<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="1" >Author: Rockside Lane/Qingwu (Original is not easy, plagiarism must be investigated!) ）</h1>
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="2" > introduction:</h1>
There is a folk saying: poor people must have hateful places, hateful people must have sad suffering, in addition to some pain caused by the influence of the original family, many of them are because of the acquired day, resulting in a sloppy and difficult life.
On the central street of City B, there is a 70-year-old grandfather who lives on the street all year round. In the cold winter moon, he was hunched over, wearing a torn old army green coat and a pair of ripped liberation shoes on his feet.
He has an old tricycle that travels to and from the city streets, parks, and residential garbage cans every day, and lives by selling waste.
He had no fixed shelter and slept in his tricycle when he was tired. The car was piled up with some broken cotton wool that could not see the original color, barely able to withstand the cold.
Although the description is awkward, but a closer look, you can see that the uncle should look good when he is young. If he stands up straight, he should be over 1 meter 75 tall. As far as this physique and appearance, and diligent personality, should also please a wife, a son and a half daughter.
There were good people who came forward to talk to him, and somehow communicated with him, and the old man's heart that had been sealed for many years was like a flood that opened the floodgates, and he released it to the strangers around him without scruples.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="10" >1 Boss self-described</h1>
My name is Qi Lianjiang, and I am from D Village, B City. I have a virtuous wife and two sons, both of whom went to prestigious universities and now have good jobs and incomes.
But why would I rather wander the streets than go back to them?
This is the child without a mother, it is a long story.
When I was young, I was a famous carpenter in the village of Ten Mile Eight, and I opened a small workshop by myself, and the business was still booming. Later, when the times developed, my wife and I raised money to open a medium-sized furniture store.
A large part of the money to open the store came from my wife's mother's family, and if it were not for her, there would be no trace of me later.
After continuous efforts, we have our own brand, and more and more branches. This was unique in our village a few decades ago.
We bought a house and a car and went back to our hometown every time. There will be a bunch of relatives who come to the house, and they all praise me for my ability. In the midst of the praise, I gradually drifted a little. So when they pulled me to play cards, I agreed without hesitation.
To say that it is to play cards is actually to gamble.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="20">2</h1>
The beginning was a few hundred dollars of wins and losses, and I didn't take it too seriously. But after a long time, it is not this number.
Ever since I had a card addiction, I wanted to sit down at the table whenever I had time. I don't think much about the shop, sometimes I play cards all night and sleep the next day. A lot of the bills and the things that need to be dealt with have been delayed like that.
At that time, my wife was mainly responsible for running customers everywhere, plus visiting and opening stores. My main task is to research new furniture and process foreign orders.
I was drunk and dreaming for 2 months, my wife came home, looked at the accounts, was furious, and asked me what was wrong?
At that time, I thought of myself as a successful person, and after listening to so much flattery outside, my heart had long been high in the sky, where I could bear her anger.
I said without shame: I am so tired all year round, what is wrong with playing cards?
Wife: Are you just playing around? You've lost tens of thousands! Do you think your brothers adore you, and that people are just coaxing you to lose money? Playing with you is enough for a few months of their salary!
I retorted with a hard mouth: You are delusional, a friend who is trying to make your money. I put my words here today, and you will take care of my affairs in the future.
I went out the door in a huff, not listening to my wife's words at all, and even more unconcerned about her feelings.
She was still pregnant with my second son at that time, I really wasn't a thing!
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If it's just a few verbal altercations with my wife, our relationship seems to be okay.
But I really don't know what happened at that time, for that little bit of vanity, I fell deeper and deeper.
My bets are getting bigger and bigger, I'm losing more and more money, and I'm looking for a little wife.
When my wife was dying on the operating table and giving birth to a child, I was sitting at the gambling table with my little wife's waist in my arms.
I was like a person who had lost my heart, and I didn't care about my wife's life or death, or the growth of my children at home.
I only single-mindedly squandered the money in my hands.
My wife wanted to control the money in my hands, so I tried to get it out, even if it was stealing, I wanted to steal it.
I don't know how hard my wife earned that money, and I don't want to think about it too much.
When the wife gave birth to her second child, she had difficulty giving birth and was bleeding heavily. Although the man was rescued, his body was not as good as before. I didn't go home much at the time, but as long as I saw her, she was basically sick.
She was very wary of me, afraid that I would go out and gamble again. I also developed a copper-skinned iron face and a cold and hard heart, so as not to change and smoothly take away her and her children's living expenses.
At that time, the shop could not be opened, and the original one was left, and the wife was still encouraging it to maintain.
She wanted to divorce me, but I refused. If I get divorced, where can I get the money?
I knew that she was reluctant to have children, so I threatened her, and if I wanted to divorce, then I would fight with her for custody of the children, which made her chicken and dog restless.
The wife is not an unseen person, but she does not want the children to be affected, so the divorce later faded.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="48">4</h1>
My two children may be worse than my wife's hatred for me.
They had witnessed me cuddling with my little wife. I've also seen me lose hundreds of dollars at the table, but never give them a point.
Every time they looked at me, it made me shudder, as if as soon as I got close to their mother, they would pounce on me and bite me to death.
When I was 50 years old, I not only lost all my money, but also owed a bunch of debts. A few little lovers I made saw that I had no money and immediately patted my ass and left.
I knew I couldn't afford to pay off my debts, so I ran away very crisply, leaving a pile of bad debts for my wife and children.
I'm really not a thing, I don't know how they helped me pay off my debt in those years.
When I returned to my hometown again, my family built a small three-story Western-style building, and both children also started a family.
These years of wandering in other places have made me completely awake. I soberly realized how many iniquities I had incurred.
I wanted to compensate them, but I didn't have the face to see them.
They actually knew I was back, but no one was relieved. Just let them die when I die.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="60" > Conclusion:</h1>
Hearing this, the passerby of the good deeds was silent, and he looked at the old man in front of him with a complicated face, and then walked away without looking back.
After reading this story, do you think the situation of this old man today deserves sympathy? He has been wandering for more than ten years, living like a man, a ghost is not like a ghost, can he atone for the sins of his body?
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