In my life journey, although I passed Pepsi, I didn't leave much impression. Now that I think about it, there's only one little thing in Liu Can's memory.
1996, I am in Thailand. At that time, I lived in a house with a garden and raised a beautiful German spring purebred German shepherd dog. One afternoon, I was reading a newspaper in the living room when I suddenly heard the German shepherd barking desperately. I guessed that there must be unexpected guests, so I opened the door and walked into the yard. I looked out through the white iron gate. First I saw a middle-aged woman in rags, and then I saw a boy of six or seven years old. I subconsciously thought they were here for money, so I waved in disgust. I was about to turn around when the woman gently asked me in Thai: "Madam, we collect waste products. Do you have any old newspapers to sell? "
I remembered that there was a pile of old newspapers in the study, so I drank German shepherd and opened the door to let mother and son move the nearest newspaper. At this time, I noticed that the middle-aged woman was lame, and the little boy around me seemed to understand her words and hurried to move the newspaper. I asked, "Is this your son?" We live together, that's all! "I see, they are not related by blood, but they can live together. Looking at the sallow boy, I deliberately gave more than 30 Thai dollars, posing as a philanthropist and sending the mother and son out of the door.
After a while, I heard the barking of German shepherd again. When I stood in front of the white iron gate again, I saw the middle-aged woman and the little boy who had just left. Before she could speak, I said impatiently, "The newspapers are sold out and too much money is given. What are you doing here? "
The woman didn't speak, but slowly spread out her hands, holding a necklace in her palm. I stared and looked carefully. It was the necklace I lost. I quickly took it and held it in my hand, heavy and holding back my love. You know, this is a souvenir of my husband's twelfth wedding anniversary.
At this time, the middle-aged woman whispered, "The necklace is wrapped in a pile of newspapers. The child found it, let me send it back quickly. "
I nodded and hurriedly took out one hundred Thai dollars from my pocket and gave it to the child. It seems that only in this way can I express my half apology and half gratitude.
According to Thai etiquette, mother and son put their hands together and politely declined. In the sunset, I looked at the limping steps of middle-aged women and couldn't tell what it was like.