1496: C1496 Prophylaxis

C1496 Prophylaxis

"It's snowing."0

Snowflakes slowly drifted down from the sky like scattered feathers after the wings of an angel had been folded. As the cold wind danced, it brought them to many corners of the street. The little vendor's stall, the roof of the car, the beggar's clothes, the top of the billboard, the clothes of passers-by, and the bodies of beggars.

"With the appearance of the tsunami, the Siberian cold current invaded our province, causing a sudden change in the weather and the arrival of early winter." With the appearance of the tsunami, the Siberian cold current invaded our province, causing a sudden change in the weather and the arrival of early winter.

On a public television set hung on a plaza not far away from the street, Tan Zhou television was broadcasting the news. There were people watching from afar, and there were even some who were curled up on their chairs watching the scene while spitting out hot air. A look of anticipation flashed across their faces, and just like the host on TV had said, they were looking forward to the rays of sunlight that would appear after the blizzard to illuminate their depressed lives.

The snow gradually grew heavier, covering the ground in a thick layer. The hawkers began to pack up their stalls and leave. Today's street needed cleaning, so it was no longer suitable for them to stay here any longer. At the entrance of the nightclub, the cars were leaving one by one, leaving two black marks on the road and spreading to the corner of the street.

The shops nearby were also gradually closing. Only a few of them were still holding on, hoping that one more customer would bring them closer to a better life.

Sikong Banyu looked at the whole street. It had turned into a vast expanse of white, as if wanting to cover and hide something.

"Mr. Han, let me make you a new cup of hot tea! The day is getting really fast. " The young man walked over with a smile while waving his hands, occasionally blowing hot air towards them.

Sikong Banyu smiled and shook his head. He handed the copy of "One Hundred Years of Solitude" to the young man and said, "No need. Let's call it a day! It's snowing. I should go. "

"Ah?" "You're leaving?" Although the young man was surprised, his eyes showed gratitude. Due to the heavy snowfall, there were only a few customers left in the restaurant. The rest of the guests would probably leave one by one, and at that time, he would be able to go back and rest early because it was already cold.

"Yes!" Sikong Banyu stood up, took out a 100-yuan bill and put it on the table. This was his habit, a cup of tea and a few side dishes didn't even need that much money, the rest was just the tip of the young lad's tip.

"I... I'll find you an umbrella. " The young man saw Sikong Banyu walking towards the door and quickly said.

"No need, everyone is covered in snow, how can I be an exception? "Haha …" Sikong Banyu chuckled, opened the door and walked out.

The youngster looked at Sikong Banyu's back and wanted to say something, but in the end, he didn't. For some reason, every time he saw this weird Mister Han, he would have a strange feeling. It was said that the flow of time would only leave immortality scars on a person's body. But on this Mister Han, it was as if he was the nemesis of time. Not only was there no trace of time on his body, but the marks that already existed slowly disappeared with the passage of time.

Every time he saw this Mister Han, he felt that he was a little younger than yesterday.

"Creak …" "Creak …"

Snowflakes were falling down from the doorway, creating a crisp sound. The sound was extremely ear-piercing. No... It should be said that this city and this street had never been so quiet before. It was so quiet that it almost covered up all traces of life.

That's right, besides the occasional speeding car or two on the street, there was only lonely light left. Even the storefront that had been waiting for a customer for a long time had to close down and rest, feeling colder than the snow, under the reality that the street was empty.

Sikong Banyu wrapped his clothes tightly and walked to the end of the street step by step with his hands in his pockets. The beggars and homeless people huddled by the side of the road, their faces hidden under the messy disheveled appearance of the street. Their eyes were like emeralds in the middle of the night, bright and sparkling under the contrast of the snowflakes.

The hidden yearning for life in their eyes, their loathing for the ways of the world, and their silence on the cold snow. In the eyes of others, Rachel was the water that formed the tsunami, and now it had changed into another method to continue tormenting their lives — their tragic fate seemed to have no intention of letting them go.

Some people's eyes were glazed. They looked at the white sky like the steps of heaven, let them climb it, saw the silver cloth, felt the bliss of heaven without the cold, and, in addition to the occasional flutter of snow on their dark legs, their muscles trembled, no longer under the control of their brains.

That was the instinct of their bodies. Even though their minds were filled with the bliss world of death, their bodies still wished to live on, awaiting the arrival of the sun's rays.

Sikong Banyu's gaze swept across the curled up bodies, looking at the moving "snowmen" one by one. His expression was as calm as the snowflakes floating in front of him. Regardless of whether they were synonymous with coldness or warm pioneers, they were all meaningless to him.

"Sheng …" Is there life? "

Sikong Banyu asked himself in a low voice. He saw the scene where everyone worked hard to survive before the snowflakes fell. Looking at the vendor's helplessness, he continued to do something he did not want to do. The beggar curled up in a ball, his eyes full of envy and jealousy staring at the passersby. Looking at the rich and rich, surrounded by beautiful women, his eyes were filled with confusion, not knowing what the meaning of doing all this was.

They all had one goal, and that was to live a good life. Or perhaps it should be said, to pursue the meaning of life. But... What was life? Was the meaning he was pursuing really real?

No one could answer this question. Even though some people already knew the answer, they could not say a single word.

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