Tired of shopping. Looking for a fast food restaurant on the street, a plate of side dishes, two pies, I was slowly eating.
Come in a couple of men and women, in their fifties, weather-beaten faces, big bags in their hands. In the seat next to me, put things in place, and the woman said, "I'm going to buy food, you can wait for a while." The tone was very kind. The man sat down, looked around, and said nothing.
The woman did not return for a long time, the man was agitated, stood up, sat down, and stood up again. The woman was holding the dinner plate, and finally squeezed back in the crowd. The man shouted dissatisfied: "Do something like this for so long!" The woman was not annoyed and said with a smile: "I'll buy you a piece of ham." Man Drag her: "No, let's eat." The woman still wanted to insist, the man held her, and the woman said, "Look at you, don't you like to eat." The man insisted: "Don't just don't." The woman I had to sit down and bring out the meal from the plate, a bowl of gruel, a meat roll, and a stir-fry. The man raised his chopsticks and lowered it again, and asked, "What about you?" The woman faced the man with a smile on her face and said, "I eat too much in the morning, and I'm not hungry until now." The man leaned back, Anger said: "Having gone for a long time, can't you be hungry?" The woman saw that the man was angry, and said quickly, "Okay, I'll buy it now." Then she asked me again, "Girl, is your pie sweet? "I am full of affection for this good-tempered woman, and I said with a smile like her:" Not sweet, green onions. "The woman nodded, her face mild, and turned away.
The woman bought two pies and ate them with the man. The woman said, "This pie is delicious, you taste it." Then, stuffing a man's hand. The man picked up a bite, took another piece of meat to her, and ordered, "Eat."
I suddenly felt funny. The two old couples, one kind, one outrageous, word by word, but there was a love that couldn't be resolved. I looked up at them. The woman's face was covered with wrinkles, one by one, full of smiles and happiness. When the man saw me and looked at him, he was a little shy and lowered his head.
After the old couple had stuttered, they were carrying big bags and left. The man grabbed the bag in the woman's hand. The woman refused. The man muttered, "Aren't your arms hurting?" The woman still smiled and followed behind the man.
I watched them go far, my eyes full of envy, and the fatigue of the morning seemed to have disappeared. I heard a song enthusiastically sung in the audio-video store opposite, and a word floated over: I love you not for two or three days.