"I also quickly explained: "I know, I know - but since you came by yourself, you don't have to ask someone to take you with you. "Maybe he thought what I said was reasonable and stood waiting for me.

"I also quickly explained: "I know, I know - but since you came by yourself, you don't have to ask someone to take you with you. "Maybe he thought what I said was reasonable and stood waiting for me. I folded the gray or blue square rag on which his eggs were wrapped and returned it to him. He held the cloth in one hand and the money in the other. I turned around stupidly. I hurriedly opened the door for him and stood at the top of the stairs, watching him walk straight down the stairs step by step. I was worried that he would fall halfway up the stairs and then I went back to the house. I felt sorry for not asking him to sit down and have a sip of tea. But I was so scared that my stiff body seemed unable to sit and would fall into a pile of bones if I bent it even slightly. I couldn't imagine how he got home. More than ten days later, I met Lao Li, who lived in the same hospital as Lao Wang. I asked him, "What's wrong with Lao Wang? Are you feeling better?" "He was buried long ago. "Ah, when did he..." "When did he die? It was the second day after he arrived at your place." " He also told how many feet of brand new white cloth was wrapped around Lao Wang's body - because Lao Wang was a Hui people, and he was buried in some ditch. I didn't understand, so I didn't ask more. I went home and looked at the bottle of sesame oil and the unused I kept recalling the exchange between Lao Wang and me over the unfinished eggs, trying to figure out whether he knew that I accepted his gratitude. But for some reason, I always felt uneasy when I thought of Lao Wang. His sesame oil and eggs? Because he came to express his gratitude, but I used money to insult him? None. After a few years, I gradually understood: It was the shame of a lucky person towards an unfortunate person.