Believe in a pair of clear eyes

Wen Sun Jianyong

Mr. Kraluwa is a good person. This is what many people have to say about him. In the Latin Quarter of Paris, France, Mr. Kraluwa and his wife run a low-cost small hotel called Flanders, which is not bad or bad.

One evening in 1956, a 30-year-old guest came to the hotel. He was carrying a suitcase and his clothes were glamorous. The face under the curls was slightly embarrassing. When registering for the accommodation, the guest said, “I need a quieter room for me to write.” Mr. Klaluwa nodded and carefully checked the guest’s ID, which was a press card with the title written on it. Colombian "Observer" reporter in Europe. Mr. Kraluwa also had the idea of ​​being a journalist in his early years, so he was very fond of the reporters. After receiving a small amount of deposit, he told his wife to arrange for the reporter to live in a room on the eighth floor of the eighth floor. It is the highest level of the Flanders and the quietest place.

After a blink of an eye, my wife reminded Mr. Clarova: "We should charge the rent of the reporter on the eighth floor." Mr. Clarova said: "Well, when he came back at night, I asked him." In the evening, The reporter came back, his face was tired, his hair was messy, his clothes were not glamorous, and he looked crumpled. "Do you still have a satisfactory stay this month?" Mr. Klaluwa smiled and said hello, did not directly mention the rent, "Do you need to renew the rent?" The reporter nodded and said with some shame: "Of course. Need to be. Now I am tight on hand, and I may not be able to pay the rent for the time being. However, I am writing a book, and I will pay it when I get there.” Mr. Clarova looked at the reporter’s eyes and said with a smile: “No problem, I believe you."

Another month later, the wife once again reminded Mr. Kluluwa to charge the reporter’s rent. However, Mr. Clarova found that the situation of the reporters seemed to be getting worse and worse, the hair was messy and long, and it was obviously unreasonable for a long time; pale, apparently because of malnutrition; the clothes were dirty and worn out. “Are you in trouble?” Mr. Klaluwa asked with concern when he met the reporter. "Yes, Mr. Kralua, I am really difficult now. My creation is at a critical moment. Please believe me, I will pay for your rent." Faced with Clarova, the reporter is very embarrassed. Try to explain. Mr. Kraluwa looked at the reporter’s eyes and was convinced of his words and did not intend to urge him to pay the rent.

It’s been a long time, but the reporter’s situation seems to be no signs of improvement. Early in the morning, the reporter looked at the old suitcase and found Mr. Kraluwa. He said: "For the sake of the manuscript, I need to leave for a while. I am here to say goodbye to you. Please rest assured, I owe your rent. I will definitely be back, I promise." Mr. Klaluwa looked at the reporter's eyes and said, "Okay. Good luck!"

However, the reporter did not hear the news. For many years thereafter, his wife has been blaming Kraluwa: "How do you believe in a ghost of a liar?" Clarova always silently bears, no excuses. Until the death, he took his wife's hand and said, "Dear, please believe that the reporter is definitely not a liar, because I saw him have a pair of clear eyes."

In 1967, the year after Mr. Kraluwa’s death, Mrs. Kraluwa finally believed what her husband said. After the lonely journalist left for 10 years, he really returned to the Flanders Hotel and will exceed the rent. Double cash was handed over to Mrs. Clarova. At that moment, Mrs. Clarova found that he did have a pair of clear eyes. After another five years, Mrs. Clarova was even more surprised. She found out from the newspaper that the winner of the Nobel Prize in Literature this year turned out to be the Colombian reporter who paid her money. His name was Garcia. Marquez.

Marquez wrote in his immortal masterpiece "One Hundred Years of Solitude": "The trustworthiness is a treasure, and you should not arbitrarily throw it." For the entire 10 years, he used his own actions to write a vivid footnote for this sentence.