Sorry ......

On the train, a pretty female conductor stared at a middle-aged migrant man and shouted, "check tickets !"
The middle-aged man rummaged all over and finally found it, but it was taken in his hand.

The conductor smiled at him and said, "This is a children's ticket ."

The middle-aged man looked red and said, "Isn't the children's ticket the same as the fare for the Disabled ?"

The conductor looked at the middle-aged man and asked, "Are you a disabled person ?"
"I am a disabled person !" "Then you can show me the disability certificate ."
　
The middle-aged man got nervous and said, "I don't have a disability certificate. when buying a ticket, the conductor asked me for a disability certificate. I couldn't buy a children's ticket.

The conductor sneered: "How can you prove that you are a disabled person without a disability certificate ?"
The middle-aged man did not say anything, but gently took off his shoes and pulled his pants up-he had only half of his feet.
The conductor looked at it and said, "what I want to see is my ID card! It is the steel seal of the residual joint cover ."

The middle-aged man gave a pair of bitter melon faces and explained: "I don't have a local account, and people don't apply for a disability certificate. I am working in a private construction site. When something happens, my boss runs and I have no money to go to the hospital for assessment ......"
The conductor heard the news and asked about the situation.

The middle-aged man once again explained to the train conductor that he was a person with disabilities and bought a ticket at the same price as the person with disabilities ......
The conductor also asked, "What is your disability certificate ?"
The middle-aged man said that he did not have a disability certificate, and then asked the conductor to watch his half foot.

The conductor did not even look at it. He impatiently said, "We only authenticate and do not recognize people! If you have a disability certificate, you will be entitled to the Disability ticket if you have a disability certificate. Make up the ticket !"
Middle-aged people will be paralyzed in a moment.
He rummaged through his full-body pockets and luggage, with only a few dollars, not enough to make up the ticket. He said to the conductor with a cry: "After half of my feet are dropped by a machine, I can no longer work, no money, and I can't even go back to my hometown, this half-price ticket was bought for me by the villagers. Please let me go !"

The conductor insisted: "That's not acceptable ."
The female conductor took the opportunity to say to the conductor, "Let him go to the front of the car to shovel coal. It is regarded as a voluntary labor.
The conductor wanted to say, "Okay !"

An old comrade opposite the middle-aged man was not familiar with this. He stood up and stared at the conductor's eyes and said, "Are you a man ?"
The conductor says, "What does this have to do with me !"
　
"You tell me, are you a man !"

"Of course I am a man ." "What do you use to prove that you are a man? Show your man's certificate to everyone !"
People around me smile.

The conductor stunned and said, "I am a big man standing here. Is it true ?"

The old comrade shook his head and said, "like you, I only authenticate and do not recognize people. A man's certificate is a man, and a man's certificate is not a man ."

The conductor got stuck and couldn't think of anything to deal with it.

The female conductor stood up and told the conductor, "I am not a man. You have something to say to me ."

The old comrade pointed to her nose and said, "You are not a human !"

The conductor burst into a thunder and shouted, "your mouth is clean! What do you mean, I am not a human ?!"
The old comrade smiled with a calm face and said, "Are you a person? Well, let's show you your ID card ......"
　
People around me laughed again.

Only one person did not smile. He was the middle-aged man who had only half his feet. He fixed his eyes and looked at all of them. I don't know when my eyes were filled with tears. I don't know if it was grievance or gratitude, or hate.