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In the north, there is an ancient city called Longcheng. It can be said that many, many years ago, the legend of the most gorgeous, romantic and flamboyant dynasty in the history of China began in this city. But now, most people in Longcheng don't know about it. They have too many things to care about, for example, why the house price will soar like the height of an adolescent boy; For example, should they sell their own stocks? For example, looking at more and more Mercedes-Benz or BMW cars on the wide roads in Liuzhou, I asked God why they have worked hard, but they can't get such rich rewards. In a word, many things are more important than when their city was young.

Of course, of course, there are always exceptions. For example, yuan Zhen Yuanji doesn't have to worry about the problems that most people care about. Because Yuanji is a beggar, he has nothing, so he doesn't have to worry about losing anything-I can't say that. Yuanji still sincerely expects the market to prosper. If you go down, it will also have an impact on his income. Thought of here, Yuanji will laugh at himself. It's really amazing. As humble as himself, he has to care about ... the direction of the national economy. Yuanji doesn't know that he is a humorous person. He thinks he just has his own way of life.

Yuanji is a senior beggar who has been in the business for more than 20 years. People often have a contemptuous evaluation of beggars: "With hands and feet, nothing can be done well. Reach for it, shameless? " But this sentence is useless to Yuanji, because he really has no hands, feet, arms and legs. There should be two small balls under his shoulders where his arms are long, and there should be two small balls under his body where his thighs are connected. No one knows how it happened except God. Anyway, it happened to Yuanji. His length is the height of a four-year-old child, because it is only half that of a normal person. He sat in a small chair when begging, but to outsiders, he seemed to be stuffed into this child's seat. This small chair has armrests, which really helps him keep his balance. From an outsider's point of view, he has an old, dark face and a baby-like body. For so many years, Yuan Ji's eyes on everyone passing by him have long been commonplace. Those eyes, surprise, sympathy, pity, disgust ... If you want to accurately count the types of eyes when you first see Yuanji, you may still need to arrange and combine formulas. Because, in the eyes of many people, many different emotions are gathered. There is no way, Yuanji smiled at himself. When he really has no hands or feet, he has to be shameless.

He only remembers that many, many years ago, when a little girl first met him, she was surprised and even infinitely surprised and asked him, "Are you a Transformers?" He definitely said to the smiling little man in front of him, "I am." To be precise, it was an autumn nineteen years ago, which happened to be the fifth anniversary of Yuan Zhen's begging. Time, for him, is an unforgettable thing. He can never tell how old he is. After all, age changes every year, and no one can remember it. Anyway, he can say his birth year without thinking, because he will see this year on the form when he goes to the neighborhood Committee to receive benefits every year. If you really want to know how old you are, just add it up. Yuanji can also calculate addition In fact, Yuanji didn't go to school for a day, but when his mother was alive, he used his brother's textbook to teach him to read. Mother didn't go to school much herself, but she taught with unparalleled seriousness. It seems that they have slowly and unconsciously finished reading the textbooks for the fifth grade of primary school. Then my mother passed away.

When Yuanji was young, he was not very clear about his disability. He only remembers that his infancy seems to be particularly long. When he has a very clear memory, he still sits in a faded stroller and basks in the sun at his door all day. Staring at the four small meat balls on his shoulder and the root of his thigh, he felt that they were very kind. His mother told him that his hands and feet are in these four meatballs, and they will grow out in a certain time. His hands and feet do grow a little slower than other children, but they will grow out one day. When he was a child, Yuanji had no doubt that his limbs would burst out of his body like sprouting plants one morning, because he knew that the very brave Third Prince Nezha came out of a meatball. However, when he recalled his mother's unquestionable eyes and tone, he felt that if her acting was not very good, she really believed as much as herself.

After his mother died, she had no strength to speak any more. She slowly stroked the two meatballs under his shoulder, and she was infinitely nostalgic. He was sixteen at that time, and he knew what it meant. He knew that his mother told him that his hands and feet would grow out one day. Even if his mother is leaving, there will be no one to wait with him from now on, and he will never forget that it will grow up eventually. When mother closed her eyes, her finger was still on the meatball under his right shoulder. At that time, he didn't think his mother was dead because her fingers were still warm.

After mother's funeral, my brother left. Moved to a seamstress's house, and her husband and children died. Before leaving, my brother said that my mother left Yuan Ji the small bungalows in these two hutongs. My brother also said that to reassure Yuanji, no one would come to rob him of two houses. He told Yuanji to be careful and then left. I will come back once or twice a month to clean Yuan Ji's room, move some honeycomb coal, or fix something broken or something. However, he didn't leave Yuan Ji a penny. Every time I leave, I say, pay attention to safety or something. I have never asked Yuanji what to eat, what to drink and how to live. It seems that Yuanji is really regarded as a fairy. Yuanji never asked his brother for anything, never asked him for money, and never said that he needed someone to take care of him. Every time I see my brother, he smiles, and when he leaves, he still remembers to say a word to him. Slow down on the road. It seems that I think of myself as a fairy. Their brothers abide by this tacit understanding, and what no one mentions is that it doesn't exist. It seems that my brother sees this problem this way: since Yuanji is alive, he can live on his own, and there is nothing wrong with letting him die like a plant.

There are some things my brother certainly doesn't know. For example, on the morning of the third day after he left, Yuanji himself fell out of bed like a heavy tumbler, and then moved to the neighbor's house opposite bit by bit, struggling to grasp the balance in this difficult movement. Then bow your head and knock on the door. He said, "Grandma Chen, I'm hungry."

Yuanji began to beg from that day. Every morning, the neighbors in the alley move him and his small chair to the corner when he is at work, and then move back when he comes home from work at night. Yuanji himself spent a long day in a noisy street corner. Many years later, he still clearly remembers his first day at work. It's a little uncomfortable to walk from a hut in a dark narrow alley to this wide road at once. I always feel that the long road is bright, like a river reflecting countless sunshine, dazzling. Yuanji kept his head down all day, not looking at all the eyes printed on him. When someone dropped a coin or a wool ticket in the iron box in front of him, he just looked up and said, "Thank you." He felt that he should say something besides thanking himself, but he didn't say anything after all. If when he looks up and says thank you, people have already left, he will be relieved and say thank you to the distant figure in a low voice that only he can hear. Then, he was a little lonely, and he always hoped that people could hear his thanks. Although he is a beggar, his gratitude is sincere.

After the first day at work, Yuanji felt a pain in his neck. The sunset has arrived, and the dazzling strip has warm colors and expressions. Yuanji's small chair floats on the water. Yuanji thought that when he got home, his mother would definitely help him rub his stiff neck, because he kept his head down all day. But he suddenly remembered something, so he laughed at himself, pig brain, and couldn't remember anything. The figure of the neighbor who came to take him home has appeared at the end of the street. Yuan Ji smiled at himself. In just three days, sixteen-year-old Yuanji felt as if he had been aging for many years.

When he got home, Yuanji knocked on his neighbor's door with his head again. He happily fiddled with the iron box, which contained meatballs that should be his left leg, making a tinkling sound. He said, "Grandma Chen, this is my meal for you."

In this way, many years have passed The bustling street corner is familiar, and it no longer feels dazzling, but has the taste of home. Yuanji, like everyone else, works at sunrise and rests at sunset. Neighbors in the alley always naturally move Yuanji and his little chair to the corner like a bag of flour, and then move back at night. There are always neighbors who will cook or wash clothes for Yuanji. Later, people from the neighborhood Committee came with a lot of dazzling forms, saying that they were all used to help him. They asked Yuanji, can you write? Yuanji is a little embarrassed because he thinks he should be able to write. He remembers all the faces of those words, but he can't prove that he can write. The people in the neighborhood Committee smiled and said, "Never mind, we'll fill it out for you." Unconsciously, one day Yuanji suddenly found himself alive. He is used to eating the food on the plate directly with his mouth like a cat and dog, and moving forward on the ground with his own physical strength. His nose without limbs became as flexible as a snake. He can even dress himself-his clothes are pullovers with different thicknesses all year round, and the children in the neighborhood like to watch Yuanji dress: Yuanji bends down like a tumbler, covers his head with his mouth and a stump connected to his shoulder, and then twists his body, twists and puts on his clothes wonderfully. When Yuanji's dark and mature face emerges from the round neck, the children will always applaud and cheer happily, and Yuanji will also show a satisfied smile in this clear and clean cheer.

In his fifth year of begging, Yuanji met Puyun for the first time.

It was a sunny morning in early summer.

A little girl with big eyes appeared in front of him in surprise and asked him, "Are you a Transformers?" She should only be four or five years old. Rare, Yuanji can not look up at her face. It was the time when the comic called Transformers was all the rage. At a certain time every day, the theme song will ring in every corner of the city. Yuanji looked at her beautiful and delicate face, smiled and said in a very positive tone, "I am."

The little girl smiled, revealing two sharp little tiger teeth and hesitantly approached him. Inadvertently, her little shoes touched the iron box in front of Yuanji. She carefully looked at some coins in the iron box, then looked him in the eye and said firmly, "Are you selling money?"

"Selling money?" Yuanji paused and suddenly understood what she meant. In her logic, since some people sell ice cream, some people sell noodles and some people sell apples, it is not incomprehensible if someone sets up a stall to sell coins or banknotes. So he said, "Sort of."

Now the little girl is satisfied because all her questions have reasonable explanations. She held out her little hand and gently stroked the residual arm outside Yuan's undershirt. She said, "What is this?"

But she immediately found the answer: "When you want to use your hand, your hand will stick out from here, right?"

Yuanji shook his head. Suddenly, sadness came from it: "My hand has never reached out from it. I have never seen what my hands look like. "

"How come?" She tilted her head. "Maybe there is something wrong with you and you have to send it to be repaired."

Her soft little hand gently stroked the meatballs under his shoulder, and the subtle and gentle feeling made Yuanji suddenly feel deeply disappointed. He looked down at her little hand carefully. It's white and tender, and its five little nails still have a faint red color of impatiens. For the first time in his life, he stared at other people's hands so confidently and boldly. No one knows how curious he is about what everyone has. But he never said to anyone: Let me have a good look at your hands, ok? He dare not. He never dared to say so. He never dares to tell others what he hopes.

"What's your name?" He asked the little girl.

"My name is Zhang Puyun." The way the little guy says his name practically is very cute.

"Where do you live?"

"Puyun Lane." The little girl didn't seem interested in anything about herself, so she changed the subject. "How can you eat with your hands like this?"

"Like animals, use your mouth directly." He said.

"Then if my back itches, how can I scratch it?" Puyun stare big eyes.

"forbearance." Yuan Ji smiled.

"forbearance?" Puyun nodded. "It's amazing."

"There is no way, I have to put up with many things." Yuanji explained.

"That-"Puyun's face suddenly felt a little embarrassed. She put her mouth to his ear and whispered, "Then how do you wipe your ass?"

"This is my secret and I can't say it." Yuanji has a serious expression. So Puyun was naturally fooled.

So, they met.

Puyun's house is not far from where Yuan Jihang begged. That Puyun Lane is similar to the hutong where Yuanji lives, and there are many bungalow hutongs. It is called Puyun Lane because there is a very famous temple in Longcheng, Puyun Temple. Very old temples, very prosperous incense. However, these were all known by Yuan Zhen later.

Since then, Puyun has often come to Yuanji for a while, not necessarily every day, but always every once in a while. Until one day, Yuanji had to leave his usual begging place. At that time, he thought regretfully, and wondered if Puyun would be disappointed if he could not find him.

What happened was this: that day, Yuan Ji met several hooligans passing by. They spit on Yuanji's head and threw melon seeds into his collar. Then he took all the coins in Yuan Jitie's box. Yuanji silently closed his eyes and did not move. He felt that this kind of trouble would eventually pass, and when they had had enough trouble, they naturally left. But when they left, they kicked over Yuanji's small chair and watched Yuanji struggle on the ground like a tumbler, almost starting to turn. They burst into earth-shattering laughter.

Then they left, leaving Yuanji struggling on the ground alone. At this time, he felt a sudden silence on the edge of his ear. The whole world has become paler and quieter than before. His little chair is close at hand, but he sits up again and again, bends down, sits up and bends down, but can't get close. The little chair seems to have turned into death, which seems to be the inevitable outcome, but the process of arrival is really hard and meaningless. It was the first time in Yuan Zhen's life that he asked himself why he wanted to live in this world.

That day was a turning point in Yuan Jisheng's life. Because he met the master of mastery. The proficient mage happened to pass by here with some disciples. I saw Yuanji covered in dirt and his face was bruised. The disciples helped him up and let him go back to the small chair. The master of mastery smiled at him, and his smile overwhelmed him. The proficient mage asked Yuanji if he was willing to beg at the gate of their temple. There are many people in the temple. Whoever bullies Yuanji again will always have a care. When Master Jing Tong spoke, his eyes were as calm as the red cassock on his body. He made Yuanji feel ashamed. Yuanji looked down at himself and muttered, "Master, I'd better not go. I, I look like a bug, I am so dirty. "

The master mage smiled and said, "Who is not dirty in this world?"

Simple and thought-provoking six words have solved all the problems. Then the disciples carried Yuanji all the way to the gate of their temple with small chairs. Yuanji saw it, so this is the Puyun Temple among many people in Longcheng.

The entrance of Puyun Temple is shaded by trees.

From then on, Yuanji sat in the shade at the entrance of Puyun Temple all day. Every day, he said to every monk who came in and out of the temple, "Amitabha." Unconsciously, when someone stuffed money into his iron box, he stopped saying "thank you" and said "Amitabha". Yuanji thinks these two sentences are the same.

Many years later, Longcheng Evening News published an article about the "Handicapped Beggars Gang" at the entrance of Puyun Temple. It is said that it is a fixed scenery at the entrance of Puyun Temple. Every day, several disabled people beg at the entrance of Puyun Temple. However, this article did not mention that Yuanji was the first person in this disabled beggar gang. Of course, of course, this is another story.

Yuanji, who first came to beg at the entrance of Puyun Temple, was lonely and unbearable. Being alone all day, smelling the fragrance floating from the temple, is also a kind of lonely taste. In this loneliness, he began to miss Puyun. He was afraid that he would never see Puyun again. But on second thought, Puyun said that her home was in Puyun Lane, so it was near Puyun Temple. So, she is actually very close to him now; So, he will meet her. This idea reassured Yuanji. With this in mind, he began an extremely long wait. Time is not difficult at all. He has enough time and patience. No matter how long he waits, he believes that she will always appear. Whether it's a week later, a year later, or three years and five years later, it makes no difference to Yuanji.

But Yuanji didn't wait for Puyun. He waited for his brother.

On the day my brother arrived, there was a ceremony at Puyun Temple. The sound of chanting every day, and then, my brother came, stepping on the shadows of the trees. He has not seen his brother for a long time. Since my brother knew that his neighbors took care of Yuanji tacitly, he appeared less and less in the alley until there was no trace. My brother stood in front of Yuanji, squatted down and didn't speak for a long time. Yuanji didn't speak. He is a man of few words.

Later, my brother finally spoke and said, "Turn around and I'll put four wheels on your little chair." It's easier for someone to send you here. "

Yuanji smiled and said, "Good."

Then they went back to Yuanji's cabin. My brother looked at the increasingly dilapidated walls around him and asked, "Do you know that this hutong is going to be demolished?"

Yuanji has heard of such a thing. Everyone said that after the hutong was demolished, all the original neighborhoods would move to a building far away from the city center. According to the truth, Yuan Ji can also be assigned to a two-bedroom apartment of more than 50 square meters. They will take good care of Yuanji and put him on the first floor.

Yuan Ji nodded: "I heard. Everyone has to live in a building, just a little farther. "

The elder brother said, "She is pregnant." Looking at Yuanji's puzzled face, he added, "Your sister-in-law."

Yuanji said, "Oh."

The elder brother said, "She already has a child. We can't live there with this. You haven't been to our house. We live in a small room above the tailor's shop. Now, now that we have divided the house, I, I just came to discuss it with you. Let's live together. Anyway, there are two new houses, and there is no need for one person. We can take care of you from now on, will you? "

Yuanji said, "Good."

Brother froze. He didn't expect that a thing he thought was difficult was so easy to solve. After a while, he stammered, "How much can the neighborhood committee give you every month now? Is it enough? "

"Not enough." Yuanji is a little embarrassed. "If it is enough, you don't have to go to the streets to ask for it."

My brother said, "Anyway, live with us, and there is no need to beg."

Yuanji shook his head: "No, it's still the same. All you have to do is take me to the entrance of Puyun Temple every day and pick me up at night. "

The elder brother said, "Forget it. You go in and out begging under my nose every day. What do you want people to think of me? "

Yuanji said, "Do you think this will work?" You go to live in a new house. I will stay at your tailor's shop. Anyway, I can only count as half a person, and I don't need much space. But if you lived in a tailor's shop, there wouldn't be these blocks. You must cook for me, wash clothes and send me to Puyun Temple. How's it going? "

I don't know how long it took, but he heard his brother say, "I know, I'm sorry."

Yuanji said, "No, it's not easy for you."

In this way, Yuanji has four more wheels under his little chair. The armrest of the chair is also tied with a rope. His little chair was converted into a sleigh. This is the only thing my brother has done for Yuanji for so many years.

Yuanji lives in the attic of the tailor's shop On the first night of moving there, a big mouse with four or five little mice filed from one corner of the house to another. When Yuanji passed by, Yuanji thought, "We are neighbors now."

In fact, Yuanji doesn't care where he lives. He couldn't tell when it started. The shade at the entrance of Puyun Temple is his real home. Although there is no roof, no walls, no doors to open and close. But this reassured Yuanji. All the connections between Yuanji and the world: his business, his friends, his benefactors, people he knows who can chat with him to relieve boredom, his familiar smell and his concern, are gathered in the small shade at the entrance of Puyun Temple.

One day, Yuanji was chatting with a young monk who was cleaning the temple gate. He pretended to be careless and said that he had met a little girl, also called Puyun. What a coincidence. The young monk said, is that the little girl who lives in Puyun Lane? After getting a positive answer, the young monk said that her name was given by our abbot. Yuanji realized that his friend Puyun was an abandoned baby who was thrown at the entrance of Puyun Temple a few years ago. The abbot gave her this name. Later, she was adopted by a couple who lived in Puyun Lane. Finally, the young monk said, "They seem to have moved away." Yuanji was surprised: "Where did you move here?" The young monk shook his head: "I don't know."

Then, many years passed.

Over the years, people with physical disabilities have slowly gathered at the entrance of Puyun Temple. At first, a blind fortune teller came. He is Yuanji's first colleague. He was very enthusiastic to help Yuanji touch the bones for free. Yuanji thanked him and refused because he felt that his life was nothing to calculate. Then came a man with only one leg and a man with his back bent like a camel. Like Yuanji, they are beggars. Now someone is chatting with Yuanji. In fact, Yuanji is still a man of few words, but I don't know why. Every bystander can see that he is the center of this group of mutilated people. His tumbler-like body and quiet face, like a magnet, make the blind, lame and hunchbacked people unite with him happily like brothers.

That was the end of 1999. In order to welcome the arrival of the new millennium, brilliant fireworks were always transpiration in the night sky of Dragon City. Although Yuanji has no concept of the new millennium, he still enjoys it. He knows that this is a happy moment anyway. Especially at noon one day, a vendor selling roasted sweet potatoes with his own stove at the entrance of Puyun Temple gave Yuan Ji a big, soft and properly baked sweet potato. He said: I have no money, I can only give you this. It's the year of the sun soon. It's lucky. This sweet potato makes Yuanji feel good all day.

That night, Yuanji stayed late at the entrance of Puyun Temple. The blind, the lame, the hunchback, they are all gone. The door of Puyun Temple is also closed. But my brother never came to pick up Yuanji. Probably because the tailor shop was too busy at the end of the year, my brother forgot. The young monk said, Master told me that it is really impossible for you to sleep in the temple tonight. Yuanji quickly thanked him and said, "I'll wait and see."

It's late at night, and everything is silent. Yuanji feels cold. At this time, the sound of exquisite high heels sounded on the cold road, and a face emerged from the pale street lamp at night. Yuanji can see clearly. It's puyun.

How many years have passed, and Yuanji doesn't know. Although he recognized her at a glance, Yuan Jicai was horrified to find that time flew by from her mature face.

She has completely turned into a woman. Make-up, short skirt, leather skirt, boots. My hair is dyed the color of wheat ears and hangs loosely behind. A gaunt face, but her eyes have not changed at all, still clear. Suddenly, Yuanji was afraid. He was afraid that she would pass by like a passerby, but he was even more afraid that she would recognize him.

"Is that you?" Puyun finally found him. She narrowed her eyes hesitantly and looked at him carefully. This simple expression filled her with amorous feelings. "I didn't expect to meet you." She smiled.

Yuanji wants to say that I have been waiting for you for many years. But I didn't say it. He just said, "What a coincidence."

Puyun squatted down and put his hands around the leather skirt. Her beautiful knees are so close to him. Puyun said, "Have you been begging for food for so many years?"

Yuan Ji nodded. Puyun also nodded: "Thank you." She said softly, "I was only five years old when I first met you." Now I'm seventeen. "

"So, it's twelve years." Yuanji can't believe it's been so long.

"That's right. Twelve years. " Puyun's face is full of amorous feelings. After all, she is not an ordinary woman, just like many years ago, she was not an ordinary little girl at all.

"Do you remember?" Yuanji said, "At first, you thought I was selling money."

"Remember." Puyun nodded. "You are still selling money, I, I am selling myself."

"It's not easy for everyone." Yuanji smiled faintly.

"It's good to talk to you." Puyun reached out and patted him on the head like a puppy. "I can say anything. You have seen everything, and you are used to everything. "

"You're welcome." Yuanji is a little shy. "I can only be half a person at most. People don't like me. There is nothing I don't like. "

Puyun looked up at the gray-blue night sky childishly. Her long white breath was beautiful in the silent street. Puyun said, "Aren't you cold? I am cold and hungry. " Then she saw Yuanji baked sweet potato on the iron box cover. She said with surprise, "You have such a good thing. Why didn't you say so earlier? "

"You take it to eat. You can eat it. " Yuanji doesn't know why he is so excited and impatient. He even speaks incoherently. He said, "What a pity, what a pity, it's cold."

"Shall we have dinner together?" Puyun stare big eyes. "I live near here. Come back with me. I will heat it up and we will share it. " Then she shook her head and said to herself, "I'm hopeless." I can't believe I fought with beggars for food. "

Yuanji said vigorously: "Good."

1999 At the end of the year, Puyun Lane in the early morning is no longer the mean lane of matchbox-like houses in the daytime. It is so smooth, flat and endless, connected with the endless sky. Puyun pulled the rope of the small chair and pulled Yuanji to run happily in Puyun Lane in the night. Yuanji felt a little scared. He has never tried to move so fast. Only the creaking sound of four small wheels and the crisp sound of Puyun boots are left in my ears. She ran and laughed. In fact, she has always been the five-year-old child. Yuanji closed his eyes in this rapid gliding. He thinks the birds in the sky are not delicious.

Puyun's home is as narrow and shabby as Yuanji's tailor shop. The house doesn't match her gorgeous clothes at all. She put her cold hand on her cheek, smiled warmly and put it on the stove. 1999 Longcheng, there are not many stoves for honeycomb coal. But the advantage of this kind of stove is that it can bake sweet potatoes with great fragrance. Puyun made a fire and talked to Yuanji, as if Yuanji often came here as a guest.

"all right." Puyun split the hot sweet potato in two and raised the red half to Yuanji's mouth. "It's delicious to eat while it's hot."

"No, no," Yuanji almost panicked. "You eat your half first. Leave me alone. I can eat by myself. I can. "

"Don't make a fuss." Deng Yuan eyes a turn, "you don't even have a hand, how to eat? I'll keep it for you. Eat quickly. Otherwise my half will get cold. "

Yuanji only listened to her and wolfed down the sweet potato in her white hand. Whispered in her ear, "Oh, nobody fights with you. Wait a minute, you have to eat skin, too. I'll take it off for you. Why are you so stupid? You bit my hand-"

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