good deeds remembered

I was very moved when I heard my sister-in-law talk about things in her hometown. My sister-in-law grew up in the mountains. Her father was an honest and kind-hearted farmer who worked hard all his life. In addition to farm work, he also did some small business.

Transportation in the mountains is inconvenient and there are no large shopping malls. Until more than ten years ago, everyone relied on going to the market to buy and sell things. There is a market every five days in the mountains, which is very lively, with everything on sale, and various stories happening. All kinds of people appeared in the market, including rich people who lived a prosperous life, and poor people who could not afford to eat.

My sister-in-law's father sells pancakes at every market. If you are a good person, your reputation will be good, and your business will be good. In recent years, markets have become less popular, with large shopping malls nearby and more people starting to shop online. But the elderly still like to go to the market. Maybe the market carries a kind of spiritual sustenance and can communicate with people face to face, unlike online where everything seems virtual.

At the market, the old man went to sell cakes again. Suddenly, an elderly man came forward. When they met, he took his sister-in-law's father's hand. His eyes were red and asked, "Do you still remember me?" My sister-in-law's father shook his head. There were so many people coming and going in the market that he couldn't remember where he had seen this old man.

The old man said with emotion: "How many pancakes did I eat from you back then!" Then he slowly started to talk, saying that he lived in this mountain fifty years ago and was impoverished and hungry all day long. My sister-in-law's father sells pancakes, and he reserves two pancakes for lunch. Seeing that the person next to him has nothing to eat, he gives him one pancake every time.

My sister-in-law's father remembered this friend in front of him. At that time, he only knew that he left the mountains one day and never came back. After not seeing each other for fifty years, when we stood together again, we were already old men with gray hair and eyes blurred by tears.

The good deeds that my sister-in-law's father thought were easy to do back then have long been forgotten in the busy life. Now this reunion has evoked the memories of that time and brought a deep feeling. When there is gratitude and care between people, memories become more than just memories. The benefactors see their kind selves in their memories and see the good fruits of their good deeds. The beneficiary sees the original benefactor again and thinks about the past. The turbulence in each other's hearts is difficult to calm down. When we look back on our lives, everything seems to be more clear...