Caigen, sitting at the dining table by the window, lit a cigarette.

A cigarette, 8 cm, not counting the filter, 5 cm, generally smoked 9 puffs.

A box of cigarettes, 7 yuan, 3 cents and 5 cents per cigarette, less than 4 cents for a puff.

Every time Cai Gen smoked, he remembered it very clearly, because he was very poor.

In the winter of the Northeast, the sun is very warm in the morning, shining on Cai Gen's pale face, which is very comfortable.

It was so comfortable that even if I just got up, the sleepiness hit again.

The glass door of the restaurant was pushed open, and an elderly man walked in.

"Boss, do you want bean buns?"

The old man first asked in the room, and then began to look around for people, but there was no one at the bar?

In the corner by the window, I saw Cai Gen, walked over, and asked again.

"Boss, do you want bean buns?"

Cai Gen's sleepiness did not dissipate because of the visitor, and he looked at the visitor casually.

A black old-fashioned padded jacket, black old-fashioned cotton pants, and a patch with beautiful stitches can be seen on the trouser leg.

The clothes were very old, but they were cleanly washed. On his feet was a new pair of puffed cotton shoes, with a new white mask on his face, and his ears were red from the cold.

In his hand is also a brand new pair of white gloves, holding a series of bean bags, showing it to Cai Gen.

"Homemade, pure yellow rice and bean buns, 15 yuan for 10 pieces."

Cai Gen stared at Nalian bean buns, 1 yuan in the morning market, which is bigger than this, and most importantly, eat sticky food and heartburn.

"Don't."

The old man saw that Cai Gen refused very simply, and he was not embarrassed at all, and continued to say skillfully.

"It's really home-made, green food."

Cai Gen was not impressed by green food and still insisted.

"Don't."

The old man felt a little unhappy, and turned to leave, but as if he thought of something, he turned around and said with a tentative smile.

"Boss, can I exchange bean buns for a meal?"

Cai Gen pondered for a moment.

"15 yuan a piece, I will do it if I eat it, and I can't exchange it for bean bags."

The old man's eyes showed a very disappointed look, and after waiting for a few seconds, seeing that Cai Gen could not change his mind, he turned around with a straight face, opened the glass door, and went out.

With the crisp sound of the bell on the glass door, Cai Gen lit another cigarette.

Through the glass door, see the old man placing the bean bag in the basket hanging from the back of the bicycle.

Kicking off the ladder, pushing the cart, he walked to the next shop and continued to sell his bean buns.

When Cai Gen took the fourth puff of the cigarette, he began to kowtow, and then carefully pinched off the cigarette butt, leaving a relatively large cigarette fart, and then fell asleep on the table.

As soon as I slept until the afternoon, there was still no business, and no one disturbed Cai Gen's sleep.

I washed my face, I was a little hungry, the cigarettes were almost gone, and I still had a night to boil, it was difficult to stay up without smoke, put on a down jacket, and went to the supermarket at the door to buy cigarettes and instant noodles.

When I walked to the door of the supermarket, I was just in time for the students to get out of school, and the road was crowded with cars to pick up the students.

I went to the supermarket, bought a box of cigarettes, two packs of instant noodles, a pack to eat now, and a pack of supper at night, and was paying for it, when I heard a sharp brake sound outside.

"I'm going, I'm in an accident."

"So many people, what are you doing so fast?"

"Yes, isn't there a traffic police officer at the school gate? What's the matter? ”

"Fart traffic police, all the people outside in winter are auxiliary police, who do the auxiliary police dare to care."

Cai Gen listened to the discussion of the supermarket customers, didn't take it to heart, and walked out of the supermarket with his things.

A group of people were seen surrounding a bicycle and a car, and the bicycle was carrying a basket behind it.

Cai Gen knows that the basket is the bicycle of the bean bag seller in the morning, I hope the person is okay.

I only wore a pair of slippers to buy things, and it was so cold, I quickly ran back to my store.

turned on the TV, or the Central 13 News Channel, and only watched this channel every time, because it made Cai Gen feel that he had not derailed from the outside world, and he was still concerned about national affairs every day.

When the water boiled, Cai Gen took out a cigarette and just wanted to light it, but suddenly seemed to think of something, and quickly ran to the front hall, found the big cigarette fart from the ashtray, carefully pinched it with his hand and lit it, and returned to the back kitchen to wait for the water to boil.

The water was quickly boiled, the eggs were laid down, the seasoning was put in, the pot was removed, and a makeshift dinner was completed.

Turn off the TV in the kitchen, sit back in the dining room, and stare out the blackened window at the high school students after school.

Hurried past the doorway, all tilting their heads to look inside, but no one came in, like it wasn't a fast food restaurant.

The students are also poor, they can't afford fast food, and they all go to small classes, when will the city get better?

In the country's famous mining area, within a few years, 7 out of 8 mines went bankrupt, and every family has no spare money in their hands, and life is difficult.

Cai Gen sighed while eating noodles slowly, it is said that the slower the speed of eating, the less you eat, the easier it is to be full, so Cai Gen eats very slowly.

"The spring breeze of reform is blowing all over the land, and the Chinese people are really angry..."

Cai Gen picked up the phone, saw that it was his wife, and picked it up.

"Have you eaten?"

"Eat, what's wrong?"

"Transfer 1500 to me, and it's time for my son's after-school class to pay."

"Isn't this semester's payment over?"

"It's for the next semester, and there's a discount for early delivery."

"Well, I'll turn it around for you in a moment. Wait until I'm done eating. ”

"Transfer it to me now, wait over there, and end today."

"Well, turn now."

Cai Gen hung up the phone, transferred money to his wife, began to calculate his financial problems in his heart, and suddenly raised his head and looked at the god of civil and military wealth at the bar.

The God of Literature and Wealth has a kind face, and the God of Martial Arts has a heroic face and is so magnificent.

And Cai Gen felt as if they were laughing at themselves, were they looking at their own jokes? Still helpless?

After eating noodles, Cai Gen lit a cigarette and began his accustomed entertainment, sitting at the bar, staring at the quartz clock at the door.

58.59.1, why is there one second less per minute? Is it a problem with the clock, or is it a problem with the eyes?

It's 9 o'clock, it's 60 seconds less, it's 10 o'clock, it's 60 seconds less, it's 11 o'clock, it's still 60 seconds less.

Cai Gen lit a cigarette again, if this continues, I will live 24 minutes less than others a day, which is a bit of a loss.

At 12 o'clock, the glass door of the store was pushed open, and the crisp sound of the bell rang out, which was very pleasant and refreshing in the silence of midnight.

"Boss, do you want bean buns?"

Familiar content, familiar tones.

Cai Gen lowered his gaze from the quartz clock and stared at the comer.

The old man's clothes were all dirt marks, the white mask covering his face was full of blood, and the new pair of woolen cotton shoes were missing, only socks remained, and his thighs became unnaturally twisted.

The new white gloves were also dirty, and he held a series of bloodstained bean bags in his hands, the first two of which had been flattened.

The old man saw that Cai Gen didn't speak, and continued to say sullenly from the mask that was bleeding down.

"Boss, do you want bean buns?"

"Boss, do you want bean buns? I made my own bean buns. ”

"Why don't you want my bean buns? Why don't you? ”

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There is no materialism in the chest, and it has disappeared like snow and the flames of the furnace have disappeared the sun; There is a period of emptiness in front of me, and when I see the moon in the blue sky and the shadow in the waves. Quoted from "Caigen Tan"