Strangers are the blind box the world gives you

In such a big city, what kind of intersection will happen between strangers? What kind of trace will the short intersection leave in the long years?

Originally, we miss the unknown person in different degrees.

-- Times have changed

When I was in high school in Hengshui, I lived every day by the second and rarely had a good meal. To save time, breakfast is an apple, a cake and a carton of milk tucked into the clothes after getting up. Ask for another egg when we get to the canteen. I used to go to the first window on the first floor of the west canteen. Time for a long time, every time I see me, little brother on the index finger, I said: "HMM!" He sold me an egg.

The first time he raised his index finger, I was shocked, never expecting him to remember me, to remember that I only need an egg every morning. In a strange and competitive city, the little brother remembered my habits, which made me feel surprised and warm.

- cool guy

When I was a graduate student in the UK, I was under great pressure. My classmates were all excellent, and my family paid a lot for me to go to school. When I was writing my thesis, I always had a lot of worries, and I would stay in the library until three or four in the morning, even overnight. At night, I had to pass the cabin where the guard was on duty. There was a British man who said good night to me in Chinese every day. To tell you the truth, once I turned around, I even burst into tears.

- the ox tongue

One winter, forgot to take the key, late at night in the downstairs to wait for the roommate to come back to open the door. After waiting for a long time, I saw people coming and going, and I did not know what time it was. At this time, a little brother sent down a cup of hot water to me, he said: "The cup is new, the water is hot." That year, the words warm my whole winter.

June -

More than two months ago, I was studying in a classroom on the top floor of my university. When I learned that my grandfather had passed away, I went out to squat in the hallway and cry. A boy came to me and handed me a stack of tissues. That pad of paper towels is really thick. He probably gave me the rest of his paper towel. He was wearing glasses, and I was too sad to think about it, but now that I think about it, I really appreciate it.

-- Summer has a tea

In Chaoyang station there encountered a waste collection uncle, looking at the appearance of more than 50 years old, riding an electric tricycle, the car loaded with recycled waste, is "whirring" to rush forward. I noticed him because he had a row of shoelaces tied around the tail of his car, probably accumulated slowly, some long, some short, some colorful. As soon as we pick up speed, they float behind us like pretty tassels.

Could not help but look at a few eyes, harvest a very specific, very fresh happiness. I think of a reading comprehension question I did in primary school and analyze the character of the main character. A MAN IS WALKING ON THE EDGE OF A FIELD, PUTTING A FLOWER (OR BLADE OF GRASS) IN HIS HAT (OR BASKET). He IS A MAN WHO LOVES life. At that time, I did not understand how this is the love of life, a lot of people are like this. Later, when I grew up, I understood it, and found that in the increasingly fast pace of the city, people seem to be more and more easily moved by such details, some poems in trivial life, and idle feelings.

Geometry -

Some time ago, the COVID-19 epidemic occurred in the city, block, school closure, unit shutdown, the city repeated nucleic acid testing. The streets were empty, and as the weather grew cold, a bleak atmosphere soon permeated the city.

I wrapped myself up and took the dog downstairs for a walk. There were few people in the neighborhood. After walking for a while, I suddenly heard a familiar tune in the wind. I looked back with my bare eyes. An old man was sitting alone on a bench in the sun, singing a very old nursery rhyme, perhaps one he had sung as a child.

I can't guess how old he is, only that he feels very old. He recalled his childhood alone in the sunshine. For a moment, I thought the scene was lovely and warm.

- GuYi

In the early autumn of 1978, I met an old man named Pan Yuanqing from Shanghai in the Summer Palace in Beijing. At that time I took a roll of 120 black and white film, see the old man with a camera, presumptuously asked the old man to take pictures for me. The old man agreed. He was very serious, not a bit impatient, accompany me in Kunming lake, until the end of a roll of film. He is in his late 60s, of medium build, neither fat nor thin, with fair skin, and speaks Mandarin with a Shanghai accent and is very personable. He can also write beautifully in pen and steel.

I was an ordinary worker, 24 years old, not married. I was so moved at that time that I wished I could be as helpful as he was and still be hospitable to others when I reached his age.

I'm 68 years old now, and I'm the man I wanted to be.

- cow song

In late September 2020, I was alone in the delivery room waiting for the doctor to give me a painless shot. In order to let the doctor accurately find the location of the needle, I sat on the edge of the bed naked, bent my legs and insisted, not moving. I shivered from labor and cold. After a long time, the doctor was still instructing the intern how to find the exact place to place the needle, and I felt like I was going to give up.

At this time, a nurse little sister put her hand on my shoulder, gently touched a few times, said: "hold on, it will be good." I was already tormented to numbness to cry out in an instant. Everyone was paying attention to the injection, except her, who noticed a woman struggling to hold on.

I remember when the sun was shining outside the window, my little sister's hand was warm, on my cold shoulder, warm.

- the fox meow

I am visually impaired and live on the 28th floor. Once, it was an elevator with no voice announcements, a group of strangers on their way to different floors, and me with a blind staff. The first person to get off the elevator said to me, "I got off first." The second person who got off said to me, "This is the 27th floor. You can get off the next time the elevator opens." Suddenly feel the small elevator is full of warm light.

Krishnamurti says that observation without evaluation is the highest form of human intelligence. As a blind person, in an able-bodied society, most attention is paid with sympathy or pity. In this elevator, I felt kindness without sympathy.

- the little lion