I really don't want to be a teacher

……

"...the past is irreversible, but we can make up for it in the future."

Lian Ge stood up by the shop door, looked at the empty street, and then turned his gaze to the beggar.

Hearing the sound, the shopkeeper turned around and looked at Lian Ge.

The beggar also turned his head, glanced at Lian Ge, but said nothing,

Stretching out his hand, he picked up the wooden stick leaning against the wall again,

"Donate for me...I..."

The beggar squatted down with a wooden stick, gathered the plastic bags on the ground together, held them together with the wooden stick, and stood up again.

"Okay, I will donate for you as much as you have here." The shopkeeper nodded, looking at the beggar and replied.

"Thank you..." the beggar heard the words, holding the plastic bag with the only hand and holding the wooden stick, turned around,

Holding a wooden stick, the beggar limped out of the eaves, along the street, walked out of the street, and gradually disappeared into the distance.

The shopkeeper watched the beggar walk away, looked down at the wet banknotes in his hand, and then walked back to the threshold and sat down.

"Sir, have you guessed how this man became like this?"

The shopkeeper sat on the threshold and asked Lian Ge while arranging the scattered and wet banknotes in his hand.

Lian Ge heard the words, glanced at the shopkeeper's hand, and gradually returned to the tidy banknotes, nodded,

"Probably guessed something."

"What's his reason?"

The shopkeeper gently straightened a crumpled banknote in his hand, then turned his gaze to Lian Ge.

"bet."

Hearing this, Lian Ge turned his eyes to the street where the beggar disappeared, and said softly.

Hearing this, the owner's hand paused slightly,

"It's harmful." Shaking his head, the shopkeeper sighed, and then continued to arrange the wet banknotes in his hand.

Lian Ge didn't speak anymore, under the eaves, suddenly became quiet.

……

"43 yuan and 5 cents..." After tidying up the wrinkled money in his hand, the shopkeeper wiped the water vapor on it with a paper, and then carefully put it temporarily in the shop and on the counter.

Hearing the sound, Lian Ge glanced at the shopkeeper, and then turned his gaze to the darkening sky beyond the eaves.

And just then,

On the street that was still wet and full of water, under the lights, a figure appeared from the entrance of the street, hurriedly stepped on the wet ground, splashed waves of accumulated water, and ran straight towards the direction of the shop.

Chapter 181 Funeral Supplies Store

"Old Wu, old man Wu..."

Stepping on the wet street, the splashed muddy water stained the trouser legs, the visitor hurried to the front of the shop, panting and said,

As soon as he stepped into the shop, he temporarily put the wet and wrinkled money on the counter, the shopkeeper turned around when he heard the sound,

"what happened?"

Hearing this, the visitor gasped for breath, shook his head,

"The old lady from the old Zhang's house at the end of the street has gone...to ask me to arrange the funeral."

The person who came was talking, his feet were under the eaves, and the muddy water was rubbed on the ground outside the threshold.

"... Who is this?" The visitor paused, then turned to look at Lian Ge.

"It's also a guest." The owner explained simply.

Hearing this, the visitor nodded to Lian Ge, turned around, and stepped into the shop.

"Still want those things from before?"

"It's still the same as before." The visitor nodded.

Hearing this, the shopkeeper turned around, took a plastic bag from the side, picked it up on the shelf,

"Paper money, scented wax..."

"Why didn't the family come with me?" The shopkeeper picked up things from the shelves and put them into plastic bags, talking,

"... I couldn't help crying, so I didn't let me come over." The person who came shook his head, sighed slightly and said, "...The old lady has suffered all her life, her husband died early, and she took two It’s really hard for the child to grow up, and it’s hard to wait until the child is old enough to get married and start a business. Before enjoying the blessing for a few days, people are gone.”

Hearing this, the shopkeeper nodded and did not speak again.

Slowly moving in front of the shelves, the shopkeeper unhurriedly took the things he needed from each shelf.

"...Okay, let's take it."

He folded up the two full plastic bags again and handed them to the person, the shopkeeper said.

"Okay, how much?" The person reached out to take it and nodded.

"Ten catties of paper money, twenty pairs of wax, two catties of incense...the prices are still the same as before." The shopkeeper turned and walked into the counter, and said at the same time.

Hearing this, the person who came also came to the counter, put one of the bags on the side of the counter temporarily, stretched out his hand to fumble in his pocket, took out a roll of money wrapped in red paper, and handed it to the shopkeeper.

The owner glanced at it, shook his head slightly, and took it without saying anything.

"okay."

"Old Wu, I'll go there first. I'll bring in some things when it's time for the burial."

Nodding, the visitor carried two plastic bags, turned around and stepped out of the shop, just like when he came, stepping on the wet street, following the lights on the side of the street, gradually disappearing into the night.

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"It's autumn..."

The shopkeeper stepped out of the shop again, looked at the street outside the eaves, and said aloud.

Hearing the sound, Lian Ge glanced at the shopkeeper, and then turned his gaze to the quiet street outside the eaves.

"The weather is starting to get cold again. I don't know how many people will survive next spring." The owner said, shaking his head, then turned to look at Lian Ge,

"Sir, it's cold at night, do you want to eat a bowl of noodles to warm up your body?"

Hearing this, Lian Ge glanced at the owner, but didn't answer,

"Take it as an old man, thank you, sir, for talking with me for so long." The owner said with a smile, "Sometimes, this person just wants to talk to someone."

"If you don't charge money," Lian Ge smiled and nodded.

Hearing this, the owner also smiled and nodded,

"Sir, please wait a moment, I'll go to boil a pot of water and order some noodles."

As he spoke, the shopkeeper turned around again, stepped over the threshold, and walked into the back room of the shop.

……

Glancing inside the shop, Lian Ge looked away and looked at the street outside the eaves.

The empty streets after the rain, with few people, seemed quiet, except for the fresh breeze with water vapor from time to time, blowing the shops beside the street and passing through the eaves of the houses.

In the shops where the lights were on, there were a lot of people. In the old shops that were closed early due to the torrential rain, the families seemed to be busy with dinner and chatting about the affairs of the day.

Looking at this old street under the night, Lian Ge stood quietly under the eaves.

……

"Sir, come..."

After a while, the owner took two bowls of noodles and stepped out of the shop again.

While talking, the owner handed a bowl of steaming noodles to Lian Ge along with chopsticks.

"Just do it as usual, I don't know if it suits your taste, sir."

Hearing this, Lian Ge smiled, reached out to take the steaming noodles and chopsticks, and glanced at them.

This is an ordinary bowl of noodles, without adding any simmered seeds, with a spoonful of lard, a little chopped green onion, a little soy sauce and vinegar, and cooked oil and chili.

Picking up the chopsticks, he picked up the noodles and mixed them. Lian Ge took the noodles and tasted them.

The steaming hot noodles entered the abdomen, which made the whole body much warmer.

"It tastes good." Lian Ge replied with a slight smile.

"It's good that you don't dislike it, sir." The shopkeeper replied with a smile when he heard the words.

After speaking, the shop owner took his bowl of noodles and sat down on the threshold. Holding chopsticks, he also ate the hot noodles in the bowl.

Lian Ge glanced at the shopkeeper, and sat down again on the side seat.

……

"Sir, are you here to travel?"

"That's it."

Under the eaves, while eating noodles and looking at the quiet street, Lian Ge was talking with the shop owner.

"Traveling is good, you can see farther places. Unlike the old man, I grew up here, and I will grow old here..." The shopkeeper nodded and said.

Lian Ge glanced at the shopkeeper, but didn't answer.

Under the eaves, there was a sudden silence, only the hot air from the noodle bowl was lingering in front of my eyes.

"...This person is getting old, and I'm getting more and more afraid of being alone, especially when I see some old guys, I just go there one by one... It's really unpleasant to eat alone sometimes."

The shopkeeper paused, staring blankly at the smoke rising from the bowl in front of him, then shook his head again,

"Thank you, sir. You have been gossiping with me for so long, and even had a meal with me here." The shopkeeper looked at Lian Ge again while talking.

"The noodles are delicious." Lian Ge smiled, but said without answering.

Hearing this, the shopkeeper smiled,

"Do you want some more? The water in the pot is still hot."

"No need, one bowl is enough." Lian Ge replied with a smile.

……

While talking, Lian Ge and the owner continued to eat the noodles in the bowl,

With the heat rising from the bowl, the breeze blowing from the street to the end of the alley, the lights illuminating the street by the side of the street, and the lively families having dinner in various shops.

The noodles in the bowls of Lian Ge and the owner gradually bottomed out.

……

After packing the bowls and chopsticks back into the back room, the owner stepped out of the shop again.

"Shopkeeper, since you said that I was also a customer before, let me take care of your business as well."

Beside the shop door, Lian Ge looked at the shop owner with a slight smile and said,

"Is there any yellow paper, I'll buy two."

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

"Yellow paper is available, but if you want two, I will give it to you."

"Let's buy it." Lian Ge smiled and shook his head.

"One dollar." As he spoke, the owner stepped across the threshold again.

Lian Ge also moved his steps and walked into the shop.

……

"Can I borrow a pen and ink?"

Lian Ge took the two yellow papers, handed the shopkeeper one yuan, and asked aloud at the same time.

Hearing this, the shopkeeper nodded, and took out a writing brush and a bottle of ink from the counter.