Make a bunch of stopped lights

Text/night cloud

Living in a stairwell with no lights is inconvenient, so that every time I go up and down the stairs, I need to use a mobile phone to turn on the flashlight to illuminate the road under my feet. There is a taste of time in the narrow corridor. I think I have lived here for nearly three months. I don’t even know who the neighbor is living with me. This may be the city indifference. If you change to a home, the neighbors are just like their relatives, they can go to the meal at any time without prior notice. The lack of a sense of belonging in a city should have a lot to do with this deep-rooted urban indifference.

It was a normal night and I needed to go downstairs to buy something. The door cracks of each house are so strict that they don’t even show a little light. In the new stairwell, the new stairwell is even more stretched out, wrapped in the darkness, quickly pull out the mobile phone, turn on the flashlight, and it will light up immediately. When I walked down the stairs.

When I walked on the third floor, I heard the sound below. I stopped and looked at it with my mobile phone. It turned out that a 60-year-old aunt was going upstairs. She didn’t bring a flashlight, holding the wall, step by step. With your own memory and feelings go up. I ran to the front of the aunt and put the light of the mobile phone on the stairs under her feet. Her pace accelerated, and I could see that the aunt was still very tough, and I was very familiar with it. It seems to be the old occupants here. I said, "Auntie, how many floors do you live? I will send you a flashlight." "I will live on the fourth floor, and there will be a staircase." So I stopped and the light from the phone covered the upper and lower stairs. The light of the mobile phone is scattered on the old man, it is quiet and gentle. After a while, Aunt said, "I am here, thank you, you should rent a house here? Haven't seen you before, how many floors do you live?"

"I am renting here, living on the fifth floor, upstairs in your home."

Since then, Auntie remembered me. Every time I went to work, I met her at the intersection. She would say hello to me with a smile. I asked if I was cold, and I ate it. Recently it was cold, I have to wear more clothes. I learned from the chat that her children are working in the field. Now they live with their husbands. The children bought them a new house, but this is the house they have lived for most of their lives. Neighbors have their feelings, although they are a bit old, they are unwilling to move. The old man is sometimes like a child. He just wants someone to remember her, is willing to eat the food she made, and then praises her. She listens to her about the past, and she is happy that her child has a favorite candy. Once, I asked Auntie: "Why are you so good to me?" Aunt replied: "Because when I went upstairs that day, I really couldn't see the stairs. You are willing to stop and use a flashlight to help me illuminate the road. You are a kind girl." It was a kind act to be willing to make a bunch of stopped lights. I just did a very ordinary thing, but others felt that it was very helpful because of this small move, or maybe someone said "Give a rose, a hand has a fragrance"! Also because of this bunch of stopped light, it seems that the indifference of the surrounding cities is dissipating little by little.

When you are surrounded by darkness, may you be your own sun. Do a bunch of stopped light, help others within your reach, not wanting to be rewarded, but others will be bright and convenient. The world believes in kindness, not so much you fight for me, the ball you throw out will eventually return to you. If you want the world to be gentle to you, you must first be gentle to the world.