I Am Breaking the Dimensional Wall In the Lord of Mysteries

　　 Today's Tarot meeting ended earlier, I glanced at my pocket watch, and it was only a quarter past four, Westphalia put on his formal clothes and left the hotel.

　　He came to Red Moon Street and came to Old Man Hardy’s pie shop, and saw that the old man was closing.

　　 Beside the old man, there was a cardboard box, not knowing what was inside.

　　 After closing the shop, the old man bent over to take the cardboard box, but his movements froze.

　　 He twisted his waist.

　　 At this time, someone supported him and helped him to straighten up slowly, and then the old man saw Sifa's face.

"It's you?"

　　 "Are you here to buy pie?"

　　 Hardy smiled and pointed to the carton on the ground: "There is something in it, take it whatever you want."

　　 Xifa looked at the carton and found that there were unsold dice pies and sweet iced tea in the box.

　　 "Are you going to throw these things away?"

"Do you need my help?"

　　Unexpectedly, when Sifa said this, the old man was very angry and said: "Throw it away? How can it be so wasteful? Do you know how many people can't afford brown bread? Not to mention Dixi pie!"

　　 He is going to pick up the carton by himself.

　　 Xifa squatted down, and neatly carried the carton up and said, "Then you are going to take it home and eat it yourself?"

　　 "Do you think I can eat so much by myself?"

　　 "Eyes are a good thing, but you don't seem to have them. I feel a little bit sad for you, sir." Old Hardy shook his head with a look of regret.

　　 Xifa only felt the muscles on his face twitching, so he had to say: "Then what are you going to do with them?"

　　 "I'm going to Tieshizijie down the street, and I'm going to take these things to the poverty-stricken home there." The old man's expression gradually became silent, "Actually, I think you might as well go there and interview those poor guys instead of interviewing me."

　　 "They deserve more attention."

　　 "The workhouse?" Xifa looked at the old man unexpectedly, "So you close early every day?"

"if not?"

　　 "How about, would you like to do me a favor?"

After a while, Sifa and Elder Hadi boarded the public carriage heading to Iron Cross Street. In the process, Sifa learned that the old man’s pie shop, except for the rent and raw materials, all the income was donated to The workhouse.

　　 In addition, he would send the unsold pies and sweet iced tea to the workhouse every day, so that the people there would distribute them to the homeless and poor people who had no food to eat.

　　He has been doing this for a year and five months.

　　 "After my wife left me forever, for a long time, I couldn't find my goal in life and fell into a state of confusion."

　　 "Until one day, when I passed by the workhouse, I saw a long line of poor people there waiting for relief."

　　 "Suddenly, I felt like I had to do something, just like my father."

　　 On the coach, the old man seemed to be in a good mood, his mouth never stopped.

　　 Xifa followed his tone and asked, "Like your father?"

"right."

　　 The old man looked at the top of the carriage: "He is a taciturn man. He can only see a smile in front of my mother."

　　 "When he was young, he was a crew member and was often away from home. I didn't see him five times a year. He was in a hurry every time he came back, so I didn't get along well with him."

"My mother got a lung disease and passed away at a very young age. So I could only live with my grandmother's house. Only when I became an adult and established my own family, my father ended his crew life and stayed in court. Root settled down."

　　 "But at that time, he often lived alone. Although one or two friends occasionally came to visit him every year, I could feel that he was very empty and lonely."

　　 Old Hardy took out a cigarette, but didn't smoke it, because it was on the carriage, so he just sniffed it and put it back in the cigarette case.

　　 "I tried to find some entertainment for him, such as watching a drama, going to the circus to see a show, but I couldn't get him out of that **** room."

　　 "At that time, he was in a state of refusing to communicate with the outside world. He was waiting for death. Then one day, he suddenly found me, hoping that I could do him a favor."

　　 "He wants to be a teacher in a night school. He said that he thought of the knowledge he had learned from the sea and imparted it as much as possible."

　　 "He hopes to do something meaningful in the last days of his life."

　　 "At the time, I didn't know what kind of motivation urged him to make such a change. Now I understand that it is compassion, sir."

　　 "Just as I sympathized with the poor, my father must have been touched by similar people and similar things."

　　 "So until the moment he is dying, his life is always full of light and heat."

　　 Xifa said sincerely: "Your deeds are admirable."

　　 Hardy waved his hands and smiled: "We didn't do this for admiration. We just wanted to do something for the world to make it better, that's all."

　　 After a while, they came to the vicinity of Tieshi Street. The old man led the way, and Xi Fa Ze followed behind with the cardboard box.

Soon they came to Xiajie. At this time, it was early five o'clock. Tie Shizi Street was full of people and the road became crowded. The hoarse screams of street vendors always slowed down pedestrians, so the traffic situation became even more unbearable. .

　　 When he arrived at the door of the poverty-stricken home, Xifa saw a long line. This kind of situation was only seen at the door of those Internet celebrity snack bars in his previous life.

　　 The same picture, presented in this world, has a completely different meaning.

　　 Close to two hundred poor people, with worn-out clothes and numb expressions. Only occasionally, they look at the door of the workhouse with an anxious expression.

　　 More often, they are like living corpses, cold and gloomy, as if they can't find any hope.

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　　 "In recent months, no matter whether it is a factory or any other industry, there has been a downturn. This has caused more people to lose their jobs, more people cannot pay rent, and can only join the ranks of homeless people."

　　 Hardy said in a slightly sad tone: "I'm lucky, I have two nice children. When I was young, I made several successful investments."

　　 "These have allowed me to own my own house now. In winter, I can enjoy the warmth of the fireplace in the hall instead of having to work hard to find shelter from the wind and rain like them."

"The people here, at least half of them, will not receive relief. They will be hungry for a day or two, and then lose the ability to find a job. Now the weather is very cold, in this case, they will Running to death at a very fast speed."

　　 Hardy glanced at the carton in Xifa's hand: "Although I want to help, I can only save a few lives."

　　 "Humans, in many cases, they always think a lot, but can't do anything..."

　　 Listening to the old man's words, and remembering what he had seen and heard in the eastern part of Backlund a few days ago, Sifa suddenly had the urge to escape from here and return to the sea.

　　 Everything that happened here is too heavy...

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