The old man who lived alone was a former youth, his wife died a few years ago, his children lived abroad, and the old youth recently passed away. After his death, his children sold his house remotely and left his belongings at the disposal of the buyer.
Here is a heartfelt sigh from the buyer!
The original landlord had just passed away and his children sold the house. There were still many things left behind by the old man in the room, such as photo albums, medals, diaries, books and other items, and when they wanted the seller to clean up and dispose of them, the seller said that you should throw them away!
The things left behind are all records of the old man’s life and are well preserved. There are three photo albums: the album contains photos of the old man when he was young, standing on a sprawling grassland, supposed to be a youth with great vigor. There are also photos of various friends, with the names of the friends written on the back, and which day they were given as a souvenir. There are also photos of the elderly parents, relatives, friends and children from various periods. At the top of the list is a family photo of the extended family more than ten years ago, and the wedding photos of the children. Among them are the photos of the old partner’s youth, preserved and new, the negative is still there, the photos are over plastic, very well preserved.
There are five old cowhide diaries, in which the old man recorded the trivialities and feelings from the age of 15 to over 70. There is a crush on a girl in the same class; there is the journey of the heart after going to the countryside; there is also the people and events in that particular era, there is the vigor and vigor of youth; there is the joy of being a father from the time a child is born to the time he learns to speak; there is also the sorrow of borrowing money to buy a bicycle for the child after being laid off. There is also the pain of borrowing money to buy a bicycle for the child after being laid off. In the end, when all the children had families, my partner passed away, and all that was left in my diary were the memories and nostalgia of my youth.
There are also a lot of awards and medals, from factory model workers to technical experts, as well as some awards for participating in competitions after coming to the field. There are also certificates of intermediate engineers and senior engineers, as well as various awards won by children when they were young.
From these things, the trajectory of the old man’s life is roughly outlined: from childhood, he was the youngest child in the large family, and was doted on by his parents and siblings. His parents were employees of state-owned enterprises, and he grew up without any worries, interspersed with adolescent crushes. In that particular era, he went to the grassland as a youth, and then went to university after resuming the college entrance examination. After entering the state-owned enterprises, from the technician to the deputy chief engineer, met the loving partner, had a pair of children. Then he was laid off and went out to work, settled down in a foreign country, raised his children and sent them abroad. The old partner left, and one spent the last six years alone.
As a home buyer and outsider I looked through these relics until midnight, sighing and silent. These old items carry the fond memories of a deceased old man’s life, but the children abandoned them like garbage.
I picked out the most important ones, leaving behind diaries, photo albums, and medals. There is also a five-year-old Xinhua dictionary, a set of six-year-old Mao’s Selected Works, and some books with collector’s significance. The others were given away in the group, and the last remaining ones were sent to the scrapyard.
Hey! Your life is wonderful again, people may not even remember their children when they are gone. All your treasures and love in the eyes of others has no meaning, poor you a life of sweet and sour are gone with the wind also!
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