学校附近有个补鞋店。这个店开了许多年,应该比我的工龄还长。依稀记得我来这里工作的第一天,去镇上买生活用品,这夫妻俩就在这里补鞋,刷鞋,换拉链等。都是手工活,生意倒不错。他们的小女儿眼见着都长大了,该是上初中了?每日路过,经常打招呼,也算是熟人。今天下班,又路过补鞋店。“老师!”补鞋店主特意站起来,叫我。“有事?”我望着他。“老师我想跟你说个事。”他说。“什么?”我走过去,站在他店子前面。 There is a shoe shop near the school. This store has been open for many years and should be longer than my working age. Vaguely remember the first day I came to work here, go to the town to buy daily necessities, the couple here to fill shoes, shoes, for zippers. All live by hand, business is not bad. Their little daughter saw her eyes grow up, and was junior high school? Passed daily, often say hello, can be considered an acquaintance. Today off work, and pass the shoe shop. “Teacher! ” Shoes owner stood up and called me. “Something? ” I looked at him. “Teacher I want to tell you something. ” He said. “What? ” I walked over and stood in front of his shop.