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Chapter 105

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    Evening street scene

    It¡¯s been a long time since I went out to go shopping at night. In my memory, the bustling streets are only in my memory. The scenery in front of me was unexpected. The changes in the surrounding environment have already taken on a new look. There are row upon row of high-rise buildings, and there are wide and bright halls everywhere.  A vitrine with an attractive display of high-end displays as well as mannequins and accessories.

    The walls are decorated with new materials, dazzling, everything looks so magnificent, and under the illumination of the window lights, the decorations present a resplendent and modern style.  This is the place where I grew up, and I have many good memories of life. The happy shouts of running, playing, jumping and chasing when I was a child, and the scene of chasing around a statue in the square seem to still echo in my ears.  The scene is like it happened yesterday.

    Those familiar environments have long since disappeared without a trace, and everything around them has changed their appearance.  The bustling streets and the hustle and bustle cover up the remnants of the past years, and there is still a kind of intimacy in my heart, the long-lost feeling bursting out from the bottom of my heart.

    The endless stream of pedestrians is in a hurry, and occasionally someone will stop in a hurry, or be disturbed or notice something of interest.  I saw a man in his fifties, looking a little tired, with his hands outstretched, palms up, with bits and pieces of coins and bills in his palms, and out of ten fingers, only three fingers were incomplete  , a standard disabled person, slightly older, with a pitiful look on his thin cheeks, eager to win the sympathy of kind people and give them alms.  He walked towards everyone who approached him, stretching out his palms to show weakness and ask for a little mercy.

    I have been observing the behavior of this disabled person and the attitude of passers-by towards this beggar.  The beggar tried his best to look pitiful, but did not gain more sympathy.  I was a little puzzled, and I was a little puzzled by the stiff attitude of passers-by. Why don't people sympathize?  Has the psychology of modern people changed and sympathy has long been wiped out?

    Suddenly I heard the voice of a man singing, his voice was pleasant to the ears.  This came from the speaker. Turning around to look for the sound, I saw a hand-drawn car tied to a black speaker in the gap between the rushing people, and the sound came from here.  There was a piece of paper on the ground in front of the car. I didn't know what it was written on. Some people didn't stay for a long time, just glanced at it in a hurry, left the money and left in a hurry.

    During the interval between people putting down the coins, the singer said thank you, and wished the passers-by a safe journey with grateful words during the pause from time to time.  I moved my eyes along the black wires coming out of the speaker, and saw the back of a man in a blue uniform raised his right arm and held the microphone in front of his mouth.  The pleasant singing voice became a little hoarse in the subtle changes. He bent down and picked up a large transparent water glass, took a gulp of water to moisten his throat, then put down the water glass and stood up straight, continuing his song respectfully.  singing.  This is an emerging art beggar that has become popular in modern times, and through this method, he obtains the economic basis for survival.

    In contrast, passers-by gave the busker more money, and even gave generously to help; but they were so stingy and annoying to the person who should be begging for a living.  From the expressions of passers-by, it can be seen that they dismissed the latter but were moved by the passers-by's idea of ??solving the urgent need for the former.

    In human nature, human beings sympathize with the strong, and when the strong are in trouble, they show their true colors.  However, those who disagree with the weak will look down on those cowardly in their bones, and it is not easy for mediocre beggars to survive with pitiful looks.

    In my opinion, human society is a beautiful society, and there should be a harmonious society where there is something to rely on and support for the old. However, in the development of society, there are still all kinds of life, cynics, those who follow the trend, and those who go against the trend.  And the life of a walker.

    With such doubts, I left the bustling street scene, and gradually disappeared from my sight, but the question in my heart has never been solved, and it is still entangled in my heart?  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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