The hot sun of cool

In the summer of the city, there was fire everywhere, and the sun was burning the Earth crazily, as if to dry the water underground. People walking in the sun were like a towel that was almost dried, baked by the evaporated ground temperature, it was almost out of breath. My wife and I rode an electric car on the road, and our eyes were almost unable to open under the sunshine. Originally, I had a pair of sunglasses, but I didn’t know when a screw fell off. The lens drooped down without the fixing of the Screw, so that it could no longer be used, I threw it in the trunk casually. Many times I said to repair it, but finally I forgot. So I had to squint my eyes and drive my wife home with the scorching sun. At this time, there were few people on the road except a few people who were selling car seat cushions, and only people like me who needed to hurry passed by occasionally. When I walked to Century Avenue, I saw an old man sitting on the roadside from a distance. After getting close to him, he realized that he was selling glasses. He sat on a pony stool with his back against the sun. Behind him was a shabby bicycle with a wooden glasses stand in front, there are all kinds of sunglasses and reading glasses in it. He wore an Army blue shirt with sparse and white beard dotted on the lower part of his dark face. He didn’t know whether his face was oily or sweaty, which made him look smooth and bright. His eyes didn’t look straight ahead or look back to look for business opportunities. Instead, he bent down and stared at the glasses booth, almost stunned, as if it could reduce the scorching of the sun. I quickly stopped the electric car and said to him: Old man, do you fix the glasses, such as adding a screw or something? Take it and let me have a look! He looked up at me and said with a smile. I got off the car and opened the trunk, took out the glasses and handed them to him. He took the glasses and didn’t say anything. He went straight to the toolbox and pulled a screw. He found out a screw, made a careful gesture, took out a screwdriver and screwed it up, after twisting it, I handed it to me. I was very grateful and asked: Old man, how much does this cost? He looked at me and said: no money! I said how could it work? You worked so hard in the sun! I touched three coins and handed them over. He said hurriedly: Forget it, what does a screw cost. He blocked the money I handed over again. I said: You are so hard, how can you let you repair my glasses for nothing! He put three coins on his glasses stand. He immediately stood up from the small horse stool and put three coins into the basket in front of my car. Seeing that he was determined not to do so, I had to say thanks to him and left on an electric bike. Walking on the road, I wore the sunglasses that the old man had just repaired for me. Black covered the world, blocking the poisonous sunshine out of my sight, making me feel a little cool. But the old man’s army blue shirt, white beard and dark and shiny face always appeared in my eyes, feeling that I owed him something. I said to my wife sitting behind, let’s go back and buy him a pair of glasses! My wife said forget it, you have a pair of glasses! Who do you buy to wear it? Besides, the weather is so hot, let’s hurry back and have a rest, it’s so hot! I thought for a while, and thought that what my wife said was the same. It was totally unnecessary to buy another pair, and the weather was really hot, so I didn’t insist any more and went back by electric car. Later, when passing Century Avenue, I didn’t see the old man selling glasses again. Maybe he was a mobile stall vendor and shot a gun to change a place. He sent me a piece of coolness under the hot sun, but I couldn’t send him a piece of coolness. I felt a little regretful. In addition to regret, only thanks. Besides gratitude, I also wish him a better life and a better life for all people like him.

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