Which moment makes you feel the warmth of the world?

Seeing the discussion on this topic in Weibo, the first thing that flashed through my mind was the scenes of some strangers.

Many people in the world feel deeply about cool thin, but no one has ever been warmed by strangers.

Confucius said: human nature is good.

There are always some fragments that still don't cool down in retrospect.

That beam of light

I just joined the company six years ago and lived in the dormitory during my internship. At that time, our school was in Jinnan Haihe Education Park. I moved there less than two years ago, and the traffic was far less convenient. At that time, the school seemed to be a suburb.

Half a month after joining the company, it will be the company's annual meeting. It's very late, about afternoon 10, and there is no bus. I go back to school by bus from downtown. I forgot that my companion had got off halfway. When we arrive at the school gate, the distance that the car can stop is about tens of meters away from the school gate. The driver said, go in, I'll watch you go in. I forgot what the driver looked like and what accent he had, but I remember clearly that when I walked into the school gate and looked back, the car didn't move and the lights were shining in the direction of the school gate. Before the bus started, I waved goodbye.

For me with a bad memory, I have forgotten what I talked to the master at that time. I vaguely remember the dim light at the school gate and the cold in the silence of winter night, but every time I look back, the light I see seems to be in front of me.

Seeing light is like the warmth of sunshine. Bright heart.

The bottle of water on the high-speed rail

About 65438+June 2005, when I was young, I was always too melodramatic.

I have forgotten why I suddenly collapsed, probably because of the pressure of work and the complexity of interpersonal relationships around me.

Send a message to the leader for leave in the middle of the night. Go out in the morning and pack your shoulders. After handing over the next job to the company, I set off. I remember it was only after 9 o'clock when I finished my work, and I had no destination. I want to go to a city with no friends and no one to bother me. As soon as you check the nearby cities, the high-speed rail station at 10: 30, Qingdao is the most suitable train. You can take a bus to the subway station, from Tucheng to West Station, and book the tickets on the way.

When I got on the subway and didn't get to the west station, tears began to flow downwards. When I finally arrived at the West Railway Station and waited for the high-speed train, my tears burst and I began to keep flowing downwards. I don't care about anyone around me, but I dare not cry. I kept wiping myself with paper towels and kept running.

In Jinan, a pack of paper will be used up. A high school student next to me handed me a pack of paper and said, sister, you can use it.

I continue to say. ...

Probably because I was tired from crying for too long, I stopped for a while. The little boy comforted and said, Sister, are you reluctant to leave here and go to a new place? I shook my head.

Half an hour later, I started again. Don't sleep. I vaguely remember not many people. The boy asked cautiously, Sister, are you lovelorn? I shook my head without turning.

The little boy left his seat when he arrived in Zibo at about two o'clock in the afternoon. I came back ten minutes later. Pass me a bottle of pulse and say, sister, please drink some water. I didn't answer or look back.

Arriving in Qingdao after 3 o'clock, I almost controlled my emotions. I looked out of the window calmly. The little boy asked, Sister, if you come to play, I'm from Qingdao. My parents won't pick me up. I can show you around. I think you are in a bad mood. I politely refused him.

He handed me his pulse when he got off the bus. I hesitated and took it.

Because nothing is prepared in advance. As soon as I got out of the station, I arrived in a strange city. It's almost four o'clock in the afternoon, and I have nowhere to go and live. These unresolved anxieties immediately covered up my sadness all the way. Out of the station, I was holding the bottle of pulse given by the child in my hand. I opened it and took two sips. Now I'm at the seaside. The sea breeze in June was refreshing and cool, so I instantly calmed down and checked the hotel to book a room. The bottle is always jumping in my hand.

After settling down, I drank half a bottle of pulse in one breath before I started to check the raiders. When I came back at night, I left in a hurry and didn't bring toiletries. One day, the express hotel didn't provide them. I drink my pulse as mouthwash.

However, in those days in Qingdao, I don't know why I didn't toss around, sitting on the beach quietly blowing the sea breeze, or people were not qualified to be sad elsewhere. I am unusually calm.

I still remember that bottle of pulse was lime. Little boy, I only remember his red T-shirt, a tall and thin man. But so far, I only recognize this smell when I drink my pulse.

This is the cool breath of a war-torn day. Let me calm down.

A column of numbers

At the beginning of this year, I took my mother to the city center for surgery, and the preoperative examination listed many items. It's been a day and a half, and all the large-scale examinations such as B-ultrasound and CT have been discharged from the hospital. Finally, only small examinations such as electrocardiogram are left.

I went to the hospital to work in the afternoon and went to the queue. As a result, the security guard came out and said that a machine was broken and only 50 people could work in the afternoon. I started issuing numbers one by one. Send it to us when there are three or four left in front. 50 numbers is enough. No hair. ...

God, I can imagine my madness. It was Friday, the day after the preoperative examination. Because my mother didn't cooperate with the operation, I couldn't eat for more than a day. Coupled with my mother's worry, I was busy waiting in line to get the report. If this ECG can't be made and the report can't be taken out, the operation arrangement will have to wait until Monday two days later. Hunger, backache caused by standing for a long time, and the emotional accumulation of my sick parents for the first time, I think I am about to reach the critical point. ...

I can cry for anything.

I stood there for a moment, ready to calm down and go to my mother and tell her the situation.

At this time, a little sister came up in front and handed me a small note. I didn't even react. The little sister said, here you are, we won't do it. I still haven't responded. I subconsciously took it and carefully looked at the number of an ECG. I clearly remember that it was number 37. When I turned around, I didn't see what my little sister really looked like.

Holding the number, I successfully completed the preoperative examination. In the process of waiting, I accompanied my mother to watch other people's children make trouble at the scene. In the mobile phone, the nephew's various videos, the old lady gradually relaxed and talked and laughed.

Without that number, maybe at that time, in that case, not being able to do ECG became the last straw that overwhelmed my mood. More can't let the old lady calm down.

It's more like a number card that can get through bad emotions.

Don't feel sorry for cool thin, there is truth in the world.

Don't miss any good idea, because you don't know how much energy you will bring to that stranger.

The glimmer of light may shine through the cracks of others and drive away the haze.