I really don't want to be a teacher

"...Others feel that it is bad luck to open this shop and deal with dead people all day long. I don't feel much about this old man. This shop is also a legacy passed down from my ancestors. When I was young, I grew up in this shop. Others play with it. Toys, I will follow my father to make paper figurines and make paper money..."

While talking, the shopkeeper groped around the wall from behind the door, took out the rolled tobacco, and put it on the tobacco rod.

"...These things, just like this house, are always in front of me, familiar, so there is no bad luck."

Holding the rod of a good cigarette, the shopkeeper didn't smoke it,

"Furthermore, birth, old age, sickness and death are normal. If someone does what is born, someone will naturally do what is to die. Sir, are you right?" The shopkeeper turned his head, looked at Lian Ge and said with a smile,

Hearing this, Lian Ge glanced at the owner, smiled and nodded,

Moving his gaze, he glanced at the picture inside the store behind the owner,

In the shop, there are some paper money, incense wax, and shroud paper figurines. It is a funeral supplies shop.

However, compared to the clutter in other similar shops, the shop appears to be orderly. Except for the counter by the door, there are several containers within sight, and all kinds of funeral supplies are clearly separated on the shelves. Classes are arranged neatly and meticulously.

"...It's raining in autumn, I don't know how long it will last." The shopkeeper held the cigarette pole and looked at the rainwater flowing down the eaves.

"Stop it soon." Lian Ge withdrew his gaze, looked up slightly at the rainwater falling outside the eaves, and said softly.

……

While speaking, Lian Ge turned his gaze, and then glanced at the two people standing on both sides of the eaves.

The beggar was wrapped in thick clothes given by the shopkeeper, his body trembling slightly, staring at the rain falling in front of him, dazed.

He didn't take off the wet clothes inside, but the clothes wrapped outside were getting soaked gradually, but the beggar didn't seem to notice it.

... On the other side, the sobbing delivery man stood up again, his eyes still flushed, one hand tightly clutching the woolen handkerchief, the other hand holding the phone, looking at the phone from time to time, and the rain in front of him , looked a little anxious.

……

In the rain, under the eaves, with the sound of the rain, Lian Ge was talking to the shopkeeper. The slow voice did not break the tranquility in the rain, but it seemed more peaceful.

The breeze in the rain disturbed the rain line, but it seemed to stop abruptly in front of the eaves. The torrential rain never disturbed the eaves, only the breeze with water vapor came from time to time.

for a long time,

The rain falling from the dark clouds is gradually slowing down, and the thick dark clouds are gradually dissipating.

The rainwater that gathered and flowed from the eaves also changed from gurgling to dripping from time to time, dripping on the side of the street, and I don't know how long it has left on the ground with potholes.

at last,

The shower stopped completely, and with the breeze after the rain, the setting sun, which was already close to the horizon, penetrated the clouds again, and the afterglow was scattered towards the wet streets and roofs that were still full of water.

Looking at the glint of water and the sunshine on the street in front of him, Lian Ge smiled slightly,

"The rain has stopped."

"Yes, the rain has stopped." The shopkeeper nodded, looking at the washed street, and replied.

……

On the side, by the eaves, the delivery man looked at the rain that had stopped, and seemed to be relieved, clutching the woolen handkerchief in his hand, he turned around and walked towards the owner sitting on the threshold,

"Thank you..." The delivery man looked at the owner and handed the wool handkerchief back to the owner.

The shopkeeper heard the sound, looked at the delivery man and smiled,

"Take it."

Hearing this, the delivery man looked at the woolen handkerchief in his hand, then at the owner,

"Thank you." Withdrawing his hand, the delivery man put the wrung wool handkerchief directly into the wet pocket of his clothes.

"...Go back and change your clothes, drink some hot water, don't catch a cold. Young man, life is not easy, but it will pass after all." The owner smiled and said to the delivery man.

Hearing this, the delivery man nodded heavily, turned around, and walked to the battery car by the eaves again.

After a pause, he looked at the box on the back seat of the car, and then at the beggar on the other side of the eaves. The delivery man hesitated for a moment, but still unzipped the box.

Taking out the takeaway from the box, the deliveryman walked towards the beggar with the takeaway.

The beggar was still staring blankly at the street outside the eaves, unaware of the approach of the delivery man.

"...This takeaway customer is no longer needed, you can take it and eat it."

The takeaway worker paused in front of the beggar again, handed the takeaway to the beggar, and said aloud at the same time.

Hearing a sudden sound beside him, the beggar shrank to the side trembling as if frightened.

Seeing that the delivery man seemed harmless, the beggar flinched, looked at the delivery man, and then at the food delivered by the delivery man, but did not move.

The takeaway waiter looked at the beggar, but didn't take back his hand, still handing the takeaway in his hand.

The beggar glanced at the delivery man again, put down the wooden stick in his hand, stretched out his only hand, and snatched the food from the delivery man like a snatch.

After taking the takeaway in his hand, the beggar immediately turned around, quickly turned his back to the deliveryman, squatted down,

Putting the takeaway box on the ground, the beggar quickly tore open the plastic bag on the takeaway box, lifted the lid of the takeaway box, and without even taking the chopsticks, grabbed a handful of the food in the takeaway box, gobbled it up, and ate it in a hurry stand up.

The delivery man looked at this scene, smiled, turned around, and walked over to the other side of the eaves again.

As for the beggar with his back to the delivery man, his devouring movements gradually slowed down, and his hand holding the food stopped,

"thanks……"

"No thanks."

The delivery man waved his hand and returned to the battery car.

Pushing the battery cart, the delivery man stepped out of the eaves, stepping on the wet street with accumulated water, and walked slowly towards the outside of the street.

The beggar squatting by the eaves stared blankly at the figure of the delivery man fading away, until the delivery man completely disappeared at the entrance of the street, then lowered his head again, and started eating voraciously again.

……

Under the eaves, Lian Ge glanced at the delivery man who disappeared at the entrance of the street, then at the beggar who was devouring food, smiled slightly, looked away, and looked at the street outside the eaves again.

Sitting on the threshold next to Lian Ge, the shopkeeper holding a cigarette stick, also stared at the empty street after the rain, and seemed a little distracted.

And beside the eaves, the beggar who was devouring hungrily, his eyes gradually turned red while chewing the food in his mouth.

Pausing again, the beggar stared at the chopsticks next to the lunch box, dazed for a moment.

Stretching out his only hand, he picked it up with some difficulty.

Holding the chopsticks, the beggar's movements were unfamiliar and stiff, and the food would fall from between the chopsticks from time to time, but the beggar kept picking it up repeatedly.

Finally, when the first chopstick dish was put into his mouth and he was chewing, muddy tears finally welled up in the beggar's red eyes.

A suppressed sob came out of his throat, and the beggar's body trembled.

Chapter 180 Beggar

As the evening approached, the streets and alleys after the rain seemed a little empty.

The shops along the street have reopened their doors, but there are very few pedestrians on the wet street.

Under the eaves, the shopkeeper sitting on the threshold looked at the fading afterglow of the setting sun on the street outside the eaves, stood up, turned around again, and stepped into the shop door.

Putting the cigarette rod back to its original position, the shopkeeper reached out and pressed the switch on the wall by the door.

Immediately, the lights hanging under the eaves outside the door lit up, illuminating the underside of the eaves, and at the same time illuminating the dark street outside the eaves after the rain.

After pressing the button to turn on the light, the owner stepped out of the store again and sat back on the threshold.

But the lights under the eaves seemed to send out a signal, and the lights inside and outside the shops along both sides of the street were lit up one by one, illuminating sections of the street.

"...It's better to be a bright spot, you say yes, sir." The shopkeeper looked at the lit up street with a smile, and turned to look at Lian Ge and said.

Hearing this, Lian Ge smiled slightly, looked at the shop owner, and then at the street illuminated by the lights.

……

Beside the eaves, squatting on the ground, the beggar who was struggling to eat with chopsticks put the last grain of rice in the packing box into his mouth.

Holding the chopsticks, looking at the empty packing box, the beggar froze.

"Snapped……"

The chopsticks slipped from his fingers, hit the edge of the packing box, and fell to the ground. Immediately afterwards, he picked up the chopsticks again in a panic,

"Huh...huh..."

He frantically blew on the chopsticks, as if he wanted to blow off the dust on the chopsticks.

But the oil-stained dust stuck firmly to the chopsticks, and there was no sign of falling off as he blew.

He put the chopsticks back into the bowl, stretched out his hand, trying to wipe the dust off the chopsticks, but his hands were also stained with mud and oil,

He was a little anxious, his face was anxious and flustered, looking at the chopsticks in the packing box, he seemed at a loss what to do.

"Take it and wipe it..."

The shopkeeper stood up, walked to the beggar, fumbled in his pocket, took out a few pieces of paper, and handed them to the beggar.

Hearing the sound, the beggar turned his head, looked at the shopkeeper, reached for the paper, and quickly lowered his head again.

He took the paper, carefully placed the paper on the plastic bag next to him, picked up another one, and wiped the chopsticks in the packing box with some difficulty with one hand.

Finally, the chopsticks were barely wiped clean.

The beggar spread the last, cleanest piece of paper on the plastic bag, wrapped his hands with the paper in his hand, picked up the chopsticks, put the chopsticks on the clean paper, and wrapped them carefully.

After the chopsticks were wrapped, he seemed relieved, stretched out his only hand, and carefully put the chopsticks wrapped in paper into his pocket.

After groping through his pocket again, he withdrew his hand, picked up the wooden stick at the side, and stood up again with some difficulty holding the wooden stick.

Turning around, the beggar looked at the shopkeeper who was still standing aside, a little shy.

Seeing the beggar get up again, the shopkeeper turned around and walked back towards the threshold.

Seeing the shopkeeper turn around, the beggar hesitated as if he wanted to reach out to grab it, but put it down immediately.

"and many more……"

The beggar said to the shopkeeper with some difficulty.

Hearing the sound, the shopkeeper turned around again and looked at the beggar.

"Thank you..." the beggar looked at the shopkeeper and said.

Hearing this, the shopkeeper shook his head,

The beggar looked at the shopkeeper, put down the stick in his hand, and leaned the stick against the wall,

Stretching out his hand, the beggar reached into the wet inner layer of clothes and groped.

After some effort, the beggar groped through the inner layer of clothes, took out a handful of things, and handed them to the shopkeeper.

"Give you……"

This is a handful of scattered banknotes, fifty cents and one yuan, all of which have been soaked by rain, wrinkled, and dripping water along the beggar's hand.

"The clothes are for you, and so is the paper." The shopkeeper said, looking at the beggar.

Hearing this, the beggar looked at the shopkeeper and shook his head,

"I'm about...to die, can I..." the beggar said, looking into the shop next to me, "...can I wait until I'm dead, and burn me... some paper money."

The shopkeeper listened to the beggar's words, looked down at the money in the beggar's hand, and after a pause, reached out to take it.

"Are you sick?" The shopkeeper asked the beggar, holding the crumpled and wet banknotes, "There is a clinic in the alley at the end of the street, you can ask the doctor there, it doesn't cost much, and the money is enough enough."

The beggar looked at the shopkeeper, shook his head,

"I... I won't live long... People like me, I can't live long... It's my own fault, I've done it myself, I don't see a doctor..."

The first half of the sentence is an answer to the shopkeeper, and the second half of the sentence seems to be a beggar muttering to himself.

As he spoke, the beggar stopped making a sound, and seemed to be a little dazed.

"...OK, I'll burn the paper for you." The shopkeeper took the soaked money, looked at the beggar and nodded.

The beggar raised his head again and looked at the shopkeeper with some hesitation on his muddy face.

"Don't burn paper money... don't burn paper money anymore..." the beggar shook his head and repeated.

"Donate for me... Donate."

Hearing this, the shopkeeper glanced at the beggar, then at the money in his hand, and said nothing more.