The weather turned cold

 

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Chapter 1

After drifting for an afternoon, I was tired and found a small stall by the stream. I filled my stomach and said.


The stall owner is a lame old man who just smiles slightly and has no words. He is full of vicissitudes, and the bleakness on his forehead is particularly deep, and it seems to be over the ages.continue reading this | this website | click to read |


I sat on the stone on the side and ate. The weather turned cold, the number of tourists was obviously less, and the business of the elderly was also deserted.


The old man sat on another stone and took out a brand new Nokia mobile phone from his jacket pocket. He pressed the button carefully or awkwardly, and pressed it a few times. He thought about it for a while, and laughed from time to time. Is it a small game to win?


The old man looked at me suddenly and said, "Can I ask you a word?" He heard that he was speaking and he was not old. He said slyly: "I will enter the flower next year!"


"What words do you want to ask?" My afterglow saw that he was not playing games, but was texting.


The old man said, "Hey, stay up all night." He doesn't know Mandarin, knows a few words, and can use strokes to input methods.


It’s all stone, there’s nothing to write, I just helped him press it on the phone. Glance at the words on the screen and read the tone of the conversation, it should be sent to the child.


The old man did not feel ashamed. He just smiled and said, "I am stupid. A young man in the village taught me how to use it for a few days."


The old man has no business, and I am not in a hurry to go home. The two people chatted.


The old man’s wife passed away very early. There are seven children, all of whom are working in other places, and they have not yet married. The old people feel very sorry for them. And they did not complain at all, each person squeezed 60 yuan from the hard-earned money to the elderly every month.


The old man did not spend a dime, they all existed in the bank, and they naively wanted to use this money to buy a house for their children to marry. Spring is busy farming, and in the summer and autumn, I push a tricycle to the drifting area, selling some baked buns, corn, clams, and tea eggs. Although there are many tourists and there are many vendors, the income is not very rich, but the old man seems to be very satisfied.


Mobile phones are not bought by the elderly, nor are they sent by others. They are dropped when people drift. There is no saved number in the mobile phone. He waited for a month, and the owner did not call, and he started a "bad heart."


"I have long wanted to buy a mobile phone. Last Mid-Autumn Festival, the second prostitute came back and found that I was fainted in the yard. My son said that I would pick me up, or I was injured, no one knows. I refuse. Daughter. Say at least buy a mobile phone for me, report it once a day. How expensive is the mobile phone! I told them that I would ask the neighbors to call them at the village committee."


The old man shrank his body and said, "I don't think it's a steal, don't break the law, right?"


I remind the elderly that if the amount is huge or the value is high, it is illegal to not turn in the police. This phone can be capped at seven or eight hundred, and people have not called to ask, it does not care.


The old man encountered difficulties when saving text messages. He saved the text messages to be sent to the seven children in the drafts box. Each text message was more than two pages, and the content was similar:


The first sentence says "I am very happy today, very healthy"; the second sentence is to ask "How is your situation today?" The third sentence begins to be different, is a piecemeal home, and some cities The interesting thing in the country; the last sentence is the same: "Good to yourself, good to others, good person, not afraid of things, and old man!"


There was a warm current in my heart and I asked why he didn't send it. He said: "I am afraid I will think about it later, and I have something to say."


I smiled: "That can be done again!"


The old man shook his head: "I want a dime, and it is two hairs. I will wait until after dark."


The carrier of the poor expressing love is often humble, and the emotions expressed are as true and pure! What a tiny carrier of text messages, and the old man condenses the love of seven children in seven text messages, but how much broad! our website | top article | have a peek here

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