In a good mood. Yes, I moved.
There is a book in front of the desk, and the title of one chapter is "Treating scars as dimples". Just as I was about to read the content behind this title, my father told me to go out and find a garbage collector. There are a bunch of useless old things at home.
After going downstairs, I walked on an extremely ordinary street. Vulgar people despised by some elegant people gathered in this street, first five food stalls, then a row of food stalls, and then the farmer's market. These people are really vulgar sometimes, for example, their tricycle hits you without saying sorry, but with a strange smile; For example, when you bargain with them when you buy something, in the end they will say proudly, I won't sell it. Later, I gradually realized that the former is because they haven't learned the complicated polite expressions in the city, so they can only smile apologetically, but this kind of smile was met with the upturned corners of the mouth and arrogant eyes of the city people, so this kind of smile suddenly went bad; The latter is easier to understand, because the city people's price reduction has exceeded the bottom line they accept.
An old man walked slowly past me. Holding the dog in one hand and rubbing the fitness ball in the other, his back is stubborn and straight, and his eyes reveal a humorous smile.
The meaning of this smile is silently interpreted by this ordinary street.
I finally found the garbage collector here. The old man's hair is all white. Seldom have I seen such a pure white one. A kind feeling pervaded his face. Behind him, leisurely followed by a child, this is the grandson of the old man.
It was getting darker and darker, and some raindrops began to fall on our faces. The three of us walked silently and never spoke again.
Go home. The old man told the child to wait and then went upstairs with me. I found the old man's shoes dirty when I entered the door. I don't want him to bring dirty things into my new home. The old man seemed to understand, took off his shoes and came in barefoot. Although it is early autumn, the weather is getting cold.
Father asked him to sit for a while, then went into the room to sort out the garbage, leaving me alone in the living room to accompany him. I suddenly remembered that there was a class at night, so I left the old man and went to my room to get dressed.
Then get ready to go. I think I should put on my watch. A middle school student's time, if not cherished, can easily slip away from his fingertips. By this time, the old man had packed his things, paid the money and was ready to go. Father saw that it was raining heavily outside and asked him to have a rest. He didn't refuse, so he chatted casually with his father.
His grandson's parents died. Grandson is eight years old and has not yet gone to school. At this point, they haven't eaten yet.
Tolstoy said that happy families are always similar, and each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way. I think it's the opposite. Wealthy families can create different environments, so they are diverse; Unfortunate families are always similar, because they are all single.
I was looking for my watch when they said these words. I hate to think so. The old man took my watch. Because there are two evidences: first, I remember that my watch was placed next to the chair where the old man was sitting; Secondly, something shiny appeared in the old man's trouser pocket. I think it's my tape!
I don't despise the poor, but if the poor don't respect themselves, we don't have to pity them. I have no time to wait. Thinking of this, I said with great grace, grandpa, please give me my watch back.
I think this is the most euphemistic sentence I have ever said in my life, which can minimize the harm to him. I did this because I thought he might have just stolen something in a moment of confusion, so that we wouldn't have to fight.
The old man looked at me, sad silence. I think he must be ashamed that his crime was exposed.
However, my dad didn't understand what I meant and asked me, what are you talking about? I repeated it calmly.
Father told me to shut up. Then he asked me to get his bag. I know things may change a little subtly.
Open my bag, my watch. It turned out that my dad saw my watch at work today, so he took it to the watch shop to change the battery. Why did I think so rashly that the old man took the watch away? I said I don't despise them, but I still can't trust them in my bones. Yes, I am a gentleman's belly with a mean heart.
Just as I was about to apologize, the old man smiled. This humorous smile is familiar. I don't know why he laughed. The meaning of this smile was silently annotated by his hand reaching into his trouser pocket. What he took out was not the "strap" I thought, but a stainless steel spoon!
I don't know how much my words hurt him For a poor man, the biggest insult is that he used improper means to get rid of poverty.
However, my injury to him was turned into a smile by him.
I haven't read the article "Treating scars as dimples", but I found the best explanation.
It rained harder and harder, and the grandparents and grandchildren pushed the car all the way. A precocious star rose in the sky, and that night, I watched everything quietly behind the curtain and couldn't bear to come.