Wuhan, known as the iron furnace, was a little hotter than other cities in July. Look at the people who come and go in a hurry in the street, and you will know that they don't want to see more of the sun.
The usually lively community now has a feeling of being inaccessible, and the aunts who danced in the square dance also delayed the time to go out. Few people want to go out to bask in the sun except those who go to work early in the morning and one night. The small shop has a facade for doing business. Sitting in the shop, blowing air conditioning and relaxing. There was a charming car when I went out. With the air conditioner on and music playing, the car is singing all the way, and speeding can't bring in any heat.
However, life is hard. There are always people carrying heavy things. The silence was broken by frequent knocking at the door in the community, and the irritability was suppressed and will be released soon. This person seems to be going against the sky, refusing to accept summer and challenging the temperature!
Knock on the door one after another, and the sound simply rings without hesitation, as if hitting people's hearts directly. People can't help but take a look.
how much is it? What do you sell?
I saw a group of people around an old man in the alley downstairs. The old man is about forty or fifty years old, and his flat face is covered with sweat. He held a handful of Luo in his left hand, knocked on a wooden device in his right hand and carried a small basket on his shoulder. The old man unloaded the basket and turned out the lid of the previous basket, which contained inch by inch pancakes, still steaming!
Handmade cakes made by my family, one by one! The old man is smiling, and his simple expression is particularly cute.
"I want two cups! I want three. "
"It's quite cheap, and it's wrapped in meat!"
There are so many people buying cakes that the old man is at a loss. His forehead was covered with sweat. He habitually wiped it with a towel on his shoulder and continued the magic action of holding the cake in his hand.
"Not bad, it's delicious," a young girl said to her boyfriend.
"I'll buy something delicious next time. He often comes here. "
Watching the cake buyers leave one after another, the old man counted the money, and he smiled innocently.
Seeing that the old man was about to leave, I jumped down from the upstairs like an arrow.
Boss, two cakes. how much is it?
Cheap, two dollars!
The old man acted quickly and looked enthusiastic. He wrapped the cake and handed it to me. What impressed me most was that he always smiled like the eyes of the moon bud. I have to admit that this kind of smile warms people's hearts.
I took the cake and handed the money. The old man said thank you, shouldered the burden and was ready to leave. The Luo in his hand is going to knock again.
Grandpa, why don't you shout? Aren't more people shouting? Better business? I interrupted his progress.
Hehe, this is a residential area, and it won't affect others. There are still many people working at night. What if I woke them up when I shouted? It's not easy! It's enough for me to knock. If anyone hears it, they will buy it. If they can't hear you, forget it!
I didn't expect the old man to be a man who sacrificed his life for justice. I was moved in an instant. Watching the old man walk away with a cake and knocking at the door without taking a few steps is not a taste in his heart. The only thing I can do is silently bless him: business is booming.
Although I have never met the old man occasionally since then, and I don't know that the old man's business is in recession now, in my eyes, he is definitely a respectable businessman, because he has paid a lot of sweat and his gains have been earned through hard work. He won't influence others for personal gain. His quality is so precious.
On the other hand, think about today's businessmen, who have great power and use some shameful activities and dirty transactions to get their money.
Equity. In the end, I can become a successful person in society and a business elite. What a shame and irony this is.
The world is beautiful after all. If everyone can be like an old man, there will be less disputes and more peace in the world.