[I'm too lazy to turn on the computer, so I just used the old one (fill in the pit during winter vacation√)]
"Young man," he suddenly spoke, "do you believe in fate?"
The old man sat in the shadow of the alley, exuding a disgusting rancid smell, looking at the young man in front of him with cloudy eyes.
It was by no means a pleasant look, it was reminiscent of evil spirits in the abyss. The young man shuddered slowly, clenched the hilt of the sword but did not flinch, and the bright red sword tassel swayed slightly.
The old man laughed dullly, his laughter was so muffled that it was hard to tell whether he was laughing or crying. He took a puff of dry cigarette, and the black pipe was shiny in the sun.
After a long time, he breathed out green smoke rings and cursed words:
"You have nowhere to hide from your fate."
Later, the old man died and the young man grew up.