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Man, when I came, I was light, and when I left, I was sick, and I cried after writing

author:Mercy
Man, when I came, I was light, and when I left, I was sick, and I cried after writing

Author: Mercy Champion

01

Just received a WeChat message, just two lines, I was stunned for a long time.

When my thoughts eased up a little, I realized that the old man had left.

I couldn't believe the fact that I had visited him at home during the New Year and brought him some gifts. The old man is very talkative, although he has limited mobility, but his body is very healthy.

What I did not expect was that after two months, the old man died due to ineffective rescue from illness.

I have an unspeakable discomfort in my heart, this discomfort, partly because I don't want the old man, and part of the reason is to lament that the world is not easy, people, when I come, I am light, but when I leave, I am sick.

Man, when I came, I was light, and when I left, I was sick, and I cried after writing

02

I met the old man two years ago, I worked alone outside, alone, alone, every day with my life of three o'clock and one line, after work home is already evening.

The alley where I rented the apartment is somewhat remote, and the surrounding facilities are not complete, but the rent is cheap, and most of the people living here are some migrant workers.

At night, the alley was pitch black, there were no street lights, and for someone like me who returned late, walking in that remote and dark alley, I was really afraid.

In order to live, I had to grit my teeth and support it. Until that day, an old man turned on a lamp and illuminated my way home, and I felt warm inside, but I didn't ask too much.

For a long time to come, the warm light would always come on at the same time, and the old man would sit quietly in the alley roasting sweet potatoes, with hot air in his mouth, and the wrinkles on his face loomed in the gray light.

Forced to be curious, I plucked up the courage to ask the old man why he didn't go home so late to rest. The old man just smiled lightly and said, "It's not easy for the girl's family to work outside alone, and I can't help you with anything, I can only help you turn on the lights."

Man, when I came, I was light, and when I left, I was sick, and I cried after writing

03

After listening to the old man's words, my tears couldn't help but flow out, it turned out that the world was so warm, even strangers would silently care about you when you didn't know.

The old man gave me the courage to live, and after that night, every day when I came home from work, I would always go to the old man's sweet potato stall to accompany him to talk to him.

The old man also loves to chat, he told me that he also has a daughter, but has been married far away, can only come back once a year during the Spring Festival, every time he sees me, the old man will think of his daughter.

I didn't know how to comfort him, but said that your daughter must have missed you too.

The old man paused, one hand turned over the sweet potatoes, the other hand had begun to secretly wipe away tears, and from his back, I saw thoughts and reluctance.

After coming and going, I established an unspeakable family relationship with the old man, who illuminated the way home for me every night, and I accompanied him every night.

I thought that such a day would last a long, long time. But tonight when I returned to the alley, I never saw the light that was both gray and "bright."

I can't help but feel strange, in the past two years, the old man has never missed an appointment, and tonight, he did not appear in that place full of memories, I was about to rush to the old man's home to see, perhaps the old man is unwell, have to go to see, yes, go to see.

But halfway to the road, I received a message from the town that the old man had died, and at that moment, I suddenly felt that the whole world was gray, and the "bright" lamp could no longer be lit.

It hit me hard, and I had a lot of thoughts about life.

Man, when I came, I was light, and when I left, I was sick, and I cried after writing

04

Yes, when people are gone, there is nothing left...

When man comes into this world, he comes with a cry, but when he leaves, he is sick.

Man, you really should be nice to yourself, you don't take good care of yourself when you are alive, and you won't have a chance when you leave.

And our elderly parents, with whom the time is less and less, no longer cherished, but also want to cry without tears.

Be thankful for those around you who need to be grateful, because time is really running out, you are not grateful before you die, what is the use of crying more after leaving?

Maybe you are not rich, but maybe you are sent by Heaven to repay the kindness of your parents, is this not like the unfutable child in "The World"? Staying at home all my life, it seems that there is not much success, but in fact, it has done a lot of work.

Old man, you have gone all the way, you are a good person, I wish to treat you well in the next life.