"Switch eggs! Let's change eggs!" A hoarse voice shouted at the entrance of the village.

I rushed out of the house and ran to the side of the field to see what was going on. I saw an old man holding his upper body, carrying a load, and two bamboo baskets on both sides. Behind him, he followed a few children from the village. The children ran to the front of the old man and then deviated to the back of the old man.

"Switch chicken charcoal! Change chicken charcoal!" the child shouted around the old man.

The old man's front teeth have retired, so he speaks a little bit, and calls the "egg" into "charcoal". The children seize the handle and use this to play with an old man at that time.

I soon joined the group, but suddenly this old man felt novel. Some children deliberately pulled the old man's bamboo basket, causing the old man to retreat.

The old man was worried that his egg would be stolen by the child, so he put down the bamboo basket and started chasing and beating the child. The old man's face was full of anger and dissatisfaction.

"A bunch of bad mosquitoes! Go play!" The old man cursed, picking up the bamboo basket and leaving.

The old man's staggering back slowly faded away. His skin was red due to the sun. He walked and shouted, "Change eggs! Who has eggs?"

The children played for a while and then dispersed in groups, and they were satisfied with their naughty addiction to childhood.

Some adults also like to joke with this old man, deliberately pulling the rope of the old man's bamboo basket behind him.

"I'll take away all your eggs!" A group of people gathered around to watch the fun.

The old man smiled helplessly, looking very happy. Although he wandered around, he was not stupid. He understood that this was just a joke with him.

He simply put down his burden, stood in the crowd, and joked with everyone.

"Take it away! Take it away! I am a person like me, I will never be poor." The old man said with a smile.

You can see some sadness and loss from the old man’s smile.

"Old man, how much money can you make in a day?" someone asked curiously.

The old man looked at the distance awkwardly, smiled and replied, "How much money can you make! You just need to find something to do if you have nothing to do."

When people's mentality of watching the excitement gradually faded, they no longer cared about an unfamiliar old man. The old man quietly left the crowd with tactful steps and left with heavy steps.

One day I was having dinner at my grandfather's house and heard someone shouting outside the door: "Let's change the eggs!"

I happily put down my chopsticks and said to my grandparents: "Grandpa, grandma, it's ugly bang!" (Ugly bang is said to be his name)

Grandpa didn't say anything, grandma smiled and said to us: "He is a poor person, he can't eat enough and wear warm clothes."

Grandpa said to grandma: "Put our rice into a bowl, and I'll go shopping for a bowl. Now it's noon, I'm definitely hungry."

When I heard that my grandfather was going to serve this dirty old man, my ignorant heart was somewhat resistant.

"Grandpa, why do you serve him food?" I muttered and complained.

Grandpa smiled and said to me, "That man is not like a thief. He is a poor person. We can also accumulate virtue for him, do you know?"

I basically understood my grandfather’s wishes, so I followed my grandfather to go shopping and deliver food to Chou.

Grandpa walked out the door and shouted loudly: "Old man, old man!"

The old man in the distance turned around and was stunned. He didn't know who his grandfather was calling.

"Come on, come here and have a bowl of our meal!" Grandpa continued to shout.

The old man walked over slowly with a load on his shoulders. He smiled and said to his grandfather, "There are still many good people in the world. What do you eat after I eat!"

When I saw the old man's gratitude at that moment, I instantly understood my grandfather's kindness.

Seeing the old man finishing a big bowl of rice voraciously, I said to my grandfather: "Grandpa, I'll serve him a bowl of water! He must be thirsty."

Grandpa smiled, touched my head, and said to me: "Go quickly!"

I took anxious steps and staggered, holding a bowl of water and handed it to the old man. The old man didn't say anything thankful, but just took the water and started drinking it.

Everything is in the water.

Since then, when I saw that old man again, I have never joined the play team again.

Once my brother was going to play with the old man, but I was grabbed by me. I deeply remember what grandparents said: He is a pitiful person.

I told my brother seriously: "He is a poor person, we don't bully the poor person."

The memory of ugly shopping lasted for a few years. During those years, he frequently appeared in our vision, as if he had become accustomed to his existence.

It is precisely because I am used to his existence that I ignore when he slowly retreats.

One year, I suddenly asked my grandpa.

"Grandpa, why is that ugly browsing missing?"

Grandpa said: "That man is old now and probably can't walk anymore."

I suddenly felt a little disappointed, and the scene of playing with him appeared again.

A few years later, I once asked my mother if she was alive when she was ugly, and her mother told me that he had been dead for many years.

The reason why I asked the stubborn old man several times was because he lived with dignity and he was truly alive.

I became interested in his past when I learned that he was dead. It is said that his family had several brothers, but because his family was always poor, he could not get married.

When I was young, I didn’t know what I was doing. After I entered old age, I kept changing eggs to make a living.

The life of ugly wandering is ordinary, the ordinary has no improvement, only falls step by step. But his life is very inspiring. He writes a bumpy road of life with his self-improvement fighting spirit.

For an ugly bystander who is wandering around in life, you can't say how good he is, but you can't say that he does bad things. He is not an unforgivable thief, nor is he a rat who steals his own way. He is still a strong man.

Judging from his name, ugly is the characteristic of his life. But I just heard the word "ugly" in his name. What I can see is a self-reliant and kind old man.

Ugly Buying, a marking character. I don’t know how many people he has inspired. No matter how cruel life is to you, no matter how bad the situation is, don’t give up, because there is still a person called “Ugly Buying” on the road.

Barefoot, a pair of ragged pants, no top, carrying a load, there are traded goods and rags discarded by people. He is bald, covered in stubborn, his face is covered with stubborn eyes, his eyes look a little wrong, he has no front teeth, and looks a bit abstract.

Just like this, I wander in the depths of my memory, wander in the beginning and end of the village, wander in the laughter and joy, wander in the wilderness.

He is trying hard to live and strive for some dignity in life.

Although he was also very lonely, he was used to loneliness and had experienced all the things that were even more terrifying than loneliness.
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