I'm sorry, I don't want to help you.

I'm sorry, I don't want to help you.

For work reasons, I often have to take the train. Every time I see the crowds coming and going at the railway station, there is always a sense of convenience when life outside is not at home. But in the inconvenient life, people always strive to find convenience for themselves, help others, provide help and convenience for others, and enjoy the help given by others at the same time. This forms a harmonious living environment. But sometimes I am an exception. I can't help you, and I don't want to help you.

Once at the station, a middle-aged man stood under the steps of the station platform with a folding luggage cart. When he saw me, he asked me to help him carry it. Without saying a word, I lifted the heavy lower part and helped him up the long stairs, but unexpectedly, when I put down the luggage cart out of breath, he pulled his luggage and looked for his trunk without looking back, as if nothing had happened. Although he didn't want anything in return at that time, he felt that he didn't even know anything about human nature. Reading and appreciation of American articles

After getting on the bus, I found a seat and just sat down, because a passenger next to me wanted to play cards with his traveling companion and discussed changing seats with me. It was in a trunk next to me. I agreed, so I went to the adjacent car to find a seat, which happened to be next to the unreasonable man just now. The middle-aged man glanced at me and tilted his head out of the window. He obviously didn't recognize the person who had helped him.

As the train was moving forward, the conductor began to introduce the scenery along the way in the trunk. The man stopped the conductor: Hey, let me have a look at the map. While looking at the map, he asked the way to the scenic spots and which bus should I take?

The conductor said he was not clear. Let him ask the local people when he got off.

The middle-aged man studied the map carefully for three or four minutes, and the conductor asked him if he could return the map to her first, and she had to serve other passengers.

The middle-aged man was unhappy and bluntly threw the map to her without a word of thanks.

After the conductor left, he began to say to himself: which bus should I take to go to this scenic spot? Then he turned to me. I heard that the scenery of this place was very beautiful. I wanted to see it for a long time. Have you ever played? Which way is the nearest hotel in this place? To tell you the truth, I work nearby, and I don't know how many times I've been to the scenic spot, but I pretended to be stupid and didn't do it when I should.

The train arrived soon when I saw the man on tiptoe, laboriously moving his suitcase down the rack. He saw me rising from my seat as if I were about to be stopped by reinforcements, but I left without looking back as if nothing had happened.

The old saying: go out without salutation, walk several more miles. I once heard a story about a young man asking the old man for directions. I also read in the newspaper that he gave up his seat on the bus without getting a word of thanks. Now I also have personal experience, so I want to say to those people who lack civilization in social life: sorry, I can't help you, and I don't want to help you.