No sooner had I entered the door than they stared at me, their eyes full of expectation and panic.
Children's eyes will shine, I know, but for the first time in the eyes of middle-aged people to see the same light.
In January, Lijiang was busy, the streets were crowded, and the ice hut was steaming hot.
There were so many people that even the steps were full, listening to songs, drinking and chatting, and enjoying the holidays freely.
Most of them were young travelers, students, staff and backpackers, each younger than the other.
Thy are the only middle-aged couple.
They should be husband and wife.
I sat opposite them, nodded and laughed at them.
Then I was shocked. What's wrong with my smile? Why do they hold each other's hand tightly as if they were frightened?
Two hands clutched together, grabbed white, four eyes more shining, still staring at me like a hook.
They eat food and drink in Haikou Town, Qingtian County, Zhejiang Province, teach and educate people, and live in poverty and happiness.
This trip to Lijiang is a special trip for me.They said they wanted me to do them a favor and their son a favor.
His son, Yueyang, was born on October 13, 1998, after 90.
His mother looked into my eyes and stressed that Yueyang was a good child.
Every parent sees a child as a good child, but she insists that the good children in their family are different from those in other families.
She said her son was strangely sensible.
They are all teachers in rural middle schools. They spend more time with students and less time with their sons. But their sons do not cry or make noise when they are young. They learn to eat alone and sleep alone early.