It was an autumn when melons and fruits were fragrant. That day, my grandmother and I went shopping in the supermarket and saw some people around a trolley. We also squeezed in. It turned out that an old man was selling peaches! The old man looks tired. His clothes were covered with sweat stains, his ass was patched, his shoes were covered with mud, and his shiny unkempt hair set off his wrinkled face. He is thin, bent, with a straw rope tied around his waist, and there are many black cracks in his shriveled hands. With a shy smile on his face, the old man kept telling everyone: "This peach is grown by himself. Very sweet, but not expensive ... ". After listening to grandpa's introduction, more and more people bought it!
Just then, a BMW stopped at the side of the road and a young man in a suit and tie got off. He squeezed into the cart, took out a brand-new hundred-dollar bill, bought a few catties of peaches, and then came back with a pile of small change, humming a tune into the supermarket. Grandma and I picked peaches and were about to give money. Suddenly, a grandmother said to her grandfather, "Grandpa, I see the money is wrong!" " "Grandpa hurriedly nervously looked at Sun with money, touched it again and again, and finally confirmed that it was counterfeit money! Grandpa's face was stiff, but he murmured in his mouth, "Tuition, this is grandson's tuition!" " "My heart is sour and my eyes are full of tears.
After a while, "BMW Man" actually came again. When people were surprised, he took out a hundred-dollar bill from Qvanxian Zhang and proudly said, "Grandpa, peaches are sweet. Buy a few catties!" " "People around you began to get angry, and the old woman shouted at him," Is your money real? "What about your conscience? Do your parents know that you are so wicked? " The uncle glared at his eyes and kept his mouth shut. "It's none of your business!" Another uncle grabbed his clothes and said, "Go, go to the public security bureau!" " Everyone pushed him, and as a result, he gave a good shake and ran back to the car.
There are more people buying peaches, and everyone buys them by pocket. Grandma and I also bought several kilograms specially. Everyone seems to be busy. They left in a hurry with peaches. They didn't even have time to get the change back ... in a short time, only green peach leaves were left in a cart, and there were some bags of bread, bottles of mineral water and a pair of brand-new flower gloves left by some "careless" people on the cart! Grandpa sat on the pole, squinting and smoking a long pipe. ...
It's been a long time, but I still often think of people rushing to buy peaches. Whenever this happens, I will ask my grandmother, "Grandma, where do you think the conscience of society is?" Grandma always smiles and says to me, "What do you think?" Students, I think you must know the answer as well as I do!