I know this old man. He is an old acquaintance. He had no brothers, and his wife died young, leaving an only child. This son is spoiled. He is in his twenties, homeless, unemployed and has no serious business. All year round, he is stealing chickens and dogs except fighting and gambling. Either go out to make trouble or stay at home for nothing. Dad cooks for him in exchange for his fuss and yelling.
Old people grow good vegetables. I have seen them in street food stalls. In the middle of winter, everything should be killed, but his booth is full of bright green farm dishes. Spinach is green, lettuce is tender, and the fresh stems and leaves of coriander and garlic still exude a faint fragrance. If you ask me, vegetable sellers can't make this kind of thing, an original pastoral thing.
Wet lettuce and vegetables, he only sells one or two handfuls, not cheap? Just looking at lettuce, I really want to buy it. The rhizome is fat and the leaves are smooth. Light green and milky white skin feels very soft and has almost no roughness.
I am a vegetarian, and my mouth water at the sight of fresh and tender lettuce. Reaching for the money, I found that there was not even a steel jump in my pocket. Instead, I remembered that there were hundreds on the mobile phone WeChat, so I asked the old man if he wanted to scan the code.
The old man in his sixties turned pale and his hands trembled slightly and took out his mobile phone. Oh, it turned out to be a function machine, an old function machine.
Just a dish. This is a big event! Seeing that I was still staring, he quickly stuffed lettuce into my hand. Say you really have to pay. Come again next time. I am on this side of the road every day!
I'm really sorry. I took out two egg tarts from my bag and gave them to him without thinking. After he refused, he saw that I didn't bring it back and began to eat. An egg tart was finished in two bites, and he licked his mouth while eating. It's so pleasant.
Afterwards, some passers-by called me stupid and said that the egg tart was obviously taken advantage of by others. I just smiled at this: old man, even if you give him an egg tart, it's okay.
But the old man's son didn't let his father taste the sweetness and kindness. Before I could go far, a teenager in his twenties came up from the back foot. As soon as he came up, he faced the old man fiercely. First, I vomited a few mouthfuls, and then I threw my box lunch at the old man. The old man tripped and the box lunch immediately spilled all over the floor. At this time, I saw fat and shiny chicken wings, fat and thin sausages, and delicious vegetables and broccoli. Boy, it cost him at least 20 yuan to sell this box lunch, and now it's all ruined.
Later, in the old man's crying narrative, I understood that the unfilial son wanted 5 thousand yuan to be his father, saying that he had taken his new girlfriend on a trip. But the old man couldn't come up with so much money at the moment, and then he heard the gossip of the villagers that the woman had married someone else. Not only that, she was lazy in easy virtue.
What happened after that was even more irritating: Laozi taught his son to raise children, but his son didn't talk back and scold him, and finally even beat Laozi. This kind of farce that makes people angry and laugh and cry happens to the elderly. He was beaten for obstructing his son's bad girlfriend, and his father was beaten by his son. A beer bottle hit him in the past, hitting him on the forehead impartially, and blood was spattered when he died. The time interval from smashing my dad to throwing away the box lunch is not long, only half a month. Today, he fell in the street and his son didn't come. Finally, it was the traffic police comrades standing guard who helped him to the hospital. The old man with white hair and tired face cried in front of several traffic policemen. No matter how people persuaded him, he couldn't help it. ...
I haven't seen him since-the poor old man. Some time ago, someone said that he passed away. He had a serious illness and finally passed away. Others say that his son was injured and disabled by drunkenness, so that now both father and son have gone to the countryside to recuperate. I would rather believe the latter in the end of these two kinds of hearsay, at least people are alive, and there is hope when they are alive!
At dusk, I couldn't write down the paragraph about his crying. My fragile heart doesn't want to see anyone cry, especially an old man.
Author introduction Wang Shuxia:
Ordinary sanitation workers. I like reading, writing and writing after work. In recent years, his works have appeared in Linchuan Evening News, Fuzhou Daily, Urban Scene and other public media. His poems have been published in the world of prose poetry for many times. Up to now, he has published more than 30 poems and essays in paper magazines and more than 40 works in Anhui synchronous reading platform.
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