In 2004, I was in Shanghai. That day, I went to the telecommunications hall. I walked in. Someone walked out and passed by. A wallet fell under my feet.
My intuition at that time was a young man who dropped it. I picked up my wallet, turned around and waved my hand and shouted: Oh, whose wallet is--- At this time, the young man who dropped my wallet had just stepped out of the door with one foot.
Seeing him turn around, I rushed over and asked him: Is it your wallet? He reached out to take the wallet, as if he was afraid of something and hurriedly turning around and leaving quickly. The girlfriend beside him turned around and said: Thank you. As if he wanted to say more, he hurriedly pulled her to and walked quickly. I watched them leave blankly, turned around and couldn't help but look back, but the couple was no longer seen.
After so many years, I have never understood what this young man meant at that time. Don’t even dare to say thank you? I’m afraid I’ll go back on my word? I’m afraid I’ll cheat him? Or is that wallet not his at all?
Later, whenever I’m short of money, I’ll think of that wallet. How much money is there in that wallet? He should have a lot of money with his girlfriend, right? Shouldn’t I pay him back?
I don’t understand if I’m wrong, or is the kindness of human nature in today’s society questioned?
However, no matter what, I think if I encounter similar things again, I will still do that. Because kindness is a person's nature. It is also my belief in this life.