of cars, on the clothes of beggars, on the top of billboards, on the clothes of passers-by, and on the bodies of beggars.

"With the appearance of the tsunami, the Siberian cold current invaded our province, leading to sudden changes in the weather. Winter comes ahead of time. Audience friends, look at the sky in Tanzhou behind me, with goose feather like snow floating. As the saying goes, auspicious snow is a good year. People all over the world, after suffering from the great tsunami, hope to let everyone live under the washing of this snowstorm Life is full of sunshine again, and we look forward to it. "

On the public television hanging in the square not far from the street, Tanzhou TV station is broadcasting real-time news. There are people watching from afar in the square, and others are curling up and spitting out the hot temperature and sitting on the square chair. There is a look in their eyes between hope and Yi, which is a kind of expectation. Just as the host in the TV said, they are looking forward to the sunshine after Ruixue to shine on their depressed life.

Snow gradually big up, in the ground spread a thick layer. The peddlers began to close their stalls and leave. Today's streets need cleaning, which is not suitable for them to stay. At the door of the nightclub, vehicles left one by one, rolling out two dark car marks on the road and spreading far to the corner of the street.

The shops nearby gradually began to close, and only a few of them still insisted on. They hoped that even if they had one more guest, they would be further away from a better life.

Sikong Banyu looks at the whole street, has become a vast expanse of white, seems to want to cover and cover something.

"Mr. Han, I'll make you a new cup of hot tea! It's getting really fast. " The young man came over and asked with a smile, blowing hot air into his hands from time to time.

Sikong half language with a smile shook his head, took the hands of the "hundred years of solitude" and handed it to the young man, said: "no, let's call it a day! It's snowing. It's time for me to go. "

"Ah? Are you leaving? " The young man's face was surprised, but his eyes were grateful. Because of the heavy snow, there are only a few guests in the restaurant. The guests may leave one after another, and then he can go back to rest in advance, because it is cold.

"Yes Sikong Banyu stood up and took out a hundred yuan bill and put it on the table. It was his habit. A cup of tea cup and a few dishes didn't need so much money. What was left was the young man's tip. Otherwise, the young man would not treat him so warmly every time he saw the arrival of Sikong Banyu.

"I I'll find you an umbrella The young man looked at Sikong Banyu and went to the door and said quickly.

"No, everyone is covered with snow. How can I make an exception? Ha ha... " Sikong Banyu chuckled, opened the door and went out.

The young man looked at the back of Sikong's half language and opened his mouth to say what he wanted to say. In the end, he didn't say it. I don't know why, every time I see this strange Mr. Han, he has a strange feeling. People say that the circulation of time will only leave immortal marks on people. But in Mr. Han's body, it is like the nemesis of the years. Not only does he have no marks of years, but those already existing are slowly disappearing with the passage of time.

Every time he saw Mr. Han, he felt that he was one point younger than yesterday.

"Creak Creak... "

Stepping on the road paved with snow on the hallway at the door, it makes a clear sound, that sound is so harsh. No It should be said that this city, this street, has never been so quiet. It is so quiet that it almost covers up all traces of life activities.

Yes, in addition to the occasional one or two speeding cars, there are only lonely lights left on the street. Even the store which has been waiting for customers for a long time has to close down and finish work in such a crowded street. I feel colder than snow.

Sikong half language slightly wrapped up his clothes, put his hands in his pocket, and walked towards the end of the street step by step. The beggars and tramps curled up on the roadside could not see their faces clearly under their unkempt faces. Only their eyes against the snow were as bright and shining as grandmother emerald in the night.

The longing for life hidden in the eyes, also with the disgust of the world, but also with the silence of the cold snowflakes. In other people's eyes, Ruixue was the water that made up the tsunami. Now it has become another way to continue to torture their life - miserable fate, as if they did not let go of their own meaning.

Some people's eyes have been dull, they look at the white sky, like the ladder of heaven, let them climb up, see this piece of snow wrapped, feel that there is no hunger and cold paradise, in addition to occasionally exposed outside the black leg snowflakes, but also a slight tremor or two - it is the muscle's own shiver, no longer subject to the brain center It's under control.

It's the instinct of the body. Even though their minds have long yearned for the paradise of death, their bodies still hope to live and continue to look forward to the coming of the sun.Sikong's half language eyes flit over the curled up bodies, looking at a moving or motionless "snowman", with a calm look like the floating snowflakes in front of them. No matter they are synonymous with cold or warm pioneers in other people's eyes, they are meaningless to themselves.

"Health Is there any birth? "

Sikong murmured to himself, he saw the scene before the snowflake fell, all the people trying to survive. Looking at the vendor's helplessness, but still do their own unwilling things. Looking at the beggar curled up, full of envy, jealousy eyes, but still reach out to passers-by. Looking at those rich people who are full of money and beauty, their eyes are full of confusion. I don't know what the meaning of doing this is.

They all have a purpose, that is to live well, or perhaps to say, to pursue the meaning of life. It's just What is life? Does the meaning of self pursuit really exist?

No one can answer this question. Even if someone already knows the answer, they can't say a word.