I met him on a winter afternoon. That day, I went to the supermarket to buy something, met a few fellow villagers, the big guys don't see each other much on weekdays, suddenly met, and stopped to chat for a while.
Suddenly, a familiar figure stepped into my sight. Qiao Zhihong, in my mind, suddenly came up with these three words.
Taking advantage of the gap between chatting with my fellow villagers, I carefully identified them, and at first, I thought that I had looked away myself, and in this metropolis, there were too many people who looked like them. But he walked around us for a long time, and I thought, he must be the Qiao Zhihong I knew.
At this time, the fellow I was chatting with called him, Zhihong, come over, and go buy me a pack of cigarettes.
Hearing the shouting, he hurried over, took the money handed by his fellow and ran to the shop on the side of the street.
When he was far away, I asked the fellow countrymen around me, who is he?
We are a fellow countryman, and the baby is very poor.
What's wrong?
Alas, it is a long story, Wa worked the construction site for a year, it was cold, I was going to take the money home to marry my daughter-in-law, as a result, during that time, I knew a bunch of our fellow countrymen, shouting every day to play cards, this is not, a year of hard earned money, not two days, it was lost.
Finished losing? I asked him in surprise.
Yeah, it's all lost. No, the money is lost, and the home cannot be returned. Poor baby, not even a meal money, every day, to those who play cards to bring tea and pour water, run errands and mix life.
Alas, this baby, what is not good to learn, but to learn to play cards. I listened with a deep heart, and Wu sighed to myself.
That is, how many times he has said it to him, he just won't listen. The fellow said with an embarrassed face.
At this time, Qiao Zhihong came out of the store with a cigarette, a good young man, his hair was messy, his face was dirty, and his clothes were also tattered, at first glance, he thought he was a rags picker.
The fellow who talked to me took the cigarette, followed the trend, and handed One to Qiao Zhihong. Qiao Zhihong looked at the fellow with a twinkle in his eye, looked at me again, and then slowly picked up the cigarette.
Hey, is your home in Jiaojia Lane? I lit a cigarette for Qiao Zhihong and asked casually.
That's it. Qiao Zhihong looked up at me.
Is your sister's name Jonana?
Well. Qiao Zhihong looked up at me again, and soon, he lowered his head again.
Do you know him? The fellow on the side asked me.
I saw it when I was a child, but I haven't seen him for many years, and when I saw him, he was still a little doll.
Alas, when these things happen, they are all self-inflicted, and they can't blame others. The fellow sighed,
I glanced at my fellow, turned to Qiao Zhihong and asked: Zhihong, do you want to go home?
I think, unfortunately, there is no money. He lowered his head as he spoke.
Come, I'll get you the money, take the money, and go buy a ticket in the afternoon and go home. I casually took two hundred dollars out of my wallet and handed it over.
You give him money? The fellow asked me in surprise.
Yes, don't hide from you, I and his sister are classmates, and then one,, or my cousin's aunt, I don't help him, later, my classmates and cousins know, face to face say nothing can't hang ah. I explained.
As it was, the fellow smiled.
Qiao Zhihong took the money and stood there stunned, without thanking him. I left them on the pretext of going to the supermarket. However, along the way, my heart is extremely heavy, as far as I know, many fellow villagers have worked hard for a year, and at the end of the year, there is no money to go home, not only George Hong.
