One day, on a street, I met a man, an old man in his fifties.
In fact, a person in his fifties cannot be called an old man, but he is rather old, with wrinkled skin and messy hair. There are more than sixty years old.
Originally, I was just like usual. When I passed by that place in the morning, I wanted to buy two steamed buns and a cup of soy milk for breakfast. I was going to work in the company. At some point, an old man stretched out his dirty hands, his eyes Staring at me, I don't know why, I feel a little sad, although his old body seems to me to be very unbearable. I just want to pity him, but I still put the sad eyes He hid it, showing sympathy, and then handed the buns and soy milk to the old man.
The old man looked at me, then looked around, and found that not many people noticed him, so he took the bun, and then turned his eyes to me, and he looked at me with sad eyes, young man, you But you have to worry, I was just like you at the beginning, living life in a muddle at the age of 20 or 30, but I never thought that the years have come to an end, the grass and trees have fallen, and I have become an old man. Got nothing, ended up like this (Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com