I remember it was an evening.

After school, I was so hungry that I took 10 yuan to eat noodles. Walking through the busy streets and bustling alleys, I came to a time-honored noodle shop. This noodle shop is not as luxurious as a big hotel, it is just an ordinary hut with a few tens of square meters. Since I was really hungry, I casually ordered a bowl of noodles.

Facing a bowl of fragrant noodles, I sprinkled a few drops of chili oil, a few drops of vinegar, stirred it a few times and devoured it. Not long after, I had finished the bowl of noodles. After taking a sip of the rich noodle soup, I was ready to pay and go home. Touching the pocket, eh? Why is the money gone? I opened my schoolbag anxiously, but there was not a penny in it. Anyway, I searched all over my body and couldn't find it. Did you lose it when you were crossing the street just now? Why don't you go look for it. I think the store owner told me this request, but he didn't agree because he was afraid that I would skip the order. This is great, what should we do? I was running around like a headless fly.

It is getting darker and my mood is getting heavier. My parents must have been anxious if I didn't come home so late, but...

Just when I was about to despair, a kind grandfather held 10 yuan in his hand and asked if the money belonged to me. It was like I saw a light in the darkness. After taking the 10 yuan, I happily went to pay the bill. I carefully put the change into my schoolbag, thinking: I can't lose it again this time

Looking at the sky, I couldn't help but speed up my pace. Because at that time the sky was completely shrouded in black. wrong! I suddenly thought: How could that money be mine? Even if it was mine, how could the old man just find that 10 yuan, and how could he find which noodle shop and find me? Thinking of this, I hurriedly ran in the opposite direction towards the noodle shop.

But when I arrived at the noodle shop, the shop was closed and the old man was gone. There were only a group of returning sparrows chirping on the tree. Standing in the narrow street, my eyes couldn't help but moisten.

I haven't even said "thank you" to the old man.

Who said that indifference is synonymous with this century? Everyone has a gentle side in their heart. The human heart always belongs to light, and light can always defeat darkness!

Let us look at the world with a beautiful heart!