On the train, a very pretty female conductor was staring at a middle-aged man who looked like a migrant worker. She loudly said, "Ticket check!" The middle-aged man searched all over his body and finally found his ticket but held it in his hand. The conductor gave him a strange smile and said, "This is a child's ticket." The middle-aged man turned red and mumbled, "Isn't a child's ticket the same price as a disabled person's ticket?" The conductor sized up the middle-aged man and asked, "Are you disabled?" "I am disabled!" "Then show me your disability certificate." The middle-aged man became nervous and said, "I don't have a disability certificate. When I bought the ticket, the ticket seller asked for my disability certificate, and since I didn't have one, I had no choice but to buy a child's ticket." The conductor sneered, "Without a disability certificate, how can you prove that you are disabled?" The middle-aged man did not say anything, he just quietly took off his shoes and rolled up his pants - he only had half a foot. The conductor glanced sideways and said, "I want to see your certificate! It must have the steel seal of the Disabled Persons' Federation." The middle-aged man had a bitter expression on his face as he explained, "I don't have local household registration, so they wouldn't issue me a disability certificate. Moreover, I worked at a private construction site, and after the accident, the boss ran away. I also didn't have money to go to the hospital for an evaluation..." The train conductor rushed over upon hearing the news and inquired about the situation. The middle-aged man once again explained to the train conductor that he was disabled and had bought a ticket at the same price as a disabled person's ticket... The train conductor also asked, "Where is your disability certificate?" The middle-aged man said he didn't have a disability certificate, then showed the train conductor his half foot. The train conductor didn't even look, and with impatience, he said, "We only recognize certificates, not people! With a disability certificate, you're disabled, and with a disability certificate, you can enjoy the benefits of a disabled person's ticket. You'd better make up the fare quickly!" The middle-aged man immediately deflated. He searched through all his pockets and luggage, but only had a few dollars, which wasn't enough to make up the fare. He pleaded with the train conductor in a tearful voice, "After my foot was crushed by a machine and lost half of it, I could no longer work, I didn't have any money, and I couldn't even return to my hometown. This half-price ticket was bought with money pooled together by fellow villagers. Please let me go this time!" The train conductor firmly said, "That's impossible." The female conductor seized the opportunity to suggest to the train conductor, "Let him shovel coal at the front of the train, as voluntary labor." The train conductor thought for a moment and said, "Good idea!" An old man sitting across from the middle-aged man disapproved. He stood up and stared into the train conductor's eyes, saying, "Are you a man?" The train conductor replied, puzzled, "What does that have to do with whether I'm a man or not!" "Just tell me, are you a man!" "Of course I'm a man." "How do you prove you're a man? Show us your man card!" Everyone around burst out laughing. The train conductor hesitated and said, "I'm standing here as a big man, how could that be fake?" The old man shook his head and said, "I'm like you, I only recognize certificates, not people. With a man card, you're a man; without a man card, you're not a man." The train conductor was stumped and couldn't think of a response. The female conductor stepped forward to diffuse the situation for the train conductor. She said to the old man, "I'm not a man, you can talk to me." The old man pointed his finger at her nose and said, "You're not even human!" The conductor exploded in anger and screeched, "Clean up your mouth! Tell me, if I'm not human, what am I?!" The old man remained calm, smiled cunningly, and said, "Are you human? Then good, show us your human card..." Once again, everyone around burst into laughter. Only one person didn't laugh, it was the middle-aged man with only half a foot. He fixed his gaze on everything before him, and before long, his eyes brimmed with tears, whether from委屈, gratitude, or hatred... Because they are farmers, they cannot support their large families by farming alone, so they come to the city - you call them migrant workers. Because they lack education, they can't find easy jobs, so they can only do dirty, tiring, dangerous manual labor that you look down upon, using their hands to build your towering office buildings. They don't have your insurance, they may not even know whom to seek compensation from after an accident. Those migrant workers you look down upon, they are the greatest people. They are simple and honest, lacking the cunning that comes from living in society for too long. While you are relaxing in air-conditioned offices playing on computers, perhaps they are working overtime on the rooftops of construction sites under the sun, thinking about earning more money to buy some good tutoring materials for their children and add a few new clothes for their wives... How can their dignity be trampled by your ignorant ones?! I like the old man's line: "You're not even human!" Not because you don't have a human card, but because you lack a human heart. A person who loses their humanity doesn't deserve to be called human! If you don't forward this, you're not Chinese. ------------------------------------------ Reposted from: Lone Beast Use QQ email to subscribe to the reading space of Lone Beast What is a reading space?