Feng godmother's will, I went to her grand daughter Fifi mouse to buy walnut.
sell walnut is a middle-aged man looks humble. He lug a load of baskets, the basket price stood two different goods. That bar on the small and delicate scale random put in the basket.
is the afternoon when few people, and his business very light. He squatted beside the basket,
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I stop softly inquired: to see.
Today, more and more of the walnut is expensive. Shopping malls inside the walnut shell thickness, pinching with both hands is not the kind of open, usually 16-18 pound. Better, or as he said this with one hand gently pinch the less will be able to open the walnuts to sell to 25 pound.
I hurry to buy walnut. Usually with children, very few free Dao Chuguang, today hit, not of a non-buying.
I looked at walnuts Condition good. On the boss said:
side while greeting my children not to use hand walnut,
beats by dre, walnut afraid of sharp corners on the delicate hand of a child hurt. Side of the account owner be sure to help me pick a little better, not less I said. I said,
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this time, the boss had said the beginning. One would add a little to come, one will get a two out. Well said, just catty. He looked at me.
I say you help me squeeze one open,
casque beats, and I want to see is not all of them are good.
he said yes, and began with a special clip clip walnut one folder to help me open.
woman is something more,
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I take the opportunity to help me clip his effort walnut joked: He finished walnut clip was about to hand the bag and handed me shrink back. And take the clip off and then eleven folder.
I took the walnut, paid the money, said thank you.
I took a few steps forward with their children, could not help but look back and looked at him -
a thick, old-fashioned clothes, a dark tan face.相关的主题文章:
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And most of all, I will laugh at myself for man is most comical when he takes himself too seriously. Never will I fall into this trap of the mind. For though I be nature's greatest miracle am I not still a mere grain tossed about by the winds of time? Do I truly know whence I came or whither I am bound? Will my concern for this day not seem foolish ten years hence? Why should I permit the petty happenings of today to disturb me? What can take place before this sun sets which will not seem insignificant in the river of centuries?