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There are little sparrows on the dead vines and old trees, and the westerly wind has fallen leaves and broken electric donkeys. Dusk, willow moon, road, canteen. There are people, there are men, there are two men , one old and one young, one tall and one short, one fat and one thin, one with a crew cut and one with a middle parting . They stood facing each other across the counter. "The willow branches above the moon" "A date after dusk" "Well~ you're here." "Uh~ I'm here." "You shouldn't have come." "But I'm already here." "You're here after all." "I'm here after all~." Silence, a long silence. Confrontation, eternal confrontation. The two people, who looked like clay sculptures and wood carvings, stood motionless and faced each other in silence. , The west wind is hunting, the fallen leaves are colorful, and the sunset is getting more and more skewed. In the cafeteria, "What are you doing here again?" The old man finally chose to break the silence. "Eat" is crisp and clear, every word is spoken, the voice is sonorous and powerful, without any hesitation. . The old man lowered his head and held his forehead, pondered for a moment, then asked slowly and helplessly: "What to eat" "One piece." What to eat?" "Piece" "What to eat" "One Piece" is straightforward and decisive, without a trace of hesitation. . The old man's face finally began to change slightly. The hand holding the rice spoon couldn't help shaking. Blue veins were bulging all over. Bo said angrily. "You know I never sell meals for one dollar a piece here." "I only need one dollar for a meal." "Are you serious?" "Of course!" The old man stared hard at the man in front of him. He is very young, but his eyes will never be forgotten by anyone who looks at them. They are as quiet as night and reveal the meaning of unyielding. They are as deep as the sea and seem to penetrate everything in the world.
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