Lao Guo is not old. He is about my age, but he looks much older than me because of his hard life. In my memory, Lao Guo is wearing a faded green military uniform coat, a pair of sneakers that can't distinguish colors all the year round, and driving an electric tricycle with mottled paint. Cars are high and low, and there are some bought junk.

I met Lao Guo seven or eight years ago.

At that time, the child was studying in a junior high school far from home. For the convenience of going to school, we rented a community near the school.

After a long time, waste products are produced. Maybe it was God's will. When I put the waste together and prepared to sell it, Lao Guo appeared. When I first met him, I was impressed by my honest face. I am wearing a dress with a small face and no color, and my hair seems to have been cut for a long time. Talking about the price, binding and weighing, the action is clean and neat, far less sticky and whining than what he said.

In the neighborhood where I used to live, the waste collector was a middle-aged woman. This man is full of women's shrewdness and businessmen's cunning. She not only keeps the price low, but also often plays with scales. It is common that ten catties are said to be eight catties. If she is old, she will go too far. If she meets someone who knows the scale or is serious, she will naturally avoid it, but she will laugh with her unique loud voice: "Look into my eyes, you are wrong about the scale." After a long time, everyone knows that she is not authentic and is unwilling to sell her the waste. She doesn't seem to know the reason why business is getting worse, but she is still wandering around the yard, unable to attract business, and begins to strike up a conversation with people: "Go to work?" Is there any waste? "Even so, there is not much business to do. Slowly, she disappeared from our community.

I have never had much affection for such people. The most important thing in business is honesty. Without this basic morality, it is not worth the loss in the long run. It's a pity that some people don't realize this, at least middle-aged women who collect waste are like this. Otherwise, she wouldn't end up with the failure of Maicheng.

To be honest, when I first met Lao Guo, I looked at him more or less suspiciously. He quickly picked up the plastic rope that tied the waste newspaper, hung the polished scale hook on the knot of the rope, held the scale in one hand and weighed it in the other. The newspaper was so heavy that he gritted his teeth and stood on tiptoe, then put it down. He carefully looked at the place where the weight was hung on the scale and quoted the weight. I don't know much about scales, but I pretended to be an expert and counted them by hand. He smiled stupidly: "Don't worry, big sister, I'm full of pounds, it's not a day or two." I really don't know if he said ten catties is eight catties.

Later, I got to know my sister and learned something about Lao Guo. Lao Guo, a native of Wei County, came to Handan from his hometown many years ago to collect waste products and rented it in a village in the city not far away. I often wander around several nearby communities. Because of his high price, never short of weight and easy-going, residents are willing to sell waste to him. Later, when I see Lao Guo again, I always smile and apologize for his distrust.

One of the characteristics of Lao Guo's waste collection is that it is different from others. There is a recorded trumpet hanging on the handle of the tricycle, which reads one sentence after another: "Collect waste!" ! Here comes the garbage collector! ",severe and urgent. Sometimes an angry face pops out of the balcony: "Stop yelling, my child is asleep!" " "Lao Guo seldom makes a hullabaloo about, just sitting on an electric tricycle and letting the car slide slowly. Occasionally, he will throw a sentence: "collect waste!" It sounded like a peasant woman had just rolled out her face and collapsed on the chopping board. When he meets an old man chatting under the building, he will even stop and listen to others quietly for a while, occasionally interrupting a sentence or two, as if he is not in a hurry to do business, as if collecting waste products is just his sideline.

On the day of renting, I only sold the junk to Lao Guo. Slowly, I became familiar with it and learned something about his family. His wife is in poor health and takes medicine all the year round. She has two sons. The eldest son goes to high school and the second son goes to junior high school. Coincidentally, she and my daughter are in the same school, and even more coincidentally, she is in the same class. The whole family depends on him to collect waste products for a living, and the hardships of life can be imagined.

We run on different runways, Lao Guo collects his rubbish, and I take my class with me. Maybe because the child is a classmate, I am a little more enthusiastic about him. Sometimes I give Lao Guo some idle daily necessities and old clothes. He always looks like a shy child, nodding his head and thanking him.

When the children graduate, our days of renting a house will be over. I thought Lao Guo had disappeared from my life.

After the renovation of the original home, I went to a village in the city to customize the furniture, and unexpectedly met Lao Guo. Talking about the recent situation, Lao Guo looked sad: "There are many people in this line now, and money is not easy to earn." I tried to ask, "Have you ever thought about doing something else?" "I have no skills, no culture, why? Besides, I've been doing this for a long time, and I've found some doorways. Just make do with it. " I asked for his phone number when I said goodbye. When I saved it, I only knew his surname was Guo, so I simply saved it as "Fei Guo". Because there is still a lot of waste in home decoration, without Lao Guo, I don't know who to sell it to.

After leaving the rented place, life gradually merged into another environment. I didn't expect to see Lao Guo again.

It's a sunny morning. I rushed to a meeting not far from the second floor of the office and almost bumped into someone. I looked intently and said, "Isn't this Lao Guo?" I asked in surprise, "What are you doing here?" Lao Guo in front of him is older than a few years ago, unshaven and ragged. Lao Guo also recognized me in front of him: "Do you work here?" Then, he poured out like Xianglinsao. It turned out that he had an accident some time ago. At that time, it was not a big deal. After mediation by the accident department, the other party gave him some compensation more or less. But after a while, his leg felt strange and began to hurt. He was treated and took medicine. He has spent all the compensation. He thought it was the sequela of the car accident, so he found the owner again, but people thought that the mediation had been completed and refused to take responsibility again. He came here to ask the law firm on the fifth floor to see how to solve it. I just noticed that Lao Guo's leg is limping. Immediately, he turned to me: "You are in the county, see if you can do something. I heard that the owner of the accident was from a nearby unit. " The initial surprise of seeing Lao Guo was completely diluted by this request. I know this kind of thing has something to do with money, and it can't be solved in one or two sentences. Besides, this is beyond my ability. So, I expressed my helplessness, comforted Lao Guo, and fled, leaving him standing there.

I haven't seen Lao Guo since. I don't know how he solved the problem, and I don't know if his leg is better.