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Old man repairing shoes. What remains in my memory is an old man who repaired shoes, and whenever I walked to school, his thin body and kind face would appear in front of me. Two years ago, under a tall plane tree on my way to school, there was an extra thin old man and a tall, narrow wooden box.
Every morning, the old man would creak under the tree with a large box, take out a canvas maza from the wooden box, then pull up the suture head, and then spread a plastic sheet on the ground, which is not yellow or white, and wait for the customers to visit. It was a kind-looking old man with a few deep wrinkles carved into his yellowish forehead, and a pair of eyes behind his reading glasses that were slightly upward, and he always looked smiling. The old man not only repairs shoes with a good attitude and low fees, but also repairs shoes that are firm and sturdy.
So, people were willing to come to him to fix their shoes. After a long time, we are familiar with it. Sometimes when school is early, I always like to squat at the shoe stall to watch him mend his shoes, and sometimes when there is no business, he asks me to take off my shoes for him to see, or glue a piece of rubber to the upper, or sew a few stitches on the writing surface, and the shoes he repairs are heel and comfortable.
When I wanted to pay, he always smiled and said, "It's a pro bono service, you have to pay until you earn a salary." Not long ago, a peasant woman came in a hurry, stilted her right foot, the upper and sole of the cloth shoe were almost separated, the old man took the shoe, stitched it up stitch by stitch, and after the shoe was repaired, the sister-in-law looked at it and was very satisfied, but when she paid the money, she found that her wallet was missing, and she was so anxious that beads of sweat oozed from the tip of her nose.
When the old man asked, he learned that her house was 100 miles away from here, and not only could she not pay for the repair of her shoes, but she also had no money to pay for the journey home. The old man looked at her anxious appearance, took out two ten-yuan bills from her body, handed them over, and said, "Take this money, and be careful when you go out in the future."
The sister-in-law hurriedly waved her hand: "How can this work?" I can't help but pay for shoe repairs, so how can I ask for your money again?
The old man smiled heartily and said: "When people go out, there will always be difficulties, and it is always the right to help each other, so don't shirk it." The sister-in-law accepted the money and said excitedly
You are such a good person, I will definitely return the money to you next time I go to town. The old man smiled and said, "Hurry up!"
Don't take this money to heart. A few days passed, and the old man was not seen. One day, I unexpectedly met the girl who was bringing him food, with a black veil on her left arm, and I went to inquire and learned that the old man had been dead for two days.
After lunch, I suddenly saw a woman carrying a basket of eggs asking passers-by about something, I took a closer look, isn't this the sister-in-law who lost the money last time? In an instant, the kind face of the old man appeared in front of me again. In the tears of tears, it was as if I saw the thin figure of the old man again, and the ...... of customers who surrounded him to repair his shoes
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