Just as Tian Tian was intoxicated and attentively watching and thinking, suddenly, a woman's sharp and piercing roar and a boy's cry came from behind.

Curiously, she looked back and saw a middle-aged woman screaming angrily and slapping a little boy in front of her.

The little boy was about eight or nine years old.

In the face of his mother's angry slap, he cried and unconsciously retreated, but, helplessly, his mother chased after him, without the slightest intention of stopping or forgiving.

Hearing the movement, more and more people came to watch.

At this time, in the crowd of people, some people really couldn't stand it, so they tried their best to dissuade the woman from beating, don't beat the child out of a bad way, but the woman turned a deaf ear, and still raised the iron claw-like slap high, and inevitably smashed it on the little boy's body;

This made the strangers who watched it very worried.

So, a sixty-year-old grandmother simply stepped forward and pulled the child away, protecting the poor child with tears and tears.

However, there is always a big question mark hanging in everyone's minds, that is, what did the little boy do wrong that deserves such a violent beating of her own child by a woman?

Sure enough, the impatient person couldn't wait to ask, "What happened?"

Only then did the middle-aged woman grit her teeth and tell the reason.

It turned out that the child accidentally lost the ticket, and the two of them couldn't find it.

At this moment, there were sighs in the crowd, and then there were discussions one after another.

"Hey, I think I've made a big mistake? Isn't it just a ticket?" "Such a small thing, it's worth beating a child so hard?" "Isn't it? Isn't it just a matter of a few dozen yuan?" "Yes, don't you buy another one and it's over." ”······

"But, but, I have no money—not a penny!" suddenly the woman screamed, and then she crouched on the ground and cried bitterly.

It was like a thunderbolt from the blue, and it suddenly struck everyone's eardrums.

Everyone was shocked!

The people who were going to turn around and disperse couldn't help but be stunned, all of them were stunned, looking at each other.

Shock, guilt, and pity were instantly clearly written in those eyes, which were originally engraved with anger, resentment, incomprehension, and contempt, and everyone almost unanimously turned their faces to her, the poor woman crouching on the ground.

No wonder?

It turned out that there was a bitterness.

Hey, it's not easy!

At this time, there were people in the crowd whispering and talking to each other, and some people were meditating alone.

"No money, not a penny?" asked an old gentleman in his fifties.

The woman was still crying heartbrokenly, and the more she cried, the more sad she became, and she didn't raise her head and knelt on her knees and nodded slightly.

"So, where are you two going to go?" the old gentleman continued to inquire.

At this time, the woman raised her tearful face and choked up: "Dong-Guan——!"

"Dongguan?" "It turned out to be going to Dongguan." "Dongguan is not far away. "It shouldn't cost much. ”······

In an instant, in the crowd, there was a chaotic discussion of you and me.

"Everyone, be quiet, everyone, be quiet, okay?" At this moment, suddenly, a tall, dark-skinned man in his forties came out of the crowd and stood in front of the people watching the excitement, signaling everyone to be quiet.

Everyone gradually stopped talking, and the scene gradually became quiet, and even the mother and son subconsciously controlled their sorrow, only sobbing lowly from time to time.

I saw that everyone's eyes focused on the man as if they had discussed it in advance, and everyone waited with bated breath, ready to listen with curiosity.

"Uncles and aunts, brothers and sisters, you say, it's not easy for us to go out?" the man asked with a smile and impassionedly.

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, I don't know why.

But, soon, everyone replied loudly: "It's not easy!"

"Then, we came to Guangzhou from all over the country, and today, we can meet and meet here, is it fate?"

Everyone was still confused, not knowing what kind of medicine was sold in the man's gourd.

But, he still shouted loudly: "Yes." ”

At this time, there was a sparse laugh from the crowd.

"So, our compatriots are in trouble, do you say, should we lend a helping hand?"

Hearing this, everyone was stunned for a moment, and suddenly understood.

"Yes!"

In the crowd, there was the sound of laughter from everyone.

"So, would you like to donate a little money as much as you can to buy tickets for the poor mother and son so that they can go home?"

"Yes!"

"Okay! I'll take the lead in donating. Come on, over here. ”

So saying, the man went up to the little boy, and led him to sit down on a long chair where no one was sitting, and then, taking out of his trouser pocket, a small red plastic bag, shaking it open, and when it was completely open, he commanded the little boy to carry the ends of the bag.

Then, the middle-aged man smiled and took out two yuan and put it in his bag.

Immediately, everyone immediately gathered around, scrambling to dig out their pockets and prepare to donate.

Seeing a swarm of bees at the scene, everyone was huddled together, it was a mess, and the middle-aged man who had originally retreated to the side came back to the crowd to maintain order, telling everyone to line up and not to step on their feet and touch their heads.

Under his organization, everyone obediently lined up and began to donate in an orderly manner.

Two yuan, one yuan five corners, one yuan, five corners, two corners, one corner······

In a short time, the plastic bag contained half a bag of scattered money.

"Little ghost, count it to see if you can buy a ticket? If it's not enough, I'll put it on. The middle-aged man was very bold and generous.

Hearing this, a smile overflowed the corner of the little boy's mouth.

"Thank you! thank you all the uncles and aunts!" the little boy stood up and bowed to everyone with great sincerity.

Then he returned to the bench and sat down.

While counting earnestly, he whispered the rising Arabic numerals, counting, reading, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily rippled with an innocent and extremely satisfied smile that could not be concealed.

I don't know how long it took, but finally, the little boy picked up the last banknote posted at the bottom of the plastic bag, and the number was fixed on the number "53".

He seemed to be having a good time counting the money, as if he was still unfinished, and at the end, he didn't forget to turn the plastic bag upside down and shake it vigorously, when he was sure that there was really no more, he was willing.

Seeing this, everyone burst out laughing.

The little boy stuck out his tongue too, smiled embarrassedly, and bowed his head shyly.

Soon, however, he squeezed the thick pile of banknotes tightly, raised his head, and smiled as bright as the sun on his childish face.

"How many, little ghost?" asked an elder with concern.

"Fifty-three. The little boy replied shyly and sweetly as he carefully sorted out the banknotes in his hand.

"So, is there enough to buy a ticket?" asked the leader who initiated the donation.

The boy looked at him a little shyly, his eyes rolling, obviously thinking, remembering.

"That's enough, that's enough!" the boy's mother, with messy hair and a haggard face, squeezed over at some point, "I······ I ······" Perhaps, it was really so touching that the woman who was already in tears wanted to say a few words of gratitude but couldn't say anything.

Helpless, the woman had no choice but to bow deeply and silently to the people present, expressing her heartfelt gratitude.

"Is it really enough? How much is the ticket from here to Dongguan?" Perhaps, some people are still not very reassured, so they can't help but ask.

"That's enough, I think it's twenty-six five. So, that's really enough, thank you!"

The little boy replied with great conviction, and a smile of great satisfaction and happiness spread across his dark face.

"Oh! that's enough!" the middle-aged man sighed with relief.

Then, quietly left.

So the gathered crowd dispersed as if nothing had happened, as if they had done nothing.

Some people hurriedly checked in to enter the station, some continued to sit down and wait for the train, and some went straight out of the station to pick up relatives and friends······

The woman who had lost the ticket also took her son's hand and walked to the ticket window and bought the ticket again.

She came out with a brand-new ticket, a happy smile on the corner of her mouth, for a moment, thoughtful, and then, her hand inadvertently put on her son's shoulder, as if she felt a little guilty.

The little boy jumped up to see the ticket in his mother's hand, and the woman hesitated a little, but, after some bitter advice, she still gave the ticket to her son.

The little boy took it happily and looked at it, grinning with a big smiling mouth, bouncing like a cheerful little bird with a big fat worm in its mouth.

However, perhaps, no one would have imagined that this happy child had just been beaten, cried with tears, and was sad and wronged.

The mother and son walked into the ticket gate and drifted apart.

Tian Tian looked at the backs of the two of them in the distance, and couldn't help but have mixed feelings.

If, if, just now, everyone present "has nothing to do with themselves, hangs high", and all believe in the life creed of "more things are better than less", they all ignore it, and they all pretend not to see or hear, if the middle-aged man did not kindly take the lead in initiating the initiative, then what kind of situation would it be?

Perhaps, the little boy is still being beaten and scolded, or perhaps, the mother accidentally beat her son to death.

Thinking of this, Tian Tian couldn't help but shudder.

Of course, even if it is not so serious and terrible, then the best result is that to this day, their mother and son are still stranded at the station, looking sad, helpless, desolate, and bitter.