Khan started crying. Unlike young people, elderly people really had a lot of tears.
"Old Man..."
I grabbed Khan's rough hand.
It was a common action that the 'main character' of dramas would do. 'Isn't it natural to help a neighbor in trouble? This was nothing, Old Man. There is no need to feel sorry. I don't need anything in return for my help.' Such unrealistic words would be spoken.
But I wasn't a protagonist of a drama! I was a loser of the cruel, relentless modern society that was close to the natural laws of the Serengeti. I want a reward!
"If you really appreciate it, give me something. Come on."
"Yes, that's right. Of course, I have to pay you back. Your grace was too big, I don't know what type of reward to give you."
I just noticed, was this old man really simple? Didn't he notice the words I use? I stayed focused. I couldn't think about anything else.
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Walk The Jianghu
SpiritualAcross the jungles, lakes and mountains. Finding treasures , life and meaning. A journey of time, hearts and sharing. This is now I give, may you find it something. A collection of my posts on Facebook page called NOTHING SPECIAL. A collection of i...
