The old beggar, despite his ragged clothes, was very clean. He sat in this secluded corner every day with a jar in front of him, and the few pedestrians showed their sympathy inside.
I don’t have a deep impression of him, but I pass by there every day after get off work, and I occasionally notice him when I come and go in a hurry.
That day, the colleague in the advertising department of our company, the grumpy Fatty Wang, somehow, when he passed by the old beggar, he kicked his jar over. Coins and banknotes were everywhere. . Fatty Wang didn’t even say sorry, and walked away. I saw all this behind him, and saw the old beggar crouching, as if he was not good at it. I walked over and picked up the change all over the floor and put it back in the old beggar’s jar: “Old man, I’m sorry, it was my colleague just now, and I apologized for him.” The old beggar was not big and had a loud voice: “It’s nothing, I don’t care about people who are dying.” I listened for a moment and thought it was just Under the anger of the old beggar, he cursed people, because there was still something to do, he didn’t have time to think and leave.
When I woke up the next morning, I found that I had a cold. I felt weak and aching. I had to ask for leave and not go to work. A sandstorm happened in the city, and I was happy. I took a total of three days of sick leave, and when I was almost in good health, I was worried about the unfinished work at hand and hurried to the company.
As soon as I entered the office, I saw several colleagues nestled together and whispering. As soon as I saw my boss come in, they all returned to their original positions and started to work. “Everyone, what’s going on, discuss it early in the morning, can you let me listen.” The talkative Xiao Liu told me: “The fat man in the advertising department is dead. It was the day before yesterday that the strong wind blew off a billboard during the sandstorm. I came down and hit him on the head. I heard that he died on the way to the hospital. You said he was unlucky.”
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I was shocked. “I don’t care about people who are about to die.” The old beggar’s words suddenly rang in my ears, and he was talking about Fatty Wang. Is it a coincidence? Or a curse?
I finished my work in a hurry. It was almost noon, I didn’t have a meal, and ran to the old beggar. He is closing his eyes to rest up his mind, I watched him carefully, there is nothing special. I looked at him carefully for a long time, except for the wrinkles on his face, nothing special. He opened his eyes suddenly, scared me, so clear eyes, I thought such clear eyes would only exist in the eyes of innocent children, I did not expect this old beggar’s eyes would be like this.
I am more convinced of strange powers, and I guess in my heart that this old beggar may be a stranger. “Old man, you said a few days ago that my colleague who kicked your jar was dying. Sure enough, he died yesterday. How did you know?” He laughed, “Little girl, I’m just talking nonsense.” Language, how can it be true.