When I was at home today, I was moved to see a story.
This morning, an old man came to the door of his house. The old man speaks an authentic Shangqiu accent, which makes me feel very kind, because his father's hometown is in Shangqiu. The neighbor’s aunt quietly told me that this old man who harvests tatters is very real, and the price is fair and does not lack two pounds. If there are any unnecessary tatters in the house that occupy space, you can sell it to him with confidence.
It just so happens that there are a lot of milk crates and beverage bottles in my house, and it’s time to clean up. So I shouted to him: "Master, come to my house and do a favor." I always think that people who go to the house to collect tatters are not businessmen in everyone's words, but people who come to the house to help.
The old man heard my call, smiled kindly at me, and entered my yard. His movements are a little slow. Such a self-reliant old man always makes me look different and always makes me feel pity. I can't help but sort out the clutter in the yard with him.
"Master, how old are you this year?" I asked him. "Haha, I'm 76 years old." He smiled honestly, and when he answered my question, his tone was slightly proud. "Then your body is really good, not deaf and eye-sighted, and you are still riding a tricycle to earn money. It's amazing!" I praised. "Haha...what's so amazing, I'm old and don't know how to do anything else." He said modestly.
"Master, how much money can you make a year?" I asked. When it comes to making money, the old man got excited and talked more: "I can earn ten thousand yuan a year. Except for my own life, I paid my little granddaughter's tuition. My little granddaughter has gone to college. I even sent her more than 8,000 yuan a year for living expenses. My eldest grandson has gone to work. It is a policeman. He doesn’t want my money, so he will pay me back."
"Master, you are amazing, grandson Granddaughter is so old. Then you come out to collect the garbage, what about your wife?" I asked."My wife is gone," the old man said quietly, his eyes dimmed immediately. "Life is better, it would be nice if my wife was here." I said. "Hey, I have forgotten what my wife looks like." The old man said.
"No? Master, you are too obsessive, right? Forget your wife?" I laughed and teased the old man. "Oh girl, you don't know, my wife is 19 years old," the old man said. "Ah? Why are you so young?" I said a little dumb.
"That year, I was 18, and she was 19. She was gone when I gave birth to my son. The older I get, the more I can't remember what she looked like. I remember how beautiful she looked. I can't remember anything else. , Ah, I am getting old in a blink of an eye, I should go to her, I am afraid that I will go to her and don't know her." The old man said.
My nose is sour. I am most afraid of hearing love stories.
