Life "poetry" salesman! Life needs poetry!

This story is a bit long. Please read patiently, and you will certainly gain something. Thank you. )

No sooner had I gone to bed for my lunch break than I heard someone knocking at the door. At first, it was a gentle knock. I thought it was the wind. Later, the sound of knocking at the door became louder and louder and more urgent. I was impatient and a little angry, so I got up and opened the door.

Outside the door is a strange young man. His hair was unkempt, his cheeks were thin, and he was shivering in the cold wind, wearing a thin black jacket.

What can I do for you? I opened the door carefully and prepared to close it.

"I am a salesman." The young man put his hands over his mouth and sighed.

"I don't need anything." I tried to close the door, but he leaned against it and wouldn't let me.

"Wait, please take a look at this young man in .................................................................................................................................................................... and quickly take out a book from his satchel and pass it to me. He smiled modestly and said, "Poetry, life needs poetry. "

I let my guard down and opened the door a little wider. I picked up the book and glanced at the cover. That is a collection of poems called "Hiding Your Face and Weeping". I looked through it casually, and it was full of words from branches. After reading a few lines, I feel a little melodramatic.

I returned the collection of poems to the young man and said, "Did you write it?" The young man shook his head and said, "No, it was written by the boss of our company." "The boss of your company is a poet?" I asked in surprise. The young man smiled and said, "Just buy one. Not expensive, just a pack of cigarettes. " I said, "I don't read poetry. I seldom read, almost nothing. " Actually, I like reading, but I'd rather read a bunch of vulgar advertisements stuffed in the door than read a line of unintelligible modern poetry.

I asked the young man, "Have you read it?" The young man said, "I ... I don't understand." "What company are you from?" I asked. The young man said, "Holland ... Holland ... Holland ...

I asked him, "What do you do in the company?" "I'm a new employee ... but I'm still on probation. The boss said that if I could get every household in Xiangrui Building to buy a book of his poems, I would be formally hired. " The young man's honest and simple appearance can easily convince people that what he said is true.

I have carefully read this beautifully bound and printed collection of poems. Author: Sui Zhengyi. Pricing: 19.98 yuan.

"Xiangrui Building has 48 households on the 24th floor from the first floor to the top floor. I have sold 46 copies, and every household below the 24th floor has bought one. " The young man took out a register from his bag and showed me the signatures of 46 households downstairs.

"The boss of our company is very strict, and we must never cheat." The young people are also very serious.

"The boss of your company is a poet, which is nothing." I said, "but he shouldn't sell the house so expensive."

"two different things ... poetry and house prices are two different things." The young man said seriously, "All our new employees must pass the poetry selling exam." Failure to complete the promotion task means that you are incapable and unqualified to work in the company. The boss said when I finished the task and when I officially went to work. This is a threshold. Now there are only two households on the 24th floor. "

"It's almost impossible ... but you've almost finished." I really admire him.

"Most residents understand our new employees, and those who can afford Xiangrui Building are human and reasonable people. One of my feet has stepped into the threshold of the company. You won't let my other foot stay out forever, will you? " The young man looked at me imploringly.

I am not a heartless person. It is not easy for a young man who is inexperienced and full of imagination about the future to make a living in this city. In order to fulfill him, I am willing to buy one.

"So, you don't have to buy poetry. I'll give you a mat when I leave 20 yuan. You just need to sign the registration form to prove that you have bought the book. You should always help this. " The young man said, "I think you look like an intellectual. Of course, you can be as stubborn as some intellectuals ... "

I am really angry. But the young man suddenly said piteously, "I really need this job. My father can't survive the Spring Festival ... Look at you, living in such a nice house, you don't lack anything but poetry-buy one."

My heart melted and I sighed. I turned around and gave him 40 yuan: "Well, I'll take two copies and buy them for the opposite tenant, so don't bother you."

But the young man only received 20 yuan and gave me a book of poems. "You can't buy it for others. If you could, I would have finished the task long ago. " The young man said, "In sales promotion, you must be honest and patient." He's right. I was wrong.

I signed the registration form. The young man thanked me and turned to knock on the door of the opposite household. I closed the door and went back to my lunch break.

However, as soon as I lay down, I sat up with a cry of shock-that was the roar from the opposite household.

I quietly opened the door a crack and saw the young man facing an angry middle-aged woman, scared and passive, just like Nuo Nuo.

"You've been knocking on the door all day!" The woman wore a thick white wool nightgown, wrapped up from head to toe, revealing only her long bloated face. It's been half a year since I moved in, and this is the first time I've seen the residents across the street.

The young man kept apologizing: "sorry, I didn't know your lunch break was so early ... I should have come earlier!" " "

"What are you doing here? ! How did you get into Xiangrui Building? " Middle-aged women warily asked young people to stand back.

"I'm ... a salesman." The young man said, "I'm working."

"What to sell? What a world it is now, selling high-end houses. What is property? I will call the property and kick you out. " The middle-aged woman roared like thunder, which scared me.

The young man handed a book carefully: "I am not selling health care products, I am selling poetry." In his view, selling poems is more legitimate than selling health care products.

The middle-aged woman froze: "What did you say? Selling poetry ... Settings? "

The young man said, "Yes, life needs poetry. If you put a book of poems in your room, the whole family will have poems. "

The middle-aged woman fell to the ground with a collection of poems. The collection of poems slipped on the ground for a while and then lay in front of my house. "It's too much to knock on my door all day for a broken collection of poems! You mustn't knock on my door again! "

The door slammed shut. The young man stood for a while with a depressed face, and when he lowered his head to get his poetry collection, he saw me at the door.

He smiled shyly at me. I have nothing to say but shrug my shoulders at him.

"Can you speak for me? Tell her why. "

I shook my head. Because I will not reason with someone I don't know for no reason.

The young man put the poems back in his schoolbag in frustration and pressed the elevator. I closed the door.

The next evening, I went home and just got out of the elevator, I saw a young man sitting on the stairs, dozing against the wall.

"Sir, are you back?" He became alert and stood up at once. I nodded to him. He still wears thin clothes and his lips are purple and black with cold.

"She is the only one." The young man said, "If she signs it, I can officially go to work next week."

I said, "You keep knocking on her door. If you are sincere, the stone will open, but knock gently. "

The young man said, "Yes, nobody. She hasn't come back yet-I've been waiting all day. "

"Then you wait." Say that finish, I entered the house. About ten minutes later, there was movement outside the house. I heard a woman's voice. "Why are you here again?"

"this is my job ... you help me, it's a piece of cake."

"Don't bother me, I don't want any poems. Who do you think wrote it? Yan zhengyi? He is an asshole. He can't even write his own name correctly. What other poems can he write! " The door opened and then closed.

The knock on the door rang again. I opened the door. The young man hesitated to knock on the opposite door, and the action was very light, as light as touching. I motioned for him to continue knocking at the door.

The middle-aged woman opened the door and roared, "I said I won't buy it." What do you want! "

The young man said, "I don't need you to buy poems." Please sign my name to prove that you have bought it ... help me, all I need is you. "

The young man showed the register to the middle-aged woman to see who signed it.

The middle-aged woman said, "Why should I sign? Can I sign it directly? "

The young man turned and pointed at me and said to the middle-aged woman, "The gentleman opposite signed it, too."

I nodded. The middle-aged woman gave me a look and said to the young man, "He can't control me. I won't sign it. Stop knocking on my door. "

I can't help but say to the middle-aged woman, "Please sign his name. He needs your signature to apply for a job, and you are the only one in Xiangrui Building. It is not easy for young people. If you can help, do me a favor ... "

The middle-aged woman looked at me contemptuously and said, "I can't sign your words-I don't know you."

I'm asking for trouble. Close the door.

I went on a business trip for three or four days. When I came back, I saw a young man sitting on the stairs, and the cold wind messed up his hair. He looked up at me and made no noise.

I said, "Have you been waiting for her these days?"

The young man was unhappy, drooping his head and holding a satchel, but he didn't make any noise.

"She's not at home?" I pointed to the cold door. The young man squeaked, "Yes, the whole family is here."

"She still won't sign it for you?" I asked.

The young man shook his head gently.

"New Year's Eve is coming. Go home first and come back after the New Year. " I said, "Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow at the latest, I will also go back to Changsha to reunite with my relatives."

The young man didn't answer.

I said, "It's cold outside. Come and sit in my room. I'll cook noodles to warm you up. "

The young man stretched himself, half of his body was about to get up and sat down again.

I opened the door and pulled him into my room several times. But he won't. I'll

When I pulled him, his eyes were full of tears.

"My dad is dying." He said.

"Then why don't you go back to see your father earlier?" I said. He shook his head firmly.

I walked into the house. Put your luggage away and go to the kitchen. Before the noodles were cooked, there was a sudden fierce struggle outside. I quickly went out to see it. There are four or five people in the corridor at the same time. There are four people in the house opposite-an old man, a middle-aged man and two tall youths. Middle-aged women stood at the door and cursed. Two young men grabbed the young man and punched and kicked him. The young man retreated to the corner to resist and fought back with negligible strength. The middle-aged man seemed afraid that the two young people would suffer, so he quickly joined the fight and punched the young man on the head through the two young people. The old man stood trembling at the door, coughing in fear. The middle-aged woman directed three men to fight. The young man's face was covered with blood, and he soon lost the ability to fight back and defend himself.

I shouted, "What are you doing!"

Three people stop hitting people. The young man curled up in the corner with his head in his hands. The middle-aged woman said, "This little rascal harassed us every day, insulted us and hit me first. Look at my neck. As soon as I opened the door, he jumped on me like a mad dog and caught me. I am bleeding. I am covered in blood! "

She was afraid that I couldn't see, so she came up to me and showed me. I did see a scar on her neck.

I said, "He's just a boy selling poems ..."

Three men who hit people looked at me with malicious intent. The middle-aged man said, "Do you think we hit the wrong person? Are we wrong? "

I didn't answer him. I tried to help the child up, but he refused me. He is still curled up and trembling all over. He suffered multiple injuries to his hand and head. Although it is a skin injury, it is enough to make people sad.

All the hitters returned to the house. The corridor was soon quiet, as if nothing had happened.

I went back to the kitchen and the noodles were cooked. I filled a bowl full, but there was no sign of the young man. There was no sign of fierce fighting except sporadic blood on the ground.

I didn't see the young man the next day. On the third day, I went back to Changsha for the New Year.

The Spring Festival passed quickly. This Spring Festival, I wrote a letter to Sui Zhengyi, a stranger, hoping that the company can formally hire the young man who is in charge of selling poetry in Xiangrui Building, and I guarantee that he will become a good employee. When I came back, the first thing I did was to start from the first floor and go door to door to find the householder to sign the letter. As a result, it took me less than half a day to collect the signatures of other householders in Xiangrui Building except the householder opposite my house. The night before I was going to send the letter to Sui Zhengyi, there was an irregular knock on the door at my house.

I opened the door. Outside the door is a middle-aged woman. She is short, with sparse hair and a striking brown scab on her left face. Wearing a thick homespun shirt, the clothes are old, but quite clean. Maybe she is not very old, but she looks haggard and old, and there seems to be no strength in her body.

She must be a woman from the countryside. No one in this city dresses like this anymore.

"I am Tomoko's mother." The village women are full of apologies, but very calm. She has a schoolbag on her shoulder. I recognized that it was a gray canvas satchel with poems in it, and it was clean.

"I'm selling poems to my son." Village women speak well and are neither supercilious nor supercilious.

The village woman took out a book of poems from her satchel and handed it to me. I smiled politely and said, "I have bought your child's poems."

"He said that there is another household on the 24th floor of Xiangrui Building that is unwilling to buy it. Isn't it you? " The women in the village don't believe me at all.

I pointed to the opposite side and said, "I didn't buy that one." The village woman said guiltily, "I remember wrong. It's the right side of the elevator, and the left side of the stairs-I climb the stairs, and your opposite is ....................................................................................................................... on the left. She turns to knock on the opposite door. It was a long time before the door opened. It's that middle-aged woman again.

"I am Tomoko's mother." The village woman handed the poems to the middle-aged woman and said, "I am selling poems to my son."

The middle-aged woman was taken aback and soon understood, and her face quickly showed a look of vigilance and impatience: "I have told your son many times that I don't need a collection of poems." Why are you bothering me instead of your son? "

The village woman straightened up and said tepidly, "My son has left. My son said before he died ..........................................................................................................................................................................

A gust of wind blew and my heart tightened.

"Is he dead?" The middle-aged woman's face changed greatly, revealing fear and anxiety.

"Dead. Die before your father. " The village woman said calmly, "Father and son are together." I can't see the sadness on the village woman's face, as if she shouldn't be sad.

I am very confused in my heart.

Facing the village women who are half shorter than themselves, the middle-aged women finally bowed their proud heads.

"Everyone in the village has read this book and said it is worth 20 yuan. Although the child's father can't read, he still speaks very well. Why is it not worth it? " The village woman sighed.

The middle-aged woman was at a loss and suddenly fell to her knees with a plop. "I didn't mean it. I ... I was wrong! "

"This has nothing to do with you. I don't blame you. " The village woman said. Middle-aged women are still afraid. She didn't wear that thick white wool pajamas, but she was shaking violently.

The village woman put the collection of poems on the threshold and said, "I'll give this book to you and give it to my son." Then, she calmly turned and walked to the stairs.

The middle-aged woman suddenly stood up, quickly took out 20 yuan from her pocket, caught up with the money in her hand and said, "I'll sign it!" " I signed it for him! "

The village woman hesitated for a while, but finally didn't turn around. She just said simply, "No need."

Everything is so unpredictable. I don't know what to say. I want to ask the village woman, "How did your son die?" He said, "You can take the elevator."

When the village woman reached the corner of the stairs, she still didn't look back. Her voice remained calm: "No ... I can't take your elevator for nothing."

The village women took their time and walked downstairs step by step. I won't see her again soon.

When I turned around from the village women, I found middle-aged women standing side by side with me, looking down at the stairs. Our eyes looked at each other for a while, and then separated.

She picked up a collection of poems and quickly closed the door.

I have to close the door.