"Thank you, thank you! This is my old buddy, there are not many left." The middle-aged man sincerely thanked him and took the cigarette.

His face was pale, his beard seemed to have not been shaved for a long time, and his tiredness showed unreservedly from the corners of his brows and eyes. He sighed and added: "I haven't slept for another night. I don't know how many days I can last. I hope God bless me, that I can enter the workhouse today."

These are homeless people who were driven away... Klein asked casually, "Why don't the king and ministers allow you to sleep in the park?"

"Who knows? But in this weather, if you sleep outside, you may not be able to wake up again. It's better to find a warmer place during the day, hey, so you don't have time and energy to find a job." Then The middle-aged and elderly man lit a cigarette and took a puff happily.

His energy seemed to recover a little because of this, and he walked side by side with Klein, walking toward the end of the fog or the depths of the fog.

Klein had no intention of exchanging pleasantries, and planned to get rid of him quickly, but at this moment, he suddenly saw the middle-aged man who spoke clearly bent down and picked up a black object from the ground.

It appeared to be a well-gnawed apple core.

The middle-aged man swallowed his saliva, stuffed the dirty, soil-covered fruit core into his mouth, bitten it into pieces, and then ate it all skillfully, without leaving any residue.

Seeing Klein's surprised gaze, he wiped his mouth, shrugged, and said with a bitter smile, "I haven't eaten for almost three days."

These words suddenly hit Klein's heart, and made him feel indescribably touched.

He sighed silently and smiled, "Sorry, I didn't introduce myself just now. I'm a reporter and I'm doing a report on homeless people. Can I interview you? Let's go to the cafe in front."

The middle-aged man froze for a moment, then smiled and said, "No problem, it's much warmer inside than on the street."

"If you can stay a little longer after the interview, so that I can sleep in it for half an hour, no, a quarter of an hour, that would be even better."

Klein opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to answer, so he just silently led the "interview subject" into the cheap cafe at the corner of the street.

The tables and chairs of the cafe are quite greasy. Because of the walls and windows, there are many customers. The average temperature is indeed much higher than that on the street.

The middle-aged man scratched his throat to hide his Adam's apple wriggling from the scent.

Klein motioned for him to sit down, and he went to the place where he ordered food. He ordered two large cups of tea, a plate of lamb stewed with tender peas, two pieces of bread, two pieces of toast, one piece of low-quality butter, and one piece of margarine. 17.5p.

"Eat, you can only interview when you're full." When the food was ready, Klein brought them back to his table.

"For me?" The middle-aged man asked in anticipation and surprise.

"Except for a piece of toast and a cup of tea, everything else is yours." Klein responded with a smile.

The middle-aged man wiped his eyes and said with a choked voice, "...you, you are really a kind person."

"If you've been hungry for a long time, don't eat too fast." Klein warned.

"I know, an old man of mine died like this." The middle-aged man tried his best to eat slowly, picked up the tea from time to time, and gulped down a big gulp.

Klein simply settled the toast and watched quietly, waiting for the other party to finish eating.

"Huh, I've had three months. No, I haven't eaten so much in half a year. In the poorhouse, the food is just enough." After a while, the middle-aged man put down his spoon, and there was an empty dinner plate in front of him.

Klein pretended to be a reporter and asked casually, "How did you become a homeless man?"

"It was a bit of bad luck. I was a fairly decent worker with a wife and two lovely children, a boy and a girl, but a few years ago a contagious disease took them away. I also lived in a hospital for a long time, lost my job, lost my wealth, and lost my family. Since then, I have often been unable to find a job, have no money to rent a house, have no money to eat, and can only wander in different streets and a certain place. These parks made me very weak, and it was even harder to find a job..." The middle-aged man said numbly with some aftertaste and sadness.

He took a sip of tea, sighed and said again: "I can only wait for the opportunity to enter the poorhouse, but you know, each poorhouse has a limit on the number, with luck, I can live a good life for a few days if I line up in time , recover a little bit of physical strength, and then find a temporary job, um, temporary, soon, I will lose my job again, and repeat the previous process again, I don�t know how long I can last like this.�

"I should have been a good worker."

Klein thought for a while and said, "How many cigarettes do you have left?" JrNovels.com