Women Who Repair Shoes

Cui Shujun, Room 203, Nanyang Petrochemical dormitory, Jintan Road, Xiuying District, Haikou

Every time you go to the market, you will have a special look at a woman on the shoe repair stand at the market doorway. She is about forty years old. Her skin is very dark. Her figure is fatter than her peers. She always wears a hat and five or six shoes and stalls. Whenever she sees her, she is always busy with shoes, shoes and umbrellas.

There are one or two people waiting in front of the booth.

And one or two of her peers are sitting and waiting for business.

I met her because of a daughter's shoe.

Her daughter is very naughty, usually wears shoes very expensive, and a pair of shiny shoes does not wear for a month. One of them has a small piece of glue on the tip of her shoe, which does not need to be repaired.

I gave her the shoes, and I intended to let her sew it up. She took the shoes and looked at them, saying that the shoes could not be sutured, because the vamp was very thin, and the thread was not long enough to wear. The shoe would be completely worn out, so that the shoes could not be worn. It was better to stick together, and to wear it for some time.

She put down a pair of shoes that were being rubbed. First she carefully swept the slit of the shoes with a small brush, and took out the glue to prepare for sticking. I quickly attached a sentence: "girls love beauty, you have to stick to something nice and sticky, I don't give money."

Although my face is always smiling and tone is mild, she will be able to recognize the thorns in these words.

She still lowered her head and lightly answered me: "aunt, you can rest assured."

The shoes were quickly glued up, and I examined them carefully with my shoes. I could not see the marks that had been repaired.

When I paid for it, I regretted that I had forgotten to say the price well.

Several times before, people were asked for more money because they did not give a price in advance. Although there were not many lines, the feeling of being slaughtered really depressed the mood for a while.

I tentatively took out a dollar and handed it to her. At this time, she looked up and smiled and said to me, "no money, just stick to it."

I was surprised by her words. I looked at her in a calm and honest way. I hurriedly said "thank you" and took the shoes and ran away.

After this, I always wanted to find a chance to return her affection.

After a short time, I looked for several pairs of leather shoes to let her wipe.

When I sat in front of her with a smile, I thought she could recognize me, but from her eyes I could see that she had forgotten me and forgot what happened that day.

I didn't have any special words with me, so I began to shine shoes.

Another gust of wind blew up her hair, which covered her forehead. I found that her forehead was very white. I looked at her silently, thinking that when she was young, she must be a beautiful woman.

In fact, she is still very beautiful.