Open the door of the shopping mall.

As expected, he was sitting there, still in the same position, close to the bar. From here, he could just see the hanging TV above the bar. When the TV came back, it was showing old TV series from several years ago.

"Here you come." He smiled dryly, and the twitching curve of his mouth made me think it was a recurrence of his old injury, but in the end I confirmed that it was just a smile, but not that pretty.

There were two bunches of uneaten roasted crispy bones on the tray in front of him. The two wine bottles next to them were empty, and the picks were pressed underneath by the two wine bottles.

"Two more bottles of wine, a bottle of mineral water, and a menu." I sat down opposite him, took a bunch of crispy bones and put them in my mouth, cooling them.

"It's cold outside, and the heating here isn't hot either." He scratched his own belly and wrapped the tattered cotton-padded jacket around him tightly, but it could be seen from the degree of his trembling that it didn't do much.

function.

"Ice City is like this. My hometown is like spring all year round, which is a hundred times better than here."

This is an old saying for him. No matter how strong the wind is or how cold the weather is all year round, it cannot stop his regional discrimination. He has been beaten many times for this, but he has never been able to change his temper and his bad mouth.

"Then you have still lived here for so many years and don't want to go home?"

"I can't go back, I can't find my way back."

This is a cliché. I was quite curious at first, so I offered him a drink four or five times in order to pry something out of his mouth, but he would repeat these words over and over again, half-truths and half-falsehoods.

fantasy novel.

"In my hometown, there is fog for more than seven months out of the year. When the curtains are opened, it becomes hazy. Even during the day, everyone has to bring a flashlight."

The wine came, and I quickly poured him a glass. The beer was foaming in the glass.

"It was a big city, divided into two halves by a river, connected by a bridge in the middle. The rich people were at the other end. I heard that there were several street lights installed on each street, so they were not affected by fog during the day and night."

He likes to talk on weekdays, and especially likes to tell endless stories about his hometown.

He drank the wine in one gulp, let out a long belch, filled the glass again, and fell into silence.

He was reminiscing about his hometown. I once heard from a shop owner that as long as he drank a few glasses of wine, his words would gradually become less and less. That was when he was reminiscing about his hometown.

What is his hometown like? I searched all over the map and the Internet but could not find the city that is covered in fog most of the time. The only thing similar to what he said is the foggy city - London.

But the unshaven man in front of me speaks decent Mandarin. He has probably never been to London in his life.

"Why should I come out?"

He just lowered his head and said this sentence in a daze, completely unable to feel any emotion in it, but then two tears fell straight onto the plate.

"Why would I leave anywhere?"

He was still crying and kept repeating one sentence from beginning to end.

I was surprised. I never expected that he would be so persistent about his hometown that he had left long ago, and he would still have such persistent nostalgia in his heart.

That night he drank one bottle after another. In the end, I had no choice but to push him into the back seat of the taxi. By that time, he was already drunk and unconscious, and I had no way of asking him anything.

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The only thing I'm happy about is that he didn't vomit in the car, which saved me some trouble.

His home is in the middle of Bingcheng City. The aisle is the largest shopping mall in Bingcheng. This is the city center, the so-called CBD business district. The houses here cannot be cheap. Although the price is not clear, it is definitely not a poor writer like me.

Affordable to live in.

His family lives here, not in one of those high-rise buildings, but in a small warehouse surrounded by the community. It may have been a nail-biting house during the previous demolition. There was no water, electricity or gas in it, but these were all taken care of by him.

Solved one by one

Then I looked at the patch on the worn-out cotton-padded jacket on my shoulders. It really matched the place where he lived.

The first time I met him was at that skewer shop. I have been a regular customer there. I have been spending evenings there with a few friends since I was in high school. Although it has been more than ten years in the blink of an eye,

But we are still so nostalgic.

At that time, he had a quarrel with a few gangsters, and within a few words it turned into a fight. It would be unfair to say that there was a fight, but in fact it was the gangsters who were beating him, and in the end they just dragged him away.

After leaving the shop, he fell down in the snow.

Two friends and I happened to encounter this scene. We are naturally very familiar with these little gangsters who are always wandering around, and have had several verbal conflicts with them. Now we see that they have no martial arts spirit and even surround us.

Beating up a middle-aged man in his forties directly inspired our chivalrous spirit, and we rushed over together.

I pulled him up from the ground, and he spat out the blood in his mouth on the ground, twisted his face, and cursed: "The people of Bingcheng are really careless, and they bully the small ones."

That was the first thing I heard from him, and it was so annoying.

"Are you OK."

"Oh, thank you, brothers." When he saw us, he smiled, which looked uglier than crying.

Turn on the generator, and the lights in the house light up with the sound of the generator starting up.

This is a small house of less than 20 square meters, which is roughly divided into two parts by cement and concrete. One half is a bed and an extremely small bedside table, and the other side is a shelf with various items on the top.

A variety of snacks and daily necessities.

This is not my first time here, but every time I come here, I feel shabby. It reminds me of the grocery store when I was a child. It was also so small and closed. I can feel the dull atmosphere as soon as I enter the house.

, suffocating.

I can't imagine what would happen if I lived here, I might just die from depression.

I put him on the bed. There was really no decoration in the room, except for a transparent swan hanging on the bedside table.

I picked it up, looked at it, and weighed it. It was not made of glass, and of course it couldn't be crystal. It was just a transparent pendant made of plastic through a special production method. Even the rope above was replaced later.

, maybe due to being rubbed frequently, it is a little greasy.

Seeing that he was snoring loudly, it seemed that there was no need for me to stay here. The dull air here still held my lungs tightly, making me very uncomfortable.
Chapter completed!