I want to hear what moves you the most, the kind that warms your heart when you mention it?

The first confession failed, and I was disheartened when I was young, but I was moved by an old beggar. From then on, I am grateful and no longer reject such people, even if I am cheated, I don't care!

Living in the city, you will inevitably meet beggars. I once rejected them and thought that life should not be like this:

As long as you are willing to work hard, there must be a better way to survive; Live with dignity, but you're already a walking corpse.

In 2005, I went to my girlfriend's hometown thousands of miles away and gave her a confession full of surprises.

Unexpectedly, my girlfriend rejected me. My girlfriend was afraid that I would pester her to let her parents know and kept urging me to leave quickly.

I felt like a lost dog, disheartened.

I usually sleepwalk to the train station, buy a return ticket and have a few hundred dollars left.

Suddenly, I frantically gave the money to an old beggar and walked to the waiting room without looking back.

The ticket will be checked soon, and I am carried forward by the rolling crowd, and my brain is blank and numb.

Suddenly someone pushed me on the shoulder and I turned around. That is an old beggar in rags. I saw him hand me a train ticket at once, saying that I forgot the ticket was among them when I gave him money.

He was afraid that I had no money to buy a ticket, so he had to come to the waiting room to find me according to the number of trains marked on the ticket.

At that moment, I had mixed feelings. I really don't have extra money to buy another ticket.

I don't know anyone except my girlfriend in this city, but how can I talk to her now! After all, I have been rejected by her, and there is nothing left!

I sincerely thank the old beggar, who made me feel emotional again when I was driven out of my mind.

After returning to China, I have been enduring the torment of missing, listening to my girlfriend's last advice, and never contacted again.

To my surprise, it wasn't long before my girlfriend took the initiative to contact me. She said she was used to my pestering and beating. Once lost, she can't adapt anyway.

My girlfriend in those days is now my wife. Every time we meet beggars together, I will give some change as much as possible. She always laughs at me for being too stupid and kind.

In fact, I didn't give money to help these beggars, but to thank the old man who returned my ticket.

Maybe I will never see him again in my life, but he will never forget me:

When I was most disheartened, he warmed me with his generous kindness;

When I had nothing, he saved my expensive self-esteem with the most generous conscience!