There is a small shop in front of the market. The shopkeeper surnamed Zhang is a big fat man. This shop specializes in cigarettes, wine, sugar, tea, eggs and several evening papers. Because of the large customer flow, eggs are fresh.
After listening to the nutrition class, the eggs after seven days have no nutrition. Every time I buy food, I greet the shopkeeper: give me ten yuan and come back to get eggs after buying food, saving time and worry. Every time I come back from shopping, I will see that the shopkeeper has packed the eggs in plastic bags for fear of accidents. Under normal circumstances, Lao Zhang will deliberately add another layer.
To the shopkeeper, I am a loyal customer. Because I'm not the only one selling his eggs. And I can buy it in any small shop. There seems to be a tacit understanding between us: every time I trust the eggs handed by Lao Zhang, I won't lose two pounds, which depends on my trust in him. I often feel that trust is built between two parties. If one party doesn't trust the other, it may cause trouble. Otherwise, one day, things finally happened.
The cause of the incident is simple.
As usual, I bought vegetables that day and came back to get eggs. Lao Zhang took my money, looked around, then picked it up and took a photo in the light. I felt sick all over at once. The money was withdrawn from the bank yesterday, so it can't be fake. What bothers me most is his suspicious eyes. From that moment on, I had an idea in my heart that I would never buy Lao Zhang's eggs again.
Lao Zhang will still open his shop and do his business. He may never know that he has lost one of his most loyal customers.
One day I went to the post office to post a letter, but I was suddenly stopped by a little girl at the post office. Uncle, can you lend me two dollars? I lost my wallet. My home is in the country and I want to go home by car. ? That little girl is very small, younger than my son, and looks like she is eleven or twelve years old. Everyone feels the same way. I took out five dollars and handed it to her. She left with a thousand thanks.
It's so dramatic. When I went to the post office that day, I suddenly found that I wanted to post a letter, but I left my address at home. When I rode home and arrived at the post office again, I was really shocked.
The little girl is still at the door, still saying the same thing.
I suddenly feel like crying.
I didn't accuse the little girl. I'm afraid she'll be embarrassed to see it I slipped into the post office through another door.
Trust is fragile and subtle, lest it be polluted a little. Trust is always mutual.
When you trust others, or are trusted by others, there will be a kind of warmth in your heart.
Really, that kind of warmth warms your heart like spring.
Chapter 2: Trust Composition 800 After several days of continuous autumn rain, my disrepair house leaked. Rain dripped into the pots and pans in the house through the cracks in the roof, making a monotonous sound? Tick-tock, tick-tock sound. Hey, it's really annoying.
Finally, I hoped that the rain would clear up, so I repeatedly urged my father to find someone to repair the house. Dad went out for a long time before he found a bricklayer to repair the house. He is short, dark and fat. People often say that an autumn rain followed by a cold, but on such a cold day, he only wore a shirt, a fat and long shirt, like wearing a miniskirt, and walked like a fan. I secretly laughed while covering my mouth, thinking: How did Dad find such a funny person? Can this man really repair a house? ?
I stood in the yard trembling and watched him repair the house with my own eyes. I saw him carefully take off the one on him? Mini skirt? Wrap it in newspaper and put it in your schoolbag. Ah, why does he only wear a vest on such a cold day? Although I wore autumn clothes and a thick coat, I still felt goose bumps on my back. The little craftsman went into the house to see the leaking place, and then put the ladder on the eaves. Hey? A few times I shoveled a big piece like a monkey. The little craftsman shoveled the soil into a small bamboo basket and hung it under the house with a rope. Then he came down from the ladder, mixed some cement and skillfully put it in a black soft rubber bucket. He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Hey? I picked up the cement bucket with a bang and climbed the ladder to the room with a trembling voice, which scared me to help him hold the ladder quickly.
Cement barrels were transported to the house barrel by barrel, covering the cracks and surrounding roofs. The little craftsman leveled and compacted the cement over and over again with a trowel, and then left the room. I don't know whether it was because of cold or fatigue. As soon as he stepped on the ladder, his legs were shaking.
The little craftsman came into the room, squinted at the repaired roof and smiled with satisfaction. I saw it and said jokingly, don't be too happy, maybe the roof will crack again in the future! ? I didn't expect the little craftsman to be serious. He said seriously. The next rain, if the house doesn't leak, you pay again. If the house leaks, I'll rebuild it for you, and you don't need money. ? Say that finish, I packed my things and disappeared.
A few days later, it rained heavily again, and the house didn't leak any more. My hanging heart is put down. A few days later, the little craftsman came, and his father paid him and praised him for his good workmanship.
I really regret saying things that hurt the little craftsman that day. As the saying goes, don't judge a book by its cover. ? A small craftsman is not surprising in appearance and doesn't pay attention to clothes, but he has a warm heart and good craftsmanship. Such people are trustworthy.