Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

People coming and going, bustling streets.

The noise of the road, the honking of cars, the place is crowded, and the garbage on the ground is flying in the wind.

It floated into a trash can, and there was a foul smell inside.

It was evening and night was about to fall.

In the bleak winter, the sun is suppressed and gradually disappears into the sky.

The crowd wore winter clothes and hurried home.

After the hipsters left after get off work, there was nothing left on this street except garbage and a few small stalls that were still holding on.

Yun Si had nothing in her hands and was only wearing a thin nightgown.

Standing barefoot on the dirty street, she watched quietly, as if in a daze.

People walked past her in twos and threes, but they walked straight through as if they couldn't see her.

Yun Si took a step back to avoid those passing by.

There was rubbish on my feet, but not a trace of dirt or dust.

It's like a soul, a soul that cannot communicate with the world.

She stood quietly under the streetlight for a long time.

Until nightfall, the whole street was deserted, and even the few remaining vendors were already packing up and preparing to go to the nearby night market.

A gust of wind blew her disheveled hair away.

She stood there and suddenly raised her eyes as if she felt something.

A drunken man wearing tattered clothes, holding a wine bottle, appeared from the corner of the street, staggering over.

Like a homeless man.

His hair was so long that it almost covered his entire face.

The dirty clothes looked like they hadn't been washed for more than ten years. The corners were frayed and threadbare.

He seemed to be very drunk, so drunk that he had already lost consciousness.

In the bleak winter, I didn't even wear shoes. My feet were covered with dirt and dust and were worn out by the ground.

He moved slowly, holding on to the wall and stumbling along the way.

Sometimes his legs and feet were so weak that he couldn't stand up at all. He was like a smelly and rotten maggot, crawling on the ground, mumbling to himself.

Decadent and disorganized, he was like a walking zombie with no soul, living in a muddle all day long, without self and no motivation to live.

Yun Si stood under the street lamp, looking at the man lying on the ground, still drinking, with a gloomy expression.

Several vendors who were about to leave saw the drunken man and said, "He's here again, and he's acting like a fool again."

"Idiot?"

When a female customer heard this, her expression changed.

Seeing that she was about to leave in fright, the stall owner immediately waved his hand.

"No, no, that's not what we meant. Don't be afraid, miss. We are all here. He won't do anything to you."

"Then what do you mean by idiot...?"

The female customer was a little surprised.

The stall owner said: "It's really not harmful. It's just that the person likes a celebrity and goes to the square to see her every day. All the money is spent on that celebrity."

Several small vendors come here to set up stalls every day, so they can see that dirty man every day, as if he has been poisoned, going to the big square to see the female star, rain or shine.

It wasn't until he saw the people changing on the big screen that he crawled back like a bed bug again, until the next day, day after day.

The boss comforted her: "Don't be afraid, miss. He doesn't hurt anyone. Just run away if you see him."