Originally, this 81-year-old gentleman, who lives in Beijing. Distance this town full 120 miles. The odd is that every morning he came here to eat breakfast, and riding a bike to and has been this way ten years. He saw my look of consternation do not believe like they thrust the ID card showed me the agility of the reaction, the eyes of the swift, hands and feet of the powerful, 黑社會who would not believe that this is out the old, however, this really is in black and white genuineness of the facts. I could not but admire kept, and curious, and the old man chatted up.
His original life is not like this, every day lying in bed, infusion, endless infusion, hospitals sentence he should expect to live no longer than two years, told him that like to eat what you eat something, waiting to go home ! governance is a Waste of money. His mood is really bad to the extreme, some sunshine in his heart, coupled with the day-to-day medication, wave after wave of pain. As if never see less than a head of dark, finally let him lose confidence and patience on the treatment.
His case must go home, back to that infinitely better, infinitely comfortable home, there was never quiet, always happy, always dreams, never belonged to him, will never be able to inhabit his life and soul of the nest. loveHe finally came home to join together all the sincerity and filial sons and daughters. Changing the pattern to give him good food, but he seemed not what it used to always feel lack something to look forward to working with regret, he remembered that Jingdong small town, I think of a bowl of bean curd.
His heart suddenly thrown up a surge of spring-like warmth, musters a rare smile on his face. This is a very good memory, usually almost want it up, but he will never forget, that is used to distress the day,思念 it was once awkward years, the good intentions of the people of that small town that gave him a bowl of bean curd, he survived, he did not freeze to death in winter frost cold days.