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On the bus, a little girl stood up shyly.

She sat an uncle who had just got on the bus. The little girl leaned back in her seat. I sat in the back row and looked at her. At first, she was happy to do good deeds, but also shy because of being noticed. Gradually, she began to think. After several awkward words, I feel that she will eventually express it.

Sure enough, at the approaching station, she moved her uncle's arm and whispered, "Uncle, why didn't you say thank you?" I've been waiting for three stops and you haven't even smiled at me. Why? "

Everyone around us laughed. Only the old man didn't laugh, his eyes were straight, as if he didn't understand and were indifferent.

I suddenly have a bad opinion of the old man. There are many such people in society. No matter what others do for him, their eyes are fixed and indifferent. There is no proper response to friendliness and no proper gratitude to help. There seems to be no "thank you" in their bags.

The little girl is not waiting for a return, she is waiting for a response to solve her doubts. I think she has a question hanging in her heart. What happened to this uncle? Why didn't you say thank you Maybe her teacher taught her to say thank you when others help her. And this uncle Lian Xiao can't.

The little girl's depression can be imagined If the spring breeze comes, but no flowers respond, and no grass breaks through the ground, where is spring? This spring, the little girl couldn't find it.

A friend sponsored a student to finish college until he started to work. In fact, he is not rich, and his wife has no job, relying only on his little contribution. Later, he told me that he was a little chilling. I began to misunderstand him, and a word went straight to his heart. I asked, do you need anything in return? Return? He gave a faint smile. What do you need in return? Just need an answer. For so many years, he never sent me a message, never sent a message. Even if you only send a sentence, you can guess his feelings from this sentence. I always have a question in my heart, what happened to the child? Did he become particularly self-respecting because he accepted the help, so he deliberately avoided me, but why didn't he consider my feelings? Why? I have been wondering in my heart. What I need is not a return, but an answer.

Friendly words and deeds are undoubtedly beautiful, just like a cry, it also needs an echo. Indifference and indifference will only stifle the goodwill and moral passion of friendly people. Nod, smile and be grateful-this is our minimum response to friendship.