The protagonist is a landlord and cp is a house god. Describe the tenant's life in the form of the first person, only remember that there is a story that seems to be the protagonist of Teacher Xiaowen

The protagonist is a landlord and cp is a house god. Describe the tenant's life in the form of the first person, only remember that there is a story that seems to be the protagonist of Teacher Xiaowen. When I was studying in Singapore, my landlord was a very unique person. He is rich and poor; He is generous and stingy. He owns a two-story garden house worth $360,000, hundreds of shares and a car worth $20,000. Before he retired, he was an electronic engineer with a high income. After retirement, he receives a monthly pension and earns some extra money from time to time. He has no children. All this shows that he is a rich middle-class man. However, let's take a look at his life: freshly squeezed orange juice is reluctant to buy, and only canned concentrated orange juice is bought and mixed with water; I don't want to buy bread, so I cook it at home. Three meals a day is unbearable: two or three pieces of bread, sometimes peanut butter, a few lettuce leaves, a glass of milk, and sometimes baked potatoes. I have never seen him cook fish, meat, chicken, duck and other meat dishes.

Is he a miser? After living for a while, I realized that he donated a lot to various charities every year, and helped many China students to complete their studies.

As I knew the landlord when I was working in Hong Kong, he let me live in his house, and the rent was very cheap. Besides me, there are six overseas students from China in his family. His home has become China's home, and he always proudly tells everyone that we are all his children.

On the second day of living in his house, he invited me out for a walk, and I readily agreed. Unexpectedly, he picked up garbage as soon as he went out. He picked up scraps of paper, peels and drink cups on the roadside and threw them into the trash can. Other people's newspapers were scattered on the ground, and he also pulled them up and put them in front of the door. Sometimes some waste paper skin happens to be in a dirty puddle, so he picks it up and throws it into the trash can, without paying any attention.

After a walk with him, I went from surprise to hesitation to blushing. I blushed for my vanity. So, I also cuff a roll and joined the ranks of garbage inspection. In fact, the faces of passers-by are not disdainful, but written with understanding and respect. He saw a can on the ground, stepped on it, picked it up and put it in his pocket. He proudly said, "It can be sold for a few cents!" " Seeing a penny on the ground, he immediately picked it up and sang a childhood nursery rhyme like a child: "Whoever grabs it will put it away; Whoever loses cries! " A naive smile.

This is the most unforgettable thing during my study abroad, and that song is also my most unforgettable nursery rhyme. Later, I learned that this is the way the landlord goes out to check the garbage every weekend morning. So, as long as I have time, I will go out to pick up garbage with him every weekend morning. We call it "going out for a walk"