Once upon a time, there was a love story, and the protagonists were two fools. The man was very foolish, so foolish that he only knew how to speak nonsense. The woman was also foolish, so foolish that she only knew how to look at the man with her lifeless eyes and smile, a silly smile. They did not know each other at first; one was from the south and the other from the north. Their families thought they were foolish and abandoned them, letting them wander everywhere. The man traveled from the south to the north, and the woman traveled from the north to the south, wandering, wandering… The man was not always foolish; he became so after being hit on the head by a brick while working on a construction site. The woman was also not always foolish; she had ranked first in the city for the college entrance examination, but her name was replaced by a wealthy person's, and after that, she stopped speaking, stopped paying attention to her parents, and later became foolish as well. After an unknown amount of time passed, the man's clothes became filthy, and his shoes revealed his pitch-black toes. The woman's red clothes had turned gray, and among her disheveled hair there were a few withered yellow weeds, yet her face remained white, surprisingly white. She held a bottle of mineral water and smiled foolishly at passersby. The two met at dusk when they discovered the moldy piece of bread in the trash together, and both reached for it at the same time. Their heads bumped together. The man glared at the woman fiercely, while the woman smiled foolishly at the man. The man prevailed, grabbing the bread and biting into it with his dark purple mouth. The woman did not move, just watched the man foolishly. The man glanced at her, his eyes without a hint of light. The woman just kept looking, swallowing her saliva continuously. The man stopped biting the bread and started staring at her, foolishly staring; the two fools looked at each other in this way—the man expressionless, the woman smiling foolishly. The man gave the bread to the woman; indeed, the man gave the bread to her, and the woman also held the remaining half of the dry bread and began to chew.The man turned 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 all along, right to this place. The woman still smiled foolishly at the man. They didn't say a word, and the woman ended up living with the fool. At night, when they slept, the man felt warmth on his body, something he had never experienced before. The woman kept holding him, and while she slept very deeply, she didn't look like a fool at all.
The two fools lived together like this. During the day, they went to the streets together to pick up things to fill their stomachs, and at night, they returned to sleep together. Days passed like this. One night, the man found a ring somewhere, a ring green with rust, and he put it on the woman's finger. The woman kept smiling foolishly at him, and that night, her smile was even more intense. Her laughter tore through the quiet night. Eventually, she laughed until she cried. The woman cried for the first time, holding the man as she cried, crying inexplicably. The man seemed unmoved, his face still expressionless.
Later, the woman got sick. She had never been ill before, but now she was seriously ill. In the morning, she didn't get up to go out to pick food with the man, nor did she smile at him. The man went out by himself. By noon, he unusually returned, holding a bottle of new mineral water and a fresh loaf of bread. He had come back to see the woman. There were marks on the man's face, his fingers were bruised, and there were two streaks of blood under his nose. He had been beaten by the owner of a small stall while grabbing bread and water. The woman closed her eyes, still not smiling at him as she normally would. The man brought the bread to her mouth, but she didn't eat. She was near death, burning with a high fever and already unconscious. For the first time, the man's face showed an expression—a frantic one. He ran out and, seeing people in green police uniforms, started crying. The man cried for the first time, shouting: 'Save my woman, save her!' The green military uniform kicked him away and shouted: 'Get out of the way, you lunatic! I'm really unlucky, everything goes wrong when I go out!' The man fell backward to the ground. The man in green kicked him hard in the stomach a few times. The man let go, and the green uniform spat at him and walked away. The man took a long time to get up from the ground, his tears having dried on his face.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 pedestrians. 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! Look at me, I killed someone...... The ambulance finally arrived. The woman was carried away. The onlookers scorned the man and cursed him, 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......
