After securing the food, he went into the kitchen as if he knew it by heart and pulled out an old, rusty hand sickle. Ignoring the old man's repeated pleas of "Don't worry about it" and "Take a break first," he left in strides, pushing his tricycle.,The old man untied the last layer of fabric, revealing two objects wrapped in the center.,He was silent for a long time, then finally shook his head and croaked, "I don't want to die."。