Happiness is a glass of water

 Looks very full, but drink a little. Some greedy, a big mouth big mouth to swallow. Some people mean that a small population of a small mouth to sip. Regardless of the greedy or stingy, the final water is then that there is always time to drink the cup bottom. Well it is.

What is time?

He said the time is happy and holding it in his eyes watching things disappear. Happiness is a glass of water, time is filled with water glass, filled with happiness when the time is filling, the filling and seductive. Well drink it, the time just like the water which has lost the cup, profile still did empty.

a while, in my piece outside the store side of the road is not wide, often see an old man.

very old an old man.

15:00 every day, if the weather is not so bad,UGGs, is bound to see her walking stick from walk slowly across the sidewalk, I do not know that she is not living in this neighborhood, I do not know off Every day she is going where so slowly, her eyes seem to be walking aimlessly, without purpose, but seemed to find something. Until the sun sets, and then looked at her elongated figure was slowly setting sun through my home shop, to disappear.

had never been seen can always hear a little voice, accompanied by her footsteps, one after another of. Sometimes in a corner shop, sometimes the sun outside the shop not the corner who occasionally could hear it 12, I fear, are repeatedly: Why do not die ... ... Why do not die ... ... old fool ... ... ... ...

old fool, if just the fox out of the kitchen, those voices on the agents just quickly disappeared, and then shrink in the shadow of the house opposite, looking at me bitterly shop direction, while adsorption force floating snack shop, the aroma of the past.

this cycle, I am every day.

and three in the afternoon that day, the weather fine, sunny, no one saw the old man from the opposite side through.

cycle there is some small accidents, but accidents and insignificant.

remains greet customers and make money, get snacks, clean, busy, so the man came in, I did not pay attention.

until he stood in front of me a little while before I noticed this Road block my light figure. This is looking very quiet man, quiet and normal, so they do not say anything, just like the air like unobtrusive.

be a pair of eyes is special, I looked at going to ask him what he needs time.

not tell the special, because in such a pair of eyes watched, obviously have something to ask, but I could not say anything.

then see him smile, smile like the outside turf that bright sun tan like:

asked.

not wait for me to answer an unexpected burst of footsteps behind him: always smile so sweet, such as those which attract him, but also do not want to dwell ambiguous.

but he should not do that to my guests.

look ready to make up back then what an about face turn, but found that the man had disappeared. Counter empty, door bells quiet, can not say when he appears, did not know how he left. He only brought in the sense of smell of the sun is still in the air flowing quietly, like he just kind of unobtrusive presence.



fox me smile:

month, has never seen her, no matter how good the weather. Once thought she had gone, because she looked so old and tired, like Taiwan, as long as a little deprived of a part, will be completely collapse down the machine. But one day a month three in the afternoon, she appeared as usual.

slowly with a cane on the sidewalk walking slowly like he found what looked like four weeks. Just came across a new baking potato stall put out side, no one came directly as usual. She stopped in her tracks and close the piece away from its flower bed and sat down, his eyes blink and watch Nazhi oven, as if suffering from wave after wave oven aroma of temptation, but always not in the past asking price.

sweet smell of baked potato, glass doors across the Road, no reservation can be penetrated.

said the fox, to buy a taste of it, white.

So I Na Zhaoqian went out.

bought the two baking potato, small stature, but it is the most focal skin, most often outside nectar overflow.

one a two potato, not with a fox, but to the flower beds at the old woman. I sat next to her side, biting potato, she brought a potato smell the taste, but do not peel and eat.

I said: potato gruel? more unpalatable ah old lady.

She smiled at me: surrounded the eye wrinkles, there are pair of deflated deflated mouth. Let youth be beautiful, but also beautiful and elegant one, even when eating sweet potato gruel. I think.

She does not seem to hear, but bow they sniffing potato flavor, and then continued:

This is a very simple look, but a time make it difficult to answer. So I was silent.

She laughed:

seniors started, looking at the hands of the potato, Xu Xu said that side up, with her once sweet, now hoarse throat.

she said:

had three chances, and I met over the time.

each time he is very short stay, so I can only remember his look, but you have to ask me what time, I do not know.

thing that is really very long ago, and sometimes I try to carefully think about him, will not remember anything, this is a very bad feeling. What can I can remember clearly of that age, I think those memories have not kept does not matter.

then I'm young, and time as the young. Young and confident, so once that he would rather stay for me, that man called time.

first met him two years old, I am 12 years old.

that year, home was a fire to burn, the fire swept away everything, including my Diema. Country grandmother taken in. I do not see all that she was blind. Watching a race but not with the corn year-round blooms, as well as a less than 12 square meters of the house, to eat lunch every day when sleeping together a few pieces of sweet potato with rice with soup mix to me, then leaning on a person out onto a stick at. I do not know what all her shopping the day where, as I do not know me now. One day a cane slowly walked in that way, whether you want to turn to go.

grandmother found dead in the fields, on the day he appeared. Hou

time window I was about to mix a bowl of sweet potato rotten, rotten sweet potato stamp will be issued a very sweet smell of incense, I am never bored. Then smelled a good smell taste delicious gardenia, sweet than sweet potatoes, sweet potatoes than the aroma, flavor, I quickly looked up toward it.

head just looked up to see him.

he sat in the window, very thin body rely on the window frames very honest, he has a pair of eyes flashing a warm smile.