A silly boy meets a silly girl

Once upon a time, there was a love story, and the protagonists of the story were two fools. The man was so foolish, so foolish that he only knew how to speak nonsense. The woman was also so foolish, so foolish that she only knew how to look at the man with those vacant eyes and smile, a foolish smile.

The two people did not know each other at first; one was from the south, the other from the north. Their families thought they were foolish and abandoned them, leaving them to wander everywhere. The man walked from the south to the north, the woman from the north to the south, wandering, wandering… The man had not always been foolish; he became so after being hit on the head by a brick while working on a construction site. The woman had not always been foolish either. She scored first in the city during her university entrance exam, but her name was replaced by a wealthy person's, and since then, she stopped speaking, ignored her parents, and eventually became foolish as well.

After an unknown period of wandering, the man's clothes became filthy, and his shoes exposed his dark, blackened toes. The woman's red clothes had turned gray, and tangled in her messy hair were a few withered weeds, yet her face remained white, strikingly white. She held a mineral water bottle in her hand, smiling foolishly at passersby. They met one evening at dusk and discovered a moldy piece of bread in a trash can at the same time. Both reached for the bread, and their heads bumped against each other. The man glared at the woman fiercely, while the woman smiled foolishly at him. The man prevailed, grabbed the bread, and bit into it with his dark purple mouth. The woman did not move, only looked at the man foolishly. The man glanced at her with eyes devoid of any light, while she just kept looking at him, swallowing saliva repeatedly. The man stopped eating the bread and began staring at the woman, foolishly staring. The two fools looked at each other like this; the man showed no expression, and the woman smiled foolishly. The man gave the bread to the woman—he actually gave the bread to her. The woman hugged the remaining half of the dry bread and began to bite into it as well.The man turned around and walked away without looking back. When he returned to the abandoned factory where he slept, he turned and saw the woman; she had been following him, following him all the way there. The woman still smiled foolishly at the man. They did not speak a word; the woman began living with the fool. At night, when they slept, the man felt warmth on his body, something he had never felt before. The woman kept holding him. She slept very deeply, and her sleeping appearance did not really look like a fool.

The two fools lived together this way. During the day, they would go out on the streets together to pick up things to fill their stomachs, and at night, they would come back together to sleep. Days passed like this. One night, the man found a ring somewhere, a ring that was tarnished with green rust. He put it on the woman's finger, and she kept smiling foolishly at him. That night she laughed even more intensely, her laugh tearing through the quiet night. Eventually, she laughed until tears came, and she cried, crying for the first time, holding the man as she cried, crying in confusion. The man seemed indifferent; his face still showed no expression.

Later, the woman fell ill. She had never been sick before, but now she was very seriously ill. In the morning, she did not get up to accompany the man to collect food, and did not smile at him. The man went out by himself. At noon, unexpectedly, the man came back, holding a bottle of new mineral water and a fresh loaf of bread. He had come back to see the woman. The man's face had injuries, his fingers were bruised, and there were two streaks of blood under his nose. He had been beaten by the small stall owner while trying to grab bread and mineral water. The woman closed her eyes and still did not smile at the man as she usually did. The man brought the bread to her mouth, but she did not eat. She was close to death, burning with a high fever, already unconscious. For the first time, the man's face showed an expression—panic. He ran out, and when he saw people in green police uniforms, he started crying. The man cried for the first time, shouting: 'Save my woman, save her!' The man in the green military uniform kicked him aside and yelled: 'Get out of here, madman! I'm so unlucky, everything goes wrong when I go out!' The man fell flat on his back on the ground. The man in green boots kicked him several times in the stomach, the man dropped his hands, the green-uniformed person spat on him, and walked away. It took the man a long time to get up from the ground; the tears on his face had already dried.The man carried the woman onto the street. There were many people, but no one paid attention. All they noticed was a cold glance before continuing on his way. The fool put the woman by the roadside, helplessly watching the passersby. The woman's breathing was already very weak. He picked up a broken glass shard from the roadside. The shard was sharp and gleaming. The man lifted the woman's thin, dirty arm and slashed her wrist hard, blood spraying all over her face. The fool laughed loudly and shouted, "Haha, I killed someone! Watch me kill ......!" The ambulance finally arrived, the woman was carried away, and the onlookers scorned the man, cursing the man, then dispersed. The woman ultimately died, having lost too much blood. She was carried into the morgue in the hospital for less than an hour. When she left, her face was smiling, and she wore a ring covered in patina. The man waited for a long, long time. The woman never came back, never coming back to give him a silly smile. The man cried so heartily that the whole night was drowned out by his sobs, yet no one noticed the crying. It was next to the trash bin where they had met, where the man's body was found. The smile on his face had frozen, and he was holding a moldy bread and an unopened bottle of mineral water......