In winter, the light rain adds winter of the snow apparent more hopeless feeling.

Cold, hit it on the face on one's body, the pasture and water like the sea floor that the long hair changes, the wet one is sticking to the skin oilily and oilily, three thick layers of clothes inside and outside have not blocked a little nips in the air. I stand until bustling with activity street getting first class to go friend that buy tickets depressed. Heart blame for how let pieces of such devil weather go out oneself.

Bowing I who am gloomy am presenting a hand before one's eyes, very dirty, I knit one's brows.

An old sound says: Little girl, give two mao, let me buy a steamed bun for her to eat, OK?

Lift the head and see a thin and thin man, a face looks very dirty and very old too, and an eye is blind, let people fix one's eyes on very much, a broken cap is worn on the head, return a walking stick of shelf under the arm stretched out, shoulder and still carry a tattered bag. That hand is drawing other a hands, a woman with dull-witted look tightly.

I go to turn over the head, the experience fooled several times lets me not have good opinion and believe in to this kind of thing and this kind of people. The ice-cold expression may let the man feel hopeless on my face. The hands stretched out have contracted back and supported the walking stick, another hand is leading that woman, turn towards walking slowly behind me walking haltingly.

The direction in which my expression in one's eyes walks along them was swept over, found the shoes that that man wore, made me shocking suddenly, that can't already have been called the shoes, only two sticks of plastic belt to tie a sole, the trousers which can not tell the color seem a little short, then during this sombre winter, that man reveals cutting a pair of red naked feet of sum greatly of the ankle. The person that I wants to deceive people will not let oneself receive this suffering of flesh, even break again dirtier, will not let one's own frozenly either. Is it the money which wants a steamed bun? Give to him.

I draw out the coin of one yuan for one from the pocket, turn round to give to that old man, still say nothing. When the old man gets the money, look at that stoic woman in tenderness that very, seem to be telling her that you can have food. His look makes me a bit terrified.

The man turns round to say to me, thank you, little girl, the good person will have good newspaper. Your family will all have a good newspaper. I have smiled, have shaken the head. The old man may find out that smile and tell me in meaning that I can wait to go, look, she is my wife, I did not find a wife in this way until more than 40 years old, I was lame and blind, and she is still a fool. The man takes the cap again, tell me smiling, you think you look, I or a baldhead   It is told with me that the man is very happy.

I look the woman led to set about by the man up and down when he speaks, but find her very clean in surprise, the appearance with a little dull-witted, very quiet expression of the face, seem to have delicate features, comb with neat hair. Above to wear cotton-padded clothes, seem a little too fat and clumsy to move, outside one getting gray overcoat, it is very tight that even the collar is buckled all. Do not know anything worn inside below, but should either not be thin, because the whole body seems bulging, a pair of dark cloth cotton-padded shoes, there is a knitting wool cap which seem plain but very warm at hair.

Heart of me become, make warm suddenly, such a and lame and blind, the red old man of the foot, but parcel tight so silly wife of him in ice-cold a winter in this piece, so clean.

The old man is very courteous to bid farewell with me, the silly wife who draws him moves towards a small stand selling the food, too far away I do not know whether he buys the steamed bun for his silly wife, but I know she perhaps will go hungry to follow him, but the hungriest one is not her absolutely.

I do not know whether this is love. In the life that this material desire flows over, their life may have nothing to do with the love, because their life can not enter the set pattern of the love, there are no flowers, have no diamond, there is no candle light dinner. Without definite residence, the basic necessities of life is insufficient, there is nothing, even one's own body is not intact.

That only had is that he has been taking her by hand, have never unlocked, hold tightly.

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