The life I want and don't want

Because of my daughter's school, I returned to live in the old city, which is also some days. And because the family home has been relatively old, so the people living in the courtyard are all kinds of people, mostly renters and older people. Every day in the city of the old city shuttle in and out, there is so a person, caught my attention.

She is an older woman (I am 40, so I can be called an older woman, looks almost 70 outside), unless the weather is heavy rain and snow really can not come out, other days, every day out, basically can meet this older woman. She always sits on a simple old cart that can be used as a chair, and can be used as a support, always wears a dark fat clothes that can not see the real color, always with a pair of cloudy eyes empty and indifferent looking at the people or cars passing by ...... In winter, she sits at the head of the building where there is sun; in summer In the summer, she will move to the other side of the road where there is a hint of shade. But every day, she always sits like this from sunrise to sunset ...... Every time I pass by her, I smile and say hello to her, call her "ama", thinking that I can make her a little happy, but her face is always like old bark. The face is always like old bark, dry and chapped, without any luster, and no expression. The most time I will be in the heart of this old age after the hopeless life, a deep fear ...... do not want to own one day, also in this way, to continue life ......

Another day, on the way to work in the car, in a courteous pedestrian crosswalk, because there are pedestrians passing, I slowly slammed on the brakes and stopped to wait for them to cross. At that moment, two middle-aged people broke into my line of sight.

A man and a woman, they should not be city people, or at least not the type of people who live particularly well off. Because the man was wearing a clean but seems to have been quite old khaki work clothes, one hand also carried a large black plastic bag, looks quite heavy; the woman should be the man's wife, quite short hair combed fairly straight, wearing a plum red not new jacket, was a few steps slower than the man behind, but suddenly like a child, jumping on the crosswalk closely The man suddenly took two steps to catch up with the man in front of him, and also naturally took hold of the man's lapel ...... At this time the two people had walked to the middle of the road to the safety of the barrier, the man suddenly turned his face sideways to the woman's side, a doting face, eyes can see the smile complained of the woman a "Do not walk well, jump what ah ......" (Do not blame me for using soft words, but then see that scene, after hearing that sentence, the first thing that popped into my head, is the word spoiled.

Two scenes, two lives. One scene is every day every day is knocking at you, spurring you on, so that you do not dare to indulge in their own health, always worried that the gods of fate will one day remember your indulgence and reverse back to you; a scene is a first glimpse but every time you think of it will make you feel a touch of warmth, so you feel that even if the outside world is occasionally a bit gloomy, but there is a sincere accompany you to guard your people have been around you, is quite a happy thing Things ......

Hey, when you can't sleep at night, it's easy to think about these small, insignificant things that you didn't bother to think about during the day ......

Okay, sleep ~~~~

Embracing the brocade quilt, a sleep to the white head ...... ha, seems too hot, will sweat ...... or not cover more able to sleep