Hurried Traveler
When it was not bright, I hurried to the bus station.
I do not know when the sky overcast, gray clouds in the head quietly condensed, the air is full of damp. With old experience, it seems that another--the snow is coming--really, to the bus station, it seems that the face has fallen on a cold snow particles. I'm in a heavy mood. Tomorrow is the Spring Festival! If there is another snow, the bus stops and it is impossible to go home for the holidays. I entered the waiting room with uneasy feelings.
My heart got cold at once. I think I came early today, and it's actually probably the latest one. The waiting room has been crowded, noisy, disorderly like a bazaar.
Disappointment, I quickly put my eyes on the ticket office.
At the 802-time ticket office, I saw the sign with chalk: Add a car.
A kind of unspeakable excitement poured into my heart, and I laughed. I thought I was smiling at my wife and children. Good! I can probably go home to the Spring Festival today.
When I was about to rush to the line to buy tickets, a faint and old voice came to my side:
"Who's going to do me a favor and buy me a ticket to Peach County ..."
The voice was hopeless, and seemed not to be a certain person, but a call of appeal to all who were present.
Compassion has made me stop. I saw an old man curled up in a chair next to me-he was repeating the words I heard just now. His clothes are not very shabby, but unkempt, and it seems that the body is sick, so that the face is very old and decay. It's not like a beggar, because I saw the money in his hand to buy a ticket. Is it the folk artist who kogushigo the storyteller? But I don't see it with shamisen. I think: Anyway, this big root is a person who can't stand in line to buy tickets.
I recognized it as a blind man when I looked carefully at his face!
I suddenly felt a kind of indignation. Of course I was first angry at the bus station--I couldn't solve such a problem that should be solved completely. But I am more angry with the people in this waiting room. None of these people is willing to help this unfortunate old man!
This kind of Zhungya thought of course first touched me. I think I should help the old man.
I glanced at the ticket office at Peach County: just right! 803 times and 802 tickets cramming next to each other, and the "increase of two cars" is written on the train card.
I hurried to the past.
I hesitated at the end of the two teams: which team would I rank first? If I go to the blind old man and buy a ticket, I can't get my own ticket in ten days. I will have to roll back to the unit in dismay. But if I buy myself a ticket first, the old man's ticket is not too much to grasp.
I do not feel faint in my heart to rise a feeling of frustration: Ah! You have chosen a problem for yourself in your own position.
Soon, I condemned this sentiment again: Yes, you did not make a public promise for the unfortunate old man, but did you take some responsibility in the mind? Didn't you just say that people didn't care about the old man? Good! You cared for yourself, but you regretted it again. What kind of words!
However, the first to buy the ticket is a question that needs to be identified soon, followed by two teams are continuing to increase the number of people queuing. If you don't make a quick decision, you're probably going to miss it at both ends.
I was too late to think, and soon stood behind the team 802 times.
For an instant, I felt ashamed of myself. But he also tried to find some reason to free himself from his conscience. I would like to add two more buses 803 times, and 802 times only another trip. In this case, buy 802 times and then buy 803 more times, and have the most hope of both worlds. Of course, it's better to buy two tickets at the same time, but I won't split SHENFA!
So it seems that this is a logical thing to do. In addition, I think I really work hard, even if I can't buy 803 tickets (thank goodness I don't want to), I can get through the heart: in this many people, although I did not solve the actual problem of blind old man, but I was the only one who cared for him, and with action for his efforts.
For some consolation reasons, I felt as if I was in the heart. But at the same time, also faint feel a bit uncomfortable head. I seem to think that the old man's eyes and blind, he is in the back corner looking at me ...
I finally got a 802-time ticket to my hand! This little piece of hard paper, the joy I bring to me now is indescribable, it means that I will return to my loved ones today.
I took this full harvest, standing behind the team 803 times. I am very happy: I have been satisfied and began to do a noble thing to strengthen people.
Of course I am the last of the team. Standing in front of a tall young man, hair matted, like deliberately to get into that look. He wore a striped pair of trousers, a pair of leather shoes followed by a bright light, the right foot on the floor rhythmically beat the drum point "
Fashionable youth! Don't look at his face, the back of the light that I resent, in fact, there is no defect in the back. Indeed, I now have a stubborn distrust of the young people of today. I think they do have many advantages over our generation, such as being sharp, thinking, and so on. But on morality, courtesy, compassion, hum, I dare say, it is not comparable to the old men of us! Take this burly lad for a moment, and perhaps he has no upbringing at all. I was even surprised that he was standing in line behind the team with eight boards. Well, he probably looks like he can buy tickets. If the conductor shouted, "The ticket is almost over, the people in the back do not line up", you see him again, he will rulangshihu to the past.
Just then, I found a young woman standing next to the team.
She was as if she were in line, not in the team; her eyes squint at the window, as if she were in the rope, and she was waiting for something, and pretending to be indifferent.
I conclude that she is also a person ready to troubled waters. I wish I had guessed her wrong! Beside her stood a four or five-year-old girl, who seemed to be her child.
As the young man and a woman stood in front, I was a little frustrated. I know that they will do something when it is critical.
I am with a kind of this Ann mood with the team move.
The bad things finally came to pass: when we left three of us, the tickets were the last one left. Of course I didn't buy it. Although I am very sorry, but still feel comfortable, because this time I did not buy a ticket is normal.
But the two young men in front of me had made a fuss over the ticket, as I had expected.
When the conductor announced that there was only one ticket left, the young woman left her child and flung her hand into the ticket gate. When the young man reacted, the ticket had come to the girl's hand. The young man just want to find the conductor, the small door but "pa" a sound off, the "ticket has been sold out" on the "four" words to open to him (of course, also against me).
The young man immediately turned all his anger to the young woman. He clenched his fists, and began to scold her with a very dimensional voice, and to make her pass the ticket forcefully, saying that if she did not, she would not be allowed to go today anyway.
To tell the truth, I stood on the side of the young man emotionally without reservation. That's not to say I like him. Although I resent the young people of today, I am more disgusted with unreasonable people.
I saw the young woman under the young man's storm, his eyes lowered, his lips trembling, but he could not say a word.
Perhaps she herself realized that she had done something that was not so glorious? In my heart, she had the cheek to jump in the queue to buy a ticket although the offensive, but at this time on her performance of such an apology has produced some kind of goodwill. And I saw the little girl clinging to her short-haired mother's arms, looking at the horrible "uncle" with a pair of eyes and crying with fear. I soon turned my sympathy completely to the mother and son, and in turn angry at the young man's aggressive attitude: "You are justified, but you are not ashamed to be a hero in front of the children and women."
The young woman, with her teeth biting her lips, looked a little overwhelmed, and she mumbled nothing. As a result, the young man became angrier. He rebuked her fiercely, and his arms began to whirl in the air. It's broken! I'm afraid he's going to fight!
At this moment, I saw the little girl is very brave to stand in front of that jovially young man, two small arms like the wings of a bird open, protecting her short hair of the mother, face hanging two big tears, small mouth one by one, said:
"Uncle, please, don't hit mommy!" ”
The extraordinary act of the little man had suddenly cut off the power of the boy like a frantic turning machine, and the angry young face gradually eased down. He stared at the chubby little girl with a little astonishment, and frowned, and then, lifting hack a stiff hand, touched lightly on the little girl's head, and, in a very gentle tone, incoherent, said, "you ... Don't be afraid!
Uncle...... No hitting ... "
After saying this, he was bewildered and twisted his head to the side, silent.
I looked at this sudden appearance of the real scene, very surprised, young man Ah, the original in your rough chest behind, unexpectedly also have such a good feeling Oh!
The young man, who had been silent for a while, turned his head, and said to the young woman in a city-earnest tone:
"Comrade, I'm sorry." You don't get angry. Just now, I, too much ...
The young woman did not say anything, only silently put the children around her, and then teach her to say: "Good, say thank you uncle." ”
"Thank you, good uncle!" The child's face was still hung with two sparkling tears, and his fat right hand was lifted to the forehead.
I saw the lad's help through these quickly creeping, tears in the eyes straight. He suddenly took a ticket from his coat pocket and handed it to the young woman.
His action puzzled me: What was the matter?
I saw the young woman at a loss: look at the young man, look at the ticket again, and wink at the eye with confusion.
"Don't you wonder. He said: "I bought a ticket 803 times, but it's not for myself." I waited in line for a second time to buy myself a piece, but you bought it. But it doesn't matter, it's not convenient for you to take the kids and stay here. I'm not leaving, but please do me a favor and take care of the man on the way. ”
Who "she asked him.
He bawl in the back corner of the bawl mouth: "The blind old man."
"He is you what love in the unknown person?" ”
When this drama of life came here, I was shocked and stunned! And before I had yet to react, I saw the young woman screaming, and took out his ticket and handed it to the young man, pleasantly surprised and said, "Yes, it's a coincidence!" I bought this one for him, too! ”
"Who is he to you?" ”
She shook her head: "Don't know ..."
For an instant, none of them spoke. They quietly looked at each other, two pure young faces, like marble sculptures are generally beautiful.
At the moment, standing by their side of me, like a true old fool, and like a wrong pupil, ashamed to stand in front of the head teacher. I fell on the side of a dirty broken chair, the head buzzing straight, the neck of the button like a date thorn in the throat of the general card on the bone, breathless are breathing for come over.
Now I hear the young man trying to get the youth woman and the Blind man to go. However, the girl said:
"Comrade, I'm not going to pick the county at all!" I was supposed to buy a ticket for 802 times. But see the old man is too poor, I feel the responsibility to help him, he gave up the first to buy himself a ticket. But I saw 803 times the team lined up very long, afraid to buy the old man can not get tickets, the thick of the cheek in front of you. I think you will believe me now? The station is near, you quickly and the old man on the bus! ”
I saw the young man solemnly took the ticket from her hand and pulled out the ticket and put it into the hands of the young woman, then bent back and carefully kissed the little girl on the cheek, then turned away.
I got up from the broken chair and walked to the young woman with an irrepressible thrill. I took out my ticket and said to her, "Do you want the ticket 802 times?" I can't go, refund ". She was pleasantly surprised to pay, and said: "True luck!" Thank you so much! ”
I took the money, pulled the brim down, silently through the crowded crowd, out of the waiting room.
The outside has turned into a silver-white world. The flying snowflakes are spinning, and the swirl are falling. There was silence on the street. I set foot on the white road and hurried to the authorities.
Lu Yao's short story "Hurried passer"
