Translated by Zhang Bao, a rich man and a poor man

There was a very rich man, he was so rich, he could have many cars, but he only drove a Ford. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info He could have had many computers, but he only chose an Apple one. He could have had a lot of housing, but he lived east of Los Angeles. Because he was so wealthy, his neighbors knew him, and people who were far away knew him. As a result, his doorbell is often ringed. At this time, someone stood in front of his house and asked for his donation. Sometimes, when the doorbell rings, it may be some unlucky neighbor. The rich man always smiles, hugs his neighbor, and then generously places a dozen bills in the hands of the visitor. Sometimes the doorbell rings and it's a charity that collects money for hungry children in Africa. He smiled, hugged the visitor outside the door, and signed a check for a large amount.

One afternoon, it was quiet in front of his door and the doorbell was not ringing, so he decided to go out for a walk. He walked leisurely along the road. From time to time, the sound of newly popular music can be heard from the cars passing by. He couldn't help but whistle to the music. Just as he was immersed in whistling, suddenly a man lying on the sidewalk caught his attention, and he took a closer look to see that it was a homeless man. The homeless man's clothes and trousers were tattered, and he wore shoes that were one large and one small. The stench is indescribable, and it will ruin the appetite for Thanksgiving dinner when you say it. Moreover, this unlucky guy lying on the road is also looking at him with his eyes, because he knows who he is.

So, the homeless man thought to himself: this is the rich man who lives on the street. He's definitely going to help me because he has a lot of money in his hands. However, instead of reaching out his hand, he covered his face with his hand in a sense of shame.

The rich man stood beside the homeless man, leaned down, and gently stroked his cheek with his hand. But the homeless man immediately dodged his face far away. The rich man's eyes darkened, and he smiled bitterly, then turned and walked slowly towards home. I forgot all about the tone of the whistle just now.

Listening to the footsteps of the rich man disappear around the bend, the homeless man opened his eyes and sat up. He saw a brand new hundred-dollar bill at his feet. The homeless man grabbed the banknote and got up and ran straight to the nearest store. Like all other homeless people, his first thought was to serve a bottle of vodka. Look at this bum.

But as he was about to enter the entrance of the shop, he remembered the loving touch of the rich man, and he was heartened. The homeless man decided to change his fate from this moment on. He immediately asked an old woman for two 10 cents. The old woman asked, "Why, don't buy any more wine?" the homeless man shook his head, and then slipped the money into the nearest telephone slot. The homeless man said to the person on the phone, "One hundred dollars, all to that company called Microsoft." "It was the late '80s, and stocks were going up in a short period of time. So, the homeless man made a fortune as a result.

Time passed slowly, and a few years later, when we returned to the east of Los Angeles. The generous rich man still lives like that. It is often seen that in the evening, he will come out whistling and strolling, or open the door to greet visitors.

On such a special day, his doorbell rang, and in front of the door stood a gentleman in a three-piece crisp suit. Oh, the rich man can't help but wonder if he must have come to collect donations again. But before he could speak. His guest spoke first.

"You're the rich man, aren't you?" the guest asked.

"What can I do for you?" he replied mechanically, accustomed to being asked for gifts.

"It's not what you're going to do for me. "It's what you've already done for me." ”

"What have I done for you?" he asked, surprised.

"You gave me a second chance at life. Oh, because of your generous gifts. I was able to invest and get out of poverty, and I was no longer degraded in poverty and hopelessness. I can walk with my head held high on the sidewalk that I support. I would like to thank you for that. ”

The rich man quickly recognized his guests. Isn't this the homeless man huddled on the sidewalk? The rich man said, "You didn't ask me for it, I wanted it for you." I gave it to you only because you lay there, and I did it out of love. If it wasn't you, but someone else, I would have given it to him in the same way. ”

"That's why I want to thank you even more. Said the guest.

"But, I'm rich. The rich man replied, "I have a lot of gifts to give to others, but I don't expect to receive anything in return." ”

"Very well," said the guest, nodding, "because I have nothing to give back to you, and you have everything I have." So, all I want to do is come and say thank you. ”

The rich man looked at the guests approaching him with wide eyes and hugged him tightly. The hug was like he often did to others in front of the door. It's just that this hug is the first time someone has used it to return the hug. When a homeless man living on the streets reciprocated him with a grateful hug, the rich man felt that it was the most touching hug he had ever received, and his eyes filled with tears.