在我家楼下的街对面,有一家夜市小吃摊。每当夜幕降临,总有热腾腾的饺子香味飘来。这家小吃摊是一对夫妻在经营,他们来自乡下,因为女儿在城里的中学读高中,夫妻俩便把农田交给亲戚耕种,在城里租了房,靠经营这街边小摊来维持一家人的生活。最初,他们的生意几乎门可罗雀,两口子穿着粗布衣服,在昏黄的街灯下,向每一个路人傻呵呵地笑。然而,生意依然不见好转。有一天,我这个来自乡下的城里人,出于一种怜 Downstairs in my house across the street, there is a night market snack stalls. Whenever night falls, there are always hot dumplings smell floating. The food stall was run by a husband and wife who came from the country because her daughter was in high school in town and the couple gave farmland to relatives for farming and rented a house in the city. Maintain family life. Initially, their business almost glorious, the couple dressed in rough clothes, in the dim street lights, silly smile to every passer-by. However, business is still not improving. One day, I, a man from the countryside, out of a kind of pity