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23.04.2020 02:58
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She, like the kind angel who came to the world, left a faint smile here ... One day in Australia during the summer vacation, my mother and uncle drove back from Canberra to Sydney. It was the winter when the north wind roared, and a strong wind rushed in as soon as the door was opened. It was really cold! We parked the car at the door of a McDonald's restaurant and prepared to go in for lunch. I walked out of the car helplessly. Oh, it's so cold! After buying a set of tables, we found a seat by the window and sat down with relish, enjoying the warm air conditioner, and the cold face was much hotter. So comfortable! At this time, an old Australian grandma sitting next to us Marlboro Gold, she smiled at us slightly, as if the winter sun, a warmth spread. Really a kind old lady, I suddenly had an inexplicable affection for her. I took the lid of a glass of juice in the set and put it in tomato sauce. My uncle reminded me: "The juice glass has no lid. If you accidentally knock it over, the juice will be poured out." Think: The tomato sauce is already squeezed in, what else? I continued to deal with my food carelessly. At this moment, with a "snap", the cup was knocked down by my arm, and the drinks in it "fly" out, and the juice was stained on the ground, on the chair, on me, and on the old grandma. At this time, I panicked and thought: What should I do? I stained the clothes of the foreigner. Do you want to pay? She might scold me. What should I do? My face was flushed and I was anxious like the ants on the hot pot Marlboro Lights, uneasy. Mother and uncle saw the situation and apologized to the grandmother while packing up drinks. But who knows, the grandmother was not angry, turned around and smiled kindly to us, took out her clean napkin and handed it to us, and ran to the service counter to collect a lot of napkins, let us pack up the remaining juice, and helped the waiter Juice on the ground. I was busy for a while, and finally dealt with it cleanly, but the drinks from the grandma's body were still conspicuously there, shining in my eyes. It turned out that she had been busy for a while, and she was helping us but didn't care about her clothes. I just wanted to step forward and handed her a napkin. I saw that she took out a crumpled tissue and wiped the residual juice on her body Carton Of Cigarettes, disposed of her food tray, and waved the old, wrinkled The hand, with a faint, yet elegant smile, then pushed out the door and disappeared into our sight. My heart is sour, there is an indescribable taste, the old lady I never knew, thank you! |
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