Evening

In the evening, a shabby figure moved slowly to the door of Yan er’s cake shop. He was as thin as a shadow, which could be blown down by a gust of wind. That was an old man, one of his eyes collapsed into his eyes, and the convex and convex concave-concave showed the purplish red marks left when the operation was densely stitched up. The other eye barely opened a seam and held a shabby schoolbag in his arms, limping to the cake shop that passed by every night, not far from the door, picking up the cardboard box that would be discarded at this time every night, there must be something good in it, let his originally thin eyes narrow a thinner seam; The face like dry bark tilted on one side of the lips quivered upward and tilted. This is a face that scares children and women. Yan er stood in the transparent window and looked out at the strange old man. It was not surprising at all. He just took a long breath. Weigh the cake quickly! Landlady, what are you looking? A well-dressed middle-aged woman, looking at yan er’s concentrated expression outside the window, said impatiently and frowned. Good! Yan ER quickly and neatly picked up the food bag, put on gloves and said the cake, go well! Yan er walked out of the store with the figure of customers. Looking at the distant, limping figure shaking like a shadow, he muttered in his heart: Don’t you know if he can eat enough? So he hurriedly turned around and walked back to the store. Xiaoshan, how many bread did you put in the cardboard box today? Yan er asked her shop assistant softly. Put one, what’s the matter? yan jie! Xiaoshan is 19 years old this year, with a slightly reddish face, which seems to mark that he is a boy from the mountain area with unique simplicity and simplicity, and also meets the joke of red two balls on the cheek of Gao Yuan’s face. He stood beside the shelf, picked up a bread and looked at it carefully. The bright color and shape of the bread in the food bag made him smile with satisfaction. That’s a little less. Yan er sat on the small chair, pinching her sore shank while talking to herself in a low voice. Sister Yan, still less? Put a bread every day, and also give the paper box to that kind of person! A little dissatisfied, and a little disdainful worldly wisdom appeared on the childish face of the hill. Why do you say that? That was an old man who lived on his own. It seemed that yan er was still sick. He raised his head and stared at the Hill with his clear eyes smiling. Sister Yan, we are a small business, and we are also very hard. Who is pitiful? Xiaoshan picked up Yan Er and his own cup, poured water on one side, and continued muttering that yan er and he got along like sister and brother, complaining to themselves: give him money and don’t want it, preferring to pick up rags, is quite a character! You give him bread every day and put it in a cardboard box, which is also a strange sister! The evening six days ago. For the first time, Yan er saw this old man not far from her own door. He was bitten by a dog on the trouser leg, limping away and looking around with his terrible eyes to escape the way out of the dog’s chase. It happened that the onlookers surrounded a circle and blocked the way. The children and women were hiding from the old man’s eyes far away. The bold men leaned forward and watched with great interest, pointing at them from time to time: how scary! It must be a lively scene of beggars, attracting the curious eyes of passers-. Yan er squeezed into the circle and looked at the scene in surprise. Somebody’s dog? Why nobody cares? Yan er’s thin voice couldn’t raise the height, and was quickly submerged in the miscellaneous discussions. Son, come! The delicate voice was like an order, and the precious shepherd dog returned to the hostess like an arrow. Why do you call a dog a son? There was a boy of seven or eight years old laughing, and the dog covered his mouth was very expensive! The mother who looked like a boy was admiring. The strange old man limped forward and someone was giving him change. The old man shook his head, didn’t say anything, and didn’t reach out to pick it up. He just bent down and picked up an empty plastic bottle, put it in the broken bag in front of his chest, stood up and continued to move his steps, not knowing where he was going. The onlookers around gradually dispersed around a middle-aged man with vigorous clothes, wearing glasses and wiping the greasy corners of his mouth with napkin, which was obviously the male owner of the dog. Walking to the front of his private car, he opened the door and sat in. Then he leaned out and said to the hostess of the dog, “Give the old man some money. My son never bites people, what kind of money will he give? The hostess patted the white fluff on the back of the shepherd dog, disapprovingly. Buy some cakes for my son! The hostess walked to the door of Yan er’s cake shop with a swing. Her son followed her closely and was about to enter the door. Please put your dog outside! Yan er raised her head and straightened her sore back, saying coldly. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. 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Rural Chronicle (VIII) self-examination

Hot Pot. Sitting around my relatives, my sick father with Blurred eyes, my loving mother who brought vegetables to my granddaughter, my little fat brother, and my little sister-in-law who seemed a little stiff, it has not been so neat as this year for several years. In the countryside which is thousands of miles away from home, everyone blushes and feels hot because of the infection of hot pot. It should not be the effect of wine. Oh, I am drank more tonight…. At that time, I couldn’t feel such a complicated mood for my childhood ignorance and youth. So when did it start? With the growth of age and experience, we become less and less simple. What kind of state is the most real self? I hope I can give myself an answer. In the colorful picture, the man with long hair and shawl is me. The explosive music, dazzling light, big glasses, small glasses, women, men, red scarf, black sweater, I opened the depth of my memory, and it seemed that I was not familiar with it at that time. 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Till today, I believe that many people like me have already acted numb. We are playing series with our own participation every day. However, which role is our own nature, who can make it clear? A person’s life is very limited. He didn’t care much about it when he was young. At that time, he had too much time to squander. The older he was, the more precious he felt his life. Looking back, he was just silent nostalgia. Hot Pot. Sitting around my relatives, my sick father with Blurred eyes, my loving mother who brought vegetables to my granddaughter, my little fat brother, and my little sister-in-law who seemed a little stiff, it has not been so neat as this year for several years. In the countryside which is thousands of miles away from home, everyone blushes and feels hot because of the infection of hot pot. It should not be the effect of wine. Oh, I am drank more tonight…. Mom. I heard my voice hissing in the air. Well? Mom. Is this kid drunk? Trying to say? Mother. 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