This is a true story of my experience. I met an old couple’s Green Paper on the train.Woman fifty years of age, a little red in the face with cold cold winter.Some men appear to be more old, gray hair, but his face still delicate skin seemed to indicate he was not yet such age.He has been smoking a tobacco pipe with a blackened. My seat just across from them.And other luggage in place to sit down, I found that being a woman with a strange look at me and saying something quietly in the ears of men, a man listening to a woman, it seems very seriously looked at me.You go now?I heard the man open asked.Go ××?Precisely, we are going the same way, a woman rushing happy to say. We started chatting, a Renzailvtu particular objects need to have a talk, let alone such a long journey it. The woman asked me a lot of great detail past experiences.Most of the time men are not saying a word, kept to a pipe filled with tobacco, sticking out a circle of smoke, and then his eyes watching us very intoxicated camel.From a woman’s mouth, I learned that is not a happy story. The couple is out looking for stolen son.Years ago, a car after their doorstep, they are playing to hold only son got away.Over the years, a couple of them in every city across the country looking for his son, far apart, almost scream on the name of the city they have been to.Years of savings are spent, relatives can also borrow borrowed more often, they rely on the help of strangers and picking to sustain the. I am a little sad, can not help but ask her, ×× this place has news yet?With a woman happy to say that the children are in that city for so many years it.We know the specific address?I ask.Woman’s look a little sadly, do not know, but there is always a rough position, and so many years, we shall find. This made me a little disappointed but also happy for her.Woman turned to a man looked lovingly say, you still smoke less cigarette lighter, kids are found, for so many years did not see him, we live several years longer to see him much, very obedient men knock knock pipe, put it close up.I pay attention to see his pipe, he grinned and said, the home production of tobacco, chewy enough, do you want to try.I shook my head. Perhaps the topic is just too heavy, the next conversation also no interest, and gradually we no longer speak.Woman leaning against the man’s shoulder began to close your eyes. Car arrived and.But how can wake woman.Man smiled at me and said, a little embarrassed, she slept a way, but it was just the man to the woman on her own direction to go door, holding a bag of hair bunched section grind on the arm, which is their only baggage. Outbound ready to break up, I could not help but ask him, are you going to where to start looking for it?The man said with a sigh, in fact, we are already dead son. died?I was shocked. Yes, he was crossing the road bike car struck and killed on the spot, the man’s eyes began to gush tears, and really ran down her cheek, suddenly much older. Well, what you still find it? Son’s death, she was a little unusual, first self-blame, blame themselves not optimistic about the son, then gradually I began to not believe that his son died, said his son was the last person to steal, every day, clamoring to go out to find his son.I really can not stand to see her suffering was, he brought her out, just the way she was looking for a quiet sober. But oddly enough, so he found, walking, and so many years I fell in love with running, there is always this feeling trance, as if our child was still alive, he would one day run into him on the way or he will in the next city, etc. Like us, maybe we find is this feeling it.Calculate age, he also with you so big. Man carrying a woman, and slowly entered the crowds, no longer find here.Stop the surging crowd I’m totally impressed, though not know the purpose of the journey of everyone, but I know of them have pairs of dead children holding nothing but a hopeful couple walked in their never-ending journey. Indeed, this world is not the end of something.