"The first snow of 2002,
Came even later than before,
Bus number two, stopping on the eighth floor......."

Outside the bus, a shop was playing this Daolang song on loudspeakers.

At the same time,

Zhou Ze saw outside the window,

It had actually started snowing.

The roadside,

Was actually covered in white snow.

Today was June 27th, high summer,

And it was snowing.

The bus stopped again;

The old man suddenly appeared on the curb outside the bus, his hands in the pockets of his green coat, his liberation shoes stepping in the snow, his body shaking slightly, white gas puffing from his mouth.

Before the doors closed, Zhou Ze jumped off the bus, causing the bus driver to yell "Looking to die!" several times.

Hu…………

Cold,

It really was cold,

The middle of summer,

Suddenly turned into winter.

However, Zhou Ze, lightly dressed as he was, wasn't too bothered; he was a man who had to hug a female zombie to sleep every day, and had even slept in a freezer before.

"Young man, vigorous qi, how nice,"

The old man sized up Zhou Ze, saying enviously.

"What's going on?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Fake, all fake." The old man reached out, catching a few snowflakes, continuing, "A simple illusion; you don't want to wake up, want to keep watching, so I'll let you keep watching.

So many years,

I also want to find someone to talk to.

You killed me,

You're qualified to chat with me.

How about continuing to walk?

If you don't want to walk, this simple environment can't trap you."

The old man said, burying his head and walking forward on his own.

He was right;

This was a very simple illusion,

The transition was stiff. Compared to the Yin Yang Record's "silent and unnoticeable" great terror, this scene seemed too simple and crude.

But as the old man said,

The value of a student's oil painting doesn't necessarily depend entirely on the quality of the painting, but also on her father's status.

This illusion couldn't trap Zhou Ze, but Zhou Ze just kept his head down, facing the snowflakes, and continued to follow the old man forward.

He wanted to see, he had to see,

This thing that even the one inside him couldn't completely kill,

This guy who dared to come to his door to chat even after being killed,

What was his true face?

Although Zhou Ze had an answer in his heart,

He still needed more confirmation.

The old man seemed to be opening his heart to him, and Zhou Ze wouldn't turn him away.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier,

After walking for a while, the old man seemed unable to walk anymore, and squatted down by the roadside, taking out a long-stemmed pipe, fiddling with the tobacco, and then puffing away.

Seeing Zhou Ze standing beside him, he even offered the pipe to Zhou Ze, indicating that Zhou Ze should have a puff if he wanted, and not be polite.

Zhou Ze also squatted down, took out his own cigarette, and lit it.

An old man and a young man,

Squatted by the roadside,

Letting the snowflakes fall on their heads, shoulders, and slanted surfaces,

Silently smoking.

The old man didn't speak, and Zhou Ze didn't speak,

But what was coming,

Was bound to come.

"I really want to die, really." The old man spat a mouthful of phlegm on the ground, and then coughed a few more times, "I'm tired, really."

The old man's two "reallys" revealed a sense of helplessness.

I want to die, but I can't,

This helplessness,

In the eyes of most people, it was a case of speaking without knowing the facts, envied by many!

Throughout history, how many people dreamed of immortality, how many emperors were obsessed with it, and how many princes and nobles spared no expense for it.

But the strange thing was,

Zhou Ze could tell that the old man was speaking from the heart.

He wanted to die,

But he couldn't,

This wasn't pretense, but the deepest and truest helplessness buried in the old man's heart.

"What exactly are you?" Zhou Ze asked again.

"Oh, haven't you figured it out yet?" The old man smiled, tapping his pipe on the curb, "Or, have you already figured it out, but you don't dare to believe it, right?"

As soon as the old man finished speaking,

A group of people walked across the road,

Holding banners,

Carrying signs,

Shouting slogans,

More and more people joined in,

The shouts resounded through the sky, dispelling the winter chill, making it hot, as if the sun was in the sky, summer had returned.

"%%￥￥@！"

"%%……&！"

The slogans were uniform,

The people leading the way, were like they had been injected with chicken blood, their faces flushed, excited.

This team walked past Zhou Ze and the old man; some of them saw the old man and Zhou Ze squatting there smoking, and many of them showed disdain in their eyes.

Like they were looking at a group of numb compatriots, a group of rigid kind,

Pitying their misfortune, angered by their lack of ambition!

Zhou Ze scratched his head,

The old man laughed,

After laughing, he continued:

"I want to die, why can't the one inside you kill me either? No, he can kill me, but he can't kill me now, or he's unwilling to expend so much effort to kill me."

As the old man spoke, he stood up,

Smashing his pipe against the tree in front of him,

There was no earth-shattering, water-reversing scene,

Nor the domineering "Lu Zhishen Uproots the Willow Tree",

Instead, the old man shook his hand until his tiger's mouth ached,

Holding his fingers, he jumped around comically on the ground.

"There's another possibility, he saw that I wanted to die but couldn't, so he deliberately let me live, let me continue to suffer this torment!

Damn it,

I didn't offend him.

He's really ruthless; if I don't die completely, I'll come back after a while, and people will die because of me, but he doesn't care, he doesn't care about human life, he just doesn't like me, and would rather let me continue to suffer like this.

So vicious, he completely disregards human life."

The old man continued to curse.

Zhou Ze saw a few people coming out from behind the team, walking towards a car beside them, looking around a Mitsubishi car.

The car door opened, and two tall men came out. The two groups looked at each other for a while, and then the first group left. The two men who got out of the car got back in.

As the first group walked, they stopped in front of a Toyota car not far ahead.

They seemed to have seen who was sitting in the car,

They started pointing at the people inside through the car windows,

Started scolding,

Started lecturing,

Even started spitting.

They were passionate, they were unrestrained, they were full of enthusiasm even though they didn't look very young, bald with big bellies, and old-fashioned tattoos on their shoulders.

As the shouting continued,

More and more people started to gather around, some watching, some filming, some cheering.

The few people who had initially surrounded the car became more and more excited; the encouragement of the people around them seemed to give them infinite power,

They felt like they were universally supported,

They felt like they were pursuing the highest ideals,

They even felt like,

They were shining!

Finally,

One person couldn't restrain this impulse,

And jumped on the roof of the car, and started jumping.

He was shouting while stomping, cursing while jumping,

He was intoxicated,

He was self-centered,

He was unstoppable!

Another person, not wanting to be outdone, picked up a wrench that had been prepared in advance, and amidst the exclamations of the crowd, directly smashed it against the windshield!

"Pa!"

A large crack spread across the windshield.

They were venting their anger, even though the enemy was thousands of miles away, even though the people sitting inside had identity cards designed exactly like theirs.

But they felt glory, felt greatness; in the cheers of the people around them, they felt like they were wielding not a wrench, but a saber, just like the characters in the divine dramas that played on various TV stations late at night.

It was as if around him,

There was the whistling of bullets,

The clamor of artillery fire,

The burning smoke of gunpowder,

He was firm,

Resolute,

Calm,

Again and again raising his wrench, smashing it against the car window, smashing it against the car door,

As if he wasn't smashing a car,

But an enemy's armored tank,

He was a Polish lancer,

Blowing the charge, protecting his country, protecting his nation, launching a great charge against the steel torrent!

Though thousands may oppose me, I will go,

This was his conviction at this moment!

The people around him cheered and applauded,

As if they were about to usher in a great victory,

Dawn,

Was right in front of them!

They would prove their courage, reveal their hearts, and proclaim their integrity!

They were excited, they were boiling, they were radiant!

Finally,

The car door was pushed open from the inside,

The people inside were scared and got out of the car.

It was a woman, dressed in ordinary clothes, and on the other side, a girl also got out of the car; the girl was crying, shouting, and cursing.

The woman was constantly begging these people,

But there was no turning back once the arrow was nocked; on the battlefield, there was only charging, no retreating!

They pushed the woman away, and continued to smash the car, loudly berating her, while pointing at the car's brand, and denouncing her despicable, shameless, and vulgar behavior.

Standing next to them, Zhou Ze saw this scene, and took a deep breath.

The old man changed his tobacco pouch, and continued to smoke.

"Is it interesting?" Zhou Ze asked.

"The answer you want is here." The old man exhaled a smoke ring, "I want to die."

The old man kept saying this, like Xiang Lin's wife, saying to everyone she met: I only knew that when it snowed, wild animals in the mountains had no food to eat and would come to the village; I didn't know that there would be snow in the spring too........

The woman got up, to stop the people from smashing the car.

But the person with the wrench,

Directly smashed the wrench down!

"Bang!"

The sound of a head being cracked open,

Crisp,

And muffled,

The woman fell to the ground,

Blood flowing out continuously,

In this winter snowy day,

This touch of red,

Was so dazzling.

Zhou Ze pursed his lips, telling himself that this was an illusion.

Turning his head, Zhou Ze was surprised to find that the old man who had just been standing beside him smoking, was gone again.

Then,

When Zhou Ze looked at the car again,

He saw in the pool of blood,

The old man's figure was reflected,

His face was haggard,

His eyes were chaotic,

He was crying,

He was shouting,

He was making a scene,

He was begging loudly:

"I want to die,

Why won't you let me die!"