Yesterday, I walked home in an alley near my house.
A bike slowly ran through my side, but I did not pay attention on it.
I kept walking with my own steps.
Then I found she stopped forward switching some stuff of the bicycle.
The woman talked to me suddenly, she said:
Where did you have your cut?
I thought she is not fifty yet..
But white hair were stand with black hair
I stopped for just one monent and said:
Not in the neighborhood, but in Shiman-Ding.
The question may not mean to bless me.
But I am still happy because of it.
A simply nice sentance in your life could make difference.
Do you need one?
Don’t be close with giving words!