C1495 Early Snow
C1495 Early Snow
The night was lonely, and there was still a bit of sunlight during the day. However, as dusk approached, the cold wind became abnormally harsh. Although the street outside was still brightly lit, the footsteps of the pedestrians had become much faster.
The young couple held hands and looked at each other before smiling sweetly. As they breathed in the hot air, even though their shoulders were already trembling, their footsteps still maintained their slowest speed. Perhaps both sides were waiting for the words' Are you cold? 'from the tacit understanding of their hearts, as they wanted to stay with each other for a while longer.
The street vendors had begun to set up small stalls. From a large plastic bag, he orderly took out a variety of clothes and pants and placed them on the stall. He had a worried expression on his face and his sallow face was slightly red, as if it was flushed by the cold wind. In his heart, this sort of coldness didn't have much meaning. This was because business was difficult today, and a mere bit of coldness was not a problem.
However, just because he didn't care didn't mean that others didn't care. As the weather grew colder and the number of people dwindling, the business grew dimmer. As a result, tonight's income would be greatly reduced. The result of a night of hard work would not be optimistic at all. What about tomorrow? The family's expenses tomorrow were all expected to be supplemented by tonight's business.
Smoke had already begun to billow from the snacks' stalls in the night market. The cook's sallow face, against the firelight, was a darker shade of yellow. Thick sweat covered his forehead as if he had forgotten where he was. In front of the metal pot that was shaking in front of him, the coldness seemed pale and powerless. Whether it was the temperature of the fire or the heat the chef felt, of course … It was cold outside, and everyone wanted to eat a mouthful of steaming hot food. Many of them chose to pack it up to bring back. This was what they wanted to see the most, and also what they wanted to do the most.
Almost all the shops on both sides of the street had their lights turned on. Other than a few that had closed for business, the rest were still open for business. However, industry was not so easy to do now. With the advent of the information age and the advent of electronic money, more people could do what they wanted without leaving their homes. Furthermore, they could even deliver goods to their homes.
Stay at home comfortably, and have someone deliver what you want to you. This was the most comfortable thing to do, not to mention that after the great disaster of the world, the competition between the different industries had become even more intense. The owners of these open shops did not know what expressions they had right now, but the receptionists in the shops were slightly frowning, looking back and forth at the passersby with eyes full of expectation and worry.
They were looking forward to someone entering the store, so the business would be better. Because there were many shops on this street that were closed, closing them meant that they were unemployed, which was a result they did not want to see. After the disaster, the world economy had become depressed, and the demand for work had increased indefinitely.
The homeless person at the corner of the shop was curled up and shivering. His eyes were filled with hesitation as he looked at the passersby. Most of their gazes were fixed on a rather ostentatious nightclub in the middle of the street.
There were a lot of expensive cars parked in front of the gate. They were as new as if they had just left the factory. Under the exaggerated neon lights of the nightclub, it was either a well-dressed bodyguard or a receptionist at the entrance of the nightclub. Even the lady guarding the entrance, her gorgeous cheongsam, her impressive figure, and her beautiful face were desirable.
Those people who got off the luxurious cars were holding a beautiful lady in one hand and throwing out money in the other. They were enjoying the envious, respectful, and admiring looks from the crowd. The proud smile on the corner of their mouths was the ideal future life for everyone.
Sikong Banyu sat in front of the window, calmly watching the scene in front of him. He held a cup of hot tea in one hand and shook it gently.
Everything before him seemed to have become a painting of the living. He was like a person looking down from above, quietly watching everything that happened. Even those who were experienced and knowledgeable like Sikong Banyu had a hint of hesitation in their eyes.
Just like the thriving grass, it struggled to break through the soil and finally saw the sunlight. However, it was still growing. Even though the wind and rain had forced it to bend over, it still managed to stand up with all its might. It was just that the yellow of the autumn sun and the decline of the winter sun, was it really worth bearing so many hardships? Perhaps only as green grasses would they know why they were so persistent.
"Their lives are for the better. He didn't know what life was, but why? However … Is it really necessary to go deeper into what life is? "
Yes! Is it necessary to know what life is? Someone once said that life was simply being born and living. It was as simple as that. Actually, there were people who had also thought about why people were born and whether people were born due to a mysterious thing that gave them this special mission. This was the reason why people appeared. Where did people come from, where did they go after death?
Perhaps there were quite a few people searching for the answer, but in the end, they were all living in the midst of their troubles and gradually worked hard to live. They didn't search deeper, nor did they need to search deeper. They hoped to live longer, so they worked hard to improve their cultivation base. Just like how ordinary people worked hard to earn money, hoping that they could live better and have more economic abilities, they gradually neglected the true meaning of life and death.
A hint of white quietly flashed past Sikong Banyu's eyes, causing him to come back to his senses. His gaze landed on the white floating goose feather that was as exquisite as a work of art under the dim yellow light. He felt the temperature of the teacup in his hand had reached its peak and he could no longer feel even a tiny bit of it.
At this moment, everyone on the street slowly raised their heads and looked at the sky, as if they had reached a tacit understanding.