The emotion that blends into the bones and blood (short story)


I pushed my bicycle to the garage.

The old man repairing the car, was carefully examining an electric car, and soon started to clean it up. By the way, I heard the problem with my car.

Looking at the busy and old figure, I can't help but think of the past 28 years ago.

It was an afternoon after rain.

I squatted beside him with unpredictability.

According to the theory of same-sex repulsion and opposite-sex attraction, I chose this honest-looking car repairer.

After half a month, the car croaked all the way, which really made me deplore. It must have been the last time the shrewd little lady was doing tricks while repairing the car.

I pretended to watch intently.

Because my glasses hinder the only two beautiful windows in my facial features, I have always been naked.

So in fact I can't see anything.

He seems to be a little cramped, not slow but more serious.

The messy parts are replaced and replaced.

While I chatted with him about the car one after another, I quickly estimated the price in my heart, and I was always ready to shout "too expensive" when he asked for the price.In order to bargain with him. I have to tell him that I am a complete proletariat---separated relatives

, a young student who goes to university at his own expense; now that the cost of going to school is high, my stretched life is really sympathetic...

"Okay!" His simple and honest voice made me stunned.

"Oh, it's very fast." I slowed down my fast-moving eyeballs and squatted.

"Fortunately, it came early, otherwise the whole will have to be replaced. You see." He seemed to be afraid that I would not believe it, and he handed over the replaced one and didn't know what it was. In fact, I was whispering to myself, you would all say that, last time the shrewd little lady wanted to announce that all the parts in my car were scrapped.

I took it and placed it in front of my eyes. As expected, the thick iron skin was worn through. Presumably it was the result of my insistence on riding "assure Qingshan not to relax."

"How much is it?" I asked in a stance.

He looked at me. "Are you a student?"

"Ah. You look so accurate!" I said vainly. In fact, with my baby face, I will still be as young as a student in another five years.

"Give me a piece."

"Huh?" I stare at it, so cheap?

"Is it expensive?"

"No, it's right."

The last time the little lady asked me for ten dollars for something similar to this time.That cruel one.

I straightened up and paid for it, thinking it was really cheap.

He reached out and grabbed something from the ground and stood up on the small stool.

"You----", I squeezed a dollar hand and retracted it into my bag.

I suddenly noticed that it was a walking stick!

He looked at him and said, "My leg is lame, a memorial left on the battlefield."

"Are you a soldier?" I have always held persistent and innocent respect for an olive-green soldier.

He smiled slightly, "Retired."

"Your charge is too low." Suddenly I felt that one dollar was ashamed of his busy half-day, so I handed over ten dollars.

"I didn't do it for money, but I always felt sorry for the underground comrades and the uniform that I took off when I was idle."

I stretched out my hand to block the nine yuan he handed over.

"Save the money," he pushed over, "Buy a few more good books, study hard, remember that the peace and tranquility you have now is the blood and life of countless people in exchange for it."

I looked at the hands that used to hold the gun, greasy and cracked, but still tough and strong.

"The car is repaired!" The old but hearty voice rang. I wake up from the memories.

This is a well-known car repair shop with good car repair technology and the lowest charge.

has been 28 years and has never disappointed.

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