It was almost evening this time, and I remembered to use my best friend to give me a pair of elastic straps.
went around the vegetable market and went back two times before finding it. Next to a small intersection, there were two stalls for repairing shoes and clothes, one on the left and one on the right of the intersection.
I chose the stall on the right where I had just modified my clothes and handed my pants over to the aunt. Unexpectedly, the uncle next to her reached out to take it, so I pointed to the waist of my pants and said I wanted to change the elastic band on the waist of my pants.
Uncle looked at me and pulled his waist. I nodded and sat on the bench next to the stall. The uncle immediately picked up the scissors and started to pick the thread of the waistband.
is probably because of the denim material. The threads are dense and sturdy, which is really hard to pick. Seeing this, the aunt next to him quickly took a pair of scissors to help. Unexpectedly, the uncle waved his hand and refused to let her participate. He only picked up the waist of the pants on one side, which meant that the aunt could help him carry it.
I sat on a long bench and saw this scene. I picked up my phone and took a photo. At that time, I felt very warm.
says that the old companion is with me. Seeing the uncle and aunt setting up the stall, they are very tacit, helping each other, and thinking about each other, I understand the meaning of the old companion.
They don’t have any language communication, and they may not even speak love words in private, but with one move and one look, they only know the other’s intentions, and then cooperate silently. Compared to sweet words, I prefer to see such a real life.
The sky gradually became darker and there was no light on the stall, so the uncle was a little anxious and asked the aunt to stay away.
I thought it was too cumbersome to pick the threads. The uncle got angry. After closer inspection, I realized that neither of them could speak.
was feeling guilty that I shouldn't have used my clothes to repair them so late. The aunt pulled the sleeves of the uncle's clothes and pointed to the lamp outside the grocery store next to her. The uncle was still bowing his head and busy removing the thread.
I opened my mouth and said, forget it, let’s not change it.
, but they didn't say anything to each other, and they couldn't bear to say it. After all, they were busy for a long time and said they wouldn't repair it anymore. They were quite embarrassed.
So, the words to your mouth become: How much does it cost?
When the aunt saw me talking, she pointed to her ear, then to the uncle, and then waved her hand, Oh, it wasn't until this moment that they realized that they couldn't hear it and couldn't say it.
I felt a little guilty and sad at the moment, but I had a little more admiration for them.
, and the ends of the line are getting darker. In autumn, it becomes darker. The uncle pulled out the old elastic band, took out the new elastic band, and stuffed it into a ruler bit by bit. After it was stuffed into a complete circle, the two ends met, and showed it to me again, which meant that I could see if the elastic band was suitable for my waist. I gestured, then retracted the two ends a little, nodded at the uncle, and handed him his pants.
The uncle sat down and took scissors and cut it, and then used the machine to sew shoes to prepare to smack the head of the elastic band.
Auntie Yes, pointing her finger at me, then pointing at the uncle's position, and then I reacted that I wanted me to illuminate it.
So I turned on the flashlight function of my phone to let the light shine.
Maybe I thought I was taking too far, so my aunt took my phone and walked to the needle where the uncle wanted to thread it. She returned the phone to me when the uncle passed it through it.
The uncle smacked the interfaces at both ends and handed his pants to the aunt. The aunt picked up her pants and walked towards the door of the grocery store, then squatted down and sewed the opening.
And the uncle started to clean up the scattered things, including the aunt's zippers to change clothes, a box of threads of various colors, as well as the uncle's tools to repair shoes, glue for repair shoes, etc.
All kinds of things were sorted out by the uncle's rough hands one by one, stuffed them into the cabinet, and then the head of the sewing machine used by the aunt was removed. After finishing it, the door of the cabinet was locked, and the sewing machine was wrapped in cloth, tied the rope, and the two left.
I looked at the intersection where only two packed tool boxes were left on both sides, and I took my pants and left.
While riding a bike back, I thought, why do I have to wear these pants for a few years, one is given by my best friend, and the other is made by two caring couples.
Maybe they have been through the ups and downs of their lives by sewing and repairing them. The tacit understanding and concern between them have also been accumulated over time.
For them, there are no sweet words or warm hugs. They can’t even say “I love you” in their lives, but their love is the most down-to-earth.
How great would it be if love could be stitched and then be intact.
Unfortunately, what we have lost now is far more than we can use it to make up for, let alone love.
