I went to see him the next day after returning to Chongqing, wondering if I could revive some of his memories.
When I saw him, he was lying on an elderly chair with a newspaper covering his head, looking at his grandfather's canteen. He must have been taking a nap. The stray dog was still squatting next to him. I chuckled. He really looked like a small boss and was not afraid of others stealing things. But I didn't dare to go there, I was afraid to face this fact; it must have been because I was leaving that day and he was in a bad mood, so he went to play basketball to relieve his boredom. It would have been nice if I had not gone home first that day, but stayed with him. But there is no if in the world. If there is an if, it is that now I have the opportunity to get to know him again.
I stood there for a long time, not knowing how to say the first sentence. Suddenly I remembered that he used to treat me to orange juice after playing basketball, so I went to buy a bottle of orange juice. After looking for orange juice on the counter, I took a bottle of mineral water and just said:
"Hello!"
"Three dollars for this one, two dollars for the one on the left. You can take the one on the left."
It's still that familiar voice. If it were before, he would just unscrew the three-dollar bottle for me and hand it to me to drink.
I understood what he said because he taught me.
But I didn't want to pay to end the conversation, so I asked him: "Can you speak Mandarin?
He finally opened the newspaper on his face and looked at me, stretched out three fingers and said to me in a straight and clear tone: "Three yuan. "
"Who in Chongqing speaks Mandarin! Just arrived? "
I finally got his attention.
"I'll give you a discount~"
I looked at him and asked, "Why? "I had a glimmer of hope in my heart: Did he remember me?
"Welcome to you on behalf of Chongqing! "
Concept: Can you see the sun?