One night, a girl was waiting for the plane at the airport, a few hours before departure, so she found a book in the airport store, bought a bag of sweet biscuits, and found a place to sit down. She loves reading, so she immersed herself in the book attentively, but inadvertently discovered that the man sitting next to her grabbed a cookie or two from the bag between them without permission and stuffed it into his mouth.
She tried to avoid this and avoid getting angry in the public. She continued to read the book and chewed the cookies vigorously, watching the time-while the cookie thief continued to consume her cookies. As time passed, she became more and more angry. She thought, "If I were not so tolerant, I would make him foolish in public. He is an abominable person who steals other people's biscuits!"
Whenever she took a cookie, he also took a cookie. When only the last piece was left, she guessed what he would do. A kind smile appeared on his face, and slightly restrained, he took the last cookie and divided it in half. He handed her half and happily ate the other half in his hand. The girl grabbed the half of the cake from him and thought: "Oh my God, this guy is quite interesting. He ate my cookies impolitely and didn't even say thank you."
When her flight was notified to board, she breathed a sigh of relief, packed her luggage and walked to the door, and refused to look back at the ungrateful guy who ate her cookies. She boarded the plane, sat comfortably in her seat, and then found the book that was almost finished. When she reached into her purse, she was surprised and surprised to find an unopened bag of cookies! ! ! !
If this is mine, she said to herself regretfully, then the other package should belong to him, and he tried to share his cookies with me! But it was too late, and she couldn't apologize.As the plane entered the clouds, she forgot the thick clouds, and her mood was so heavy and uncomfortable. The ungrateful cake-stealer turned out to be herself.
In life, many people have developed a habit of constantly looking at people around them with suspicion, even those strangers who have nothing to do with them. We even wonder if we have been "provoked and insulted" by those kind strangers. When we deeply hate these people around us, do we think that we may have misunderstood others? ...
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