The door of the storage room downstairs was a little rusty, so it was troublesome to find someone to paint it, so I decided to do it myself.

Strolling around the paint shop is a bit dazzling. The shopping guide came in a hurry, and there was a bombardment of introductions. I'm worried that she thinks of herself as a big client, and it's impolite to interrupt. When she finished, she said timidly, I'll buy some paint and paint a small iron gate. I noticed that the shopping guide's expression didn't turn from his eyes to Yin as expected. He was still smiling. I relaxed a lot, so I got up the courage to ask a lot of detailed questions about painting and got satisfactory answers. Finally, I came back with a 900 ml bottle of paint and half a bottle of gasoline as a gift.

When I get home, I mean it. I didn't hurry to change clothes, so I went downstairs in a white shirt. Mother said, "Change your clothes. You can't wash them off with paint. " I replied, "Never mind, I'll be careful." The wife went on to say, "You often walk by the river. How can you not wet your shoes?" "Really?" I'm a little unconvinced, so give it a try, I thought.

The first step is to polish the surface of the door with gauze. I have confidence in the wind direction first, then stand in a good position to avoid iron filings blowing on me, and then carefully wipe the door inside and out. Finished, check the clothes, spotless. Secretly pleased.

Then enter the most critical period, carefully pry open the paint box cover with a screwdriver, inject a little gasoline, then stir it evenly with a stick, take out the paint brush and start working. Although I haven't painted it, I've seen it while others are painting it, so I just imagine how others work and brush it back and forth. The effect is not bad. The more skilled you brush, the more exciting you brush. In a short time, the whole door has been brand-new and full of sense of accomplishment.

However, I didn't let my guard down. I hold my sleeves high and don't go near the door when I brush them. At the end of the first time, I looked up and down, and there was not a drop of paint on my shirt. He shouted at his wife, "What's the matter? Walking by the river forever can keep your shoes moist! " My wife smiled and said she didn't believe me. She turned around and kept looking at me. I proudly opened my arms for her to check. Suddenly she grabbed my left hand and pointed to the button on the cuff and said, "Look, what is this?" I was surprised to find two dark red spots on my left cuff. "How is that possible?" I looked at these two red dots carefully. They are actually two drops of paint, which are still wet. It turns out that when I focused on my right hand with a brush, I ignored my left hand on the side. I sighed and used a popular phrase: "It's really impossible to prevent!" When I brushed for the second time, I couldn't concentrate because of the loss of confidence. As a result, the cuff of my right hand was red.

I am really convinced, or the old saying is right: always walk by the river, how can you not wet your shoes! I vaguely remember that there is another sentence behind this sentence: "People who drown often swim." I can't help but feel a chill at the thought of this.