@chiayingfong44

The strange man who gave me oranges on the high-speed train back to school When I got on the high-speed train from home, my eyes were red. Putting on the headphones, trying to channel the wet emotions out of the body, a hand holding an orange suddenly appeared out of the corner of his eye. Dark, strong, with thick knuckles, like a slip knot tied by two hemp ropes. It was the man in the next seat, his father's age. He tilted his head in the direction of the orange, and his mouth seemed to say: Very sweet. I quickly took off the headphones and waved my hands like the wings of a baby bird: Uh-huh, I just put on the headphones and didn't hear anything - no need, I appreciate your kindness! The man didn't give me a chance to refuse, he just silently stuffed the oranges on my suitcase. A bright little gadget, the color at the top swaying slightly with the car, making people can't help but think of a warm and warm light.

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