blue marshmallow

One day after the Ching Ming Festival, the early spring breeze was not warm enough, but it was enough to blow away the heavy winter clothes and the cloudy weather. I read the documents all morning, and my eyes were a little dry, so I said I went downstairs to buy a cup of coffee. He knew me He wanted to go out for a breath of air, so there was no objection.

I took a hot coffee and walked along the corridor into the street garden near the company. I sat on a bench and basked in the sun comfortably with my eyes closed. Suddenly a shadow enveloped me. I opened my eyes a little angrily, thinking about this Why are people so annoying, why did they stop in front of me and block my sunlight, but when I saw the person standing in front of me, I blushed very much for what I just thought.

It should be a beggar, wearing shabby but well-washed clothes, with his right hand stretched out in front of me, with only three fingers left on it, and a heavy scarf covering most of his face, from the exposed part A distorted scar can be seen that appears to run across the entire face, "Can you do me a favor, sir?"

Subconsciously, I took out my wallet, looked inside, left two bills, and put the rest of the money into his open hand.

"Thank you, but I don't want money." He returned the money to me.

for free?My common sense tells me that beggars who don’t want money are the ones who really need help, “Then what do you want me to do for you?”

"My friend wrote me a letter, but I can't read, can you read it for me?"

Oh, this is simple, but looking at other people's letters, it seems a little bad, it seems that I am a little embarrassed, he said quickly, "We are just ordinary friends, we have not contacted for a long time, he finally wrote me a letter Letter..." His voice trembled with begging.

"Okay then, bring it." This time it was my turn to open my hand to him.

He hesitated, and said in a low voice, "I'm afraid I'll lose it, and I haven't worn it, can you go home with me to have a look?"

"Oh," I have to go to his house again, and I start to have trouble again.

"My house is not far from here, but don't feel shabby..." His tone was very embarrassed.

"Okay, I'll go back with you." I couldn't hurt his dignity as a human being, so I got up and motioned for him to lead the way.

His left leg is somewhat inconvenient to walk, and the way he limps in front reminds me of a cobbler who suffered from polio in the town when I was a child. I used to playfully follow behind him to imitate his walking.

I followed him through the noisy streets and turned into the alleys behind the bustling streets, where there were rows of old buildings waiting to be demolished. The walls with peeling cement were painted with huge red characters for "demolition", which reminded me of A few years ago, I went on a trip to other places. When they demolished the city, they wrote the word "relocation" on the wall, which made me feel that it was not so dazzling and very humane.

He stopped in front of a six-story building, "Sir, my family lives upstairs, please go first."

For a moment, I wondered if it was right for me to do this, would he harm me?But look at his thin and disabled body, and I am so strong, where does my fear come from?I'm not a rich man, so what benefit can he get from me?I couldn't help shaking my head, Yan Xiang, Yan Xiang, did this society infect you with the gene of indifference, so that there is no trust between people?

Without further hesitation, I raised my legs and went upstairs, looking back from time to time to see if he was following me, "Which floor do you live on?"

"Ahem," he followed my footsteps with difficulty, "I live on the top floor."

I stood in the aisle on the sixth floor, looked at the doors on the left and right, and waited to determine which side he lived in.

Standing beside me, he couldn't help panting heavily, pointing up with his hand.

"What? Still on the top?" I was a little surprised, and then I went up to the roof of the building.

There was a shy expression in his eyes, I didn't ask any more questions, and stepped up to the rooftop in a few steps. I can only describe the scene in front of me as sad.

A brick house built of discarded bricks and tiles can barely be called a house. One piece of glass on the window has been broken. From the outside, you can see plastic bags hanging for shelter from the wind and rain. Red, black, and yellow splicing together.

"I'm sorry." He whispered behind me.

"It's ok."

He pushed open the unlocked door, and I took a closer look at his cabin in the warm midday sun.

There is a broken sofa at one end of the room, which should be discarded by others, and this kind of garbage is pushed in the corner: old newspapers, waste oil bottles, colorful beverage bottles... Obviously, he is a scavenger, not a beggar. I feel guilty for what I just did.

"Sit down, I'll get the letter." He went into the inner room, which I think should be his bedroom.

I hesitated for a second, but I still sat on that dirty sofa. Just when I raised my head, he had already walked in front of me, because I was sitting facing the sun, my vision was a little blurred, and I vaguely saw him holding a white cloth in his left hand. I stretched out the crumpled thing in front of me with my right hand with only three fingers left. I leaned over and reached out to pick it up, but the white thing passed my hand and directly reached under my nose. The pungent smell that seemed familiar, I was surprised to see an evil smile in his eyes, and then he lost consciousness.