The story of a fool

On this day, the fool was still walking in the street in his old military uniform. The old street is very narrow, and the shops on both sides open early. When he saw the fool, he shouted: Hey! Where to go, old wood. Fools have no names. He often holds a stick in his hand. Everyone calls him Mu. When a fool hears someone calling him, he will smile politely and wave a stick. Fools do this every day, and today is nothing special. Maybe the fool is out looking for food, which is his daily life. The proprietress of Hui Hui's firm was very kind to the fool, and called them to give them two boiled eggs, which the fool happily put in his pocket. It's too early.

Fools have been around for many years. People who live nearby basically know him, but they don't know where he lives. It is said that he lives on a stage between urban and rural areas. Originally, a fool lived in his sister-in-law's house after his parents died, and then somehow he lived on the stage.

Fools are warm-hearted. As long as he has food in his hand, he will give it to Lao Huang. At first, Lao Huang was amblyopic. Later, no one took care of him and had no money to treat his eyes, so he gradually disappeared. Because it is inconvenient for Lao Huang to go anywhere, he was almost hit by a car several times. Later, he met a fool. The fool told Lao Huang not to go to the street. You died as soon as those cars hit you. So, this fool goes for a walk in the street every day. He will go to any shop he can go to. Let's see what we got. If we are lucky, we can get some meat to eat, and the two of them will have a holiday.

That winter, in order to enliven the cultural life of the villagers, the head of Lincheng Village wanted to sing a big play in the village and sent people to the stage to clean up early. Fool and Lao Huang's home are here, and there are other possessions. On this day, when both of them were away, the village name left their home in rags. After singing for three days, it snowed heavily for three days, and no one has ever seen a fool and Lao Huang again.

Later, I heard that Lao Huang was hit by a car when crossing the road, and I don't know what happened later.

As for that fool, I haven't heard from him for a long time. I think it may be Lao Huang's accident that made the fool lose a part of his daily life and become a madman.

The next spring, the apricot trees on the wall of the stage bloomed and reached the corner of the stage through the wall early. The stage is wet, probably in winter, and it's still wet. On this day, the weather was fine and people in the street walked unhurriedly. Someone found a new bedding on the stage, which surprised everyone.

Some people say that the fool is back, others say that he is another tramp, and there are all kinds of speculations, but this quilt has never been touched or slept.