Serve two cups of hot Capu with white foam to remove the aroma. The woman in the blue dress sighed, looking through the glass door and exclaimed: " since heaven, look at that poor man!" She shook her head back to the sidewalk, where a middle-aged man in his 50s, his shirt was covered in mud and dirt, sitting at the foot of an electric pole.
His shoulders stretched down like carrying a stall of street vendors, a backpack of fabric, a broken skin, looking like having rolled through many ferries, and his face was gray and barbed wire. The woman in the red dress looked at him and blinked: "Oh, just like my husband had lost his job, sitting in a corner, sighing. No one has had such a time, carrying family, struggling to make a living, causing prices to increase, sweating is all the money".
The woman in the blue dress sighed, "Hearing that, I was on the streets, I was divorced, just wanted to wrap up a bag up in the highlands, rent a cheap homestay to sleep for a week, no phone, no children calling me". The woman in the red dress nodded, her eyes still stuck to the man on the side of the road: "Oh, no one has ever dreamed like that. But who would care if they were all thrown away and had to return to the pig's den? That's life, grandma, it's hard, but getting used to it becomes a habit."
At that moment, an old man selling lottery tickets strolled, posing in a gaunt shape due to old age, trembling and hugging the plate of wet lottery tickets with brightly printed paper. She stopped in front of the middle-aged man and said: "There were times in life when you were young, but at that time, you bought me a ticket to go, that was an opportunity to change my life". The middle-aged man shook his head "My life is like a dog biting a torn shirt, man, there is no lucky number". He smiled: My God, who would you push me too far? And you have to try everything. I have sold lottery tickets all my life, endured the sun and rain, but I still go when I have the strength. Let's try to get up." Then he went back and forth. The middle-aged man looked at it, thought for a while, then tied up his backpack, stood up, and walked still in a misty manner because of the heavy backpack, blending into the busy crowd...
"You don't see yet - the woman in the blue dress spoke up - the abyss that people are arising from are not dry lectures but sometimes just a few everyday sentences, encouragement. Simple, but at the right time". The woman in the red dress nodded: "So each person has their own way. If you think I complain, why not take me to eat crab noodle soup in the old town?
