After walking out of the KTV, Xing Tian greeted them and reported: "Mrs. Su and Xiaoxiao have been sent home."
"Yes." Han Jiulin nodded lightly and walked down the steps, followed by Xing Tian.
The afterglow of the setting sun stretches out the shadows of the buildings and lampposts on the west side of the Ten Mile Long Street.
There is an endless stream of pedestrians coming and going on the street, and some are sitting and resting on the chairs at regular intervals.
Most of them were carrying three or two shopping bags, eating burgers and sausages, or holding a glass of drink, talking and laughing, relaxed and comfortable.
No one would have thought that several people had just died in the KTV next door.
Han Jiulin walked with a calm expression, and his eyes were suddenly attracted by a figure sitting on a couch not far ahead.
In the entire long street, there were at least two or three people sitting on other lounge chairs, but there was only one person on this bench.
Because he was a filthy homeless man.
His hair was dirty and knotted, and the clothes and exposed skin on his body were almost the same color as the hair on his head, extremely gray and black.
There was a bag next to the homeless man, and a white plastic transparent bag on the other side, with two buns inside. He himself was grabbing a bun and eating it bite by bite.
It's not like gobbling it down, nor chewing it slowly.
It's not about savoring delicious food, but simply satisfying your hunger.
This tramp, from his appearance alone, could not tell his exact age. After all, he was so dirty that even two ounces of dirt could be rubbed off his face.
But the only pair of clean eyes on that dirty face looked clear and melancholy.
Han Jiulin stopped for a moment, waved to Xing Tian, and then walked to the couch and sat next to the homeless man.
The homeless man was slightly surprised by Han Jiulin's arrival. He picked up the bun and moved his seat to the side, trying to keep his dirty self as far away from this extraordinary young man as possible.
"Can you lend me a dollar?" Han Jiulin looked at the homeless man and asked.
The homeless man was dumbfounded for a moment and thought he heard wrongly.
Han Jiulin continued: "I need one dollar to take the bus home. Can you lend me one dollar?"
The homeless man's eyes slowly opened wide, he hesitated, nodded, stuffed half of the bun into his mouth, unbuttoned his coat, unbuttoned the lining, and took out a handful of money from the chest pocket inside.
This handful of money is not much. At a glance, the largest one is in denominations of five yuan, and then there are the denominations of one yuan, fifty cents, and one cent.
The total is only a dozen or so, costing more than 20 yuan.
He took out a green dollar bill and handed it to Han Jiulin. Halfway through, he asked again: "Is one dollar enough?"
Because he was biting the bun in his mouth, his speech was a little unclear, but Han Jiulin still understood him.
Han Jiulin nodded and said with a smile, "That's enough."
The tramp then took the remaining money back.
Han Jiulin held a dollar in his hand and said, "Thank you for lending me the money. I haven't eaten yet and I'm very hungry. Can you give me a bun?"
The homeless man was startled for a moment, nodded, opened the bag, and handed it to Han Jiulin.
Because he knew his hands were too dirty, he let Han Jiulin go by himself.
Han Jiulin thanked him, took out a bun, and started to bite it immediately.
The homeless man also took out the last bun and continued eating.
The two of them said nothing, each looked forward and ate their buns.
Xing Tian stood in the distance, silently watching this admiration, and felt a lot of emotions in his heart.
But this admiration fell in the eyes of others, but it shocked many people's eyes.
A homeless man who is the most unwelcome on this street.
A handsome young man with outstanding temperament who always attracts attention no matter where he goes.
At this moment, we are actually sitting together eating steamed buns?
The most important thing is that there is no sense of violation!
"Who is it?"
After eating the buns, Han Jiulin clapped his hands with satisfaction, took out the special cigarette box and handed one to the homeless man.
The homeless man looked at Han Jiulin in surprise again, hesitated for a moment, and took the cigarette.
Han Jiulin took out a lighter, came over and lit it for the homeless man.
Then he lit one for himself.
"Home is sweet and cool."
The homeless man took a drag on his cigarette, glanced at the butt of the cigarette that he didn't recognize, smacked his lips and said with a smile: "Your cigarette is too soft and a bit unpleasant."
"Oh?" Han Jiulin asked with a smile: "Then what do you usually smoke?"
The homeless man smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly and said slowly: "I will smoke whatever cigarette butts are left on the ground."
Han Jiulin nodded and fell silent.
The two of them each finished smoking a cigarette together. When Han Jiulin stamped out the cigarette butt, he asked again: "What are your plans?"
“I want to die in the past, but if I die once and fail, I won’t have the courage to do it later.
Just live one day at a time.
I have never seen the sea. We in Ganliang are very short of water. The only lake in my town is an artificial lake dug by students organized by the school in the 1970s.
After traveling most of China, we finally arrived in Linyi. Let’s have a rest tonight and go see the sea tomorrow.”
It seemed that he hadn't spoken to anyone for a long time, so the homeless man unknowingly started chatting and said a few more words.
Han Jiulin listened silently, nodded with a smile, and then waved to Xing Tian in the distance.
Xing Tian stepped forward: "Mr."
Han Jiulin asked: "Do you have any cash on you?"
Xing Tian touched his pocket and took out more than a thousand yuan in cash.
Han Jiulin took the money and handed it to the homeless man.
"You lent me that piece of money. I will pay you back the money."
The homeless man opened his eyes wide, shook his head and refused: "I can't have it, I can't have it!"
"Take it."
Han Jiulin forced the money into the homeless man's hands.
The homeless man's eyes were red, and he couldn't help but get wet. He didn't want to cry, so he wiped his eyes with the back of his dirty hands over and over again.
"If you want to see the sea, go and see it. The sea is magnificent and worth seeing.
After you have finished looking at the sea, if you still want to live a good life and live with some meaning, you can come back here and sit on this chair.
When the time comes, someone will take you to see me."
After saying that, Han Jiulin stood up, extended his right hand to the homeless man, and said, "Thank you for the buns, they taste good."
The homeless man rubbed his hands uneasily, but they were still black and dirty and could not be cleaned.
He hesitantly stretched out his hand and held it with Han Jiulin.
Han Jiulin shook hands with the homeless man heavily, smiled, withdrew his hand and straightened up: "I hope to see you again if I have a chance."
The homeless man responded in a muffled voice and watched Han Jiulin leave.
Then, he sat where he was, gradually bursting into tears, crying silently.
Not far away, Yang Xiaomi, who had been chased from the KTV, hid behind a small tree and watched the entire scene.
For a moment, incomprehensible and confusing thoughts lingered in her mind.
that person.
He kills in anger.
One thought transcends the mortal world.
What kind of magical figure is he?
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