The South Street intersection is the most prosperous part of the town. When a countryman comes to the town, whether it is from the south to the north, or from the east to the west, he has to pass through there. There are many shops along the street, and there are more stalls. There is a fixed repair booth in the northwest of the intersection, a large wooden cabinet converted from a flatbed truck, and the cabinet is placed inside, and the outside of the frame is hung with different models of bicycle accessories. On the ground next to the flatbed truck are a pile of repair tools, such as pumps, wrenches, knives, and pliers. There was also a washbasin with half a basin of water, two small stools, and a car repair master sitting on it laughing and laughing, and people called him Master Hai.
Master Hai has been there for many years to repair the car, and no one can say for sure. In the early seventies, I was teaching in the countryside, riding a bicycle, passing by every day to and from work, and he was there. No matter the spring, summer, autumn or winter, in the morning he pulled the modified flatbed truck from home early to support it, and at night, he sorted the tools scattered on the ground, installed them and returned the same way, never delaying day after day.
Winters in the mountains are particularly cold, and whenever this season comes out in the morning, a small stove made of small iron barrels is hung on the pole of the flatbed truck. The small stove was placed in front of the stall, and people who passed by liked to warm their frozen hands, "This ghost day, it's so cold!" "And then on the road. There are many cars repaired in the town, but they are not as good as the business of Master Hai. Here to inflate, repair tires, change spokes, change inner and outer tires, change chains, change bearings, change baskets, ring bells, all the parts on the bicycle. If it is a car repair, the master repairs, the owner roasts the fire, and then the difficult car is repaired, the master will fix it in a while. The master is familiar with the bicycle as if he were familiar with his own body, and he can also load the dismantled bicycle with his eyes closed. Later, Xu was afraid of trouble, and Master Hai's flatbed truck simply did not pull back all year round, put the miscellaneous objects into the wooden cabinet, and locked it with an iron lock. Immediately to the west of the car stall is a braised noodle restaurant with national characteristics, specializing in halal noodles, at noon, a bowl of braised noodles is brought to the front of the stall, and the master eats three times five divided by two and then repairs, never delaying the repair of the car. Every time a tire pnies, "Hit yourself." "The master is busy with the work in hand, telling you the place of the deflator with his eyes, and there is no charge for pumping. For decades, I can't remember how many cylinders were used.
With the development of society, most people have ridden motorcycles and electric vehicles. The business of repairing bicycles is getting weaker and weaker, and most of the several car repair shops in the town have changed their business, and only Master Hai is still insisting. No matter what car has wheels, there will always be tire repairs to inflate. Besides, the master still has a livelihood, that is, writing. When he was in business, he took a brush from the tool cabinet and dipped it in the water in the basin to practice writing on the cement floor. Over time, I have practiced a good word. Every year, on the twentieth day of the waxing moon, a simple table will be added next to the master's car repair stall to write couplets and sell couplets. His words are vigorous and powerful, the content is trendy, often a circle of people around the table, while watching and "sighing" praise, I can't imagine that a pair of rough big hands that often repair cars hold that small pen holder, and even dance freely. Even the drivers who come and go from east to west don't forget to stop and buy a few paintings to carry back. At this time of year, Master Hai's lover also comes to help, cutting paper, mixing ink, packaging, collecting money, and is very busy. If there is a tire replacement at this time, it is all up to his lover. Xu is subtly, perhaps hurting himself, the stall is busy, his lover always comes to help. Over time, with a simple job, she can also be alone. Gradually, the master's writing became more famous than the car repair craft, and some "celebrities" in the town also came to him and asked him to write an inscription on the book for himself. Once I was changing my motorcycle for a tire, chatting with my master, he handed me a book, pointed to a passage on the title page, and said that he had written it. "Just making a wedding dress for others," he said, his dark face full of smiles, and he continued to work on his work.
After retiring, I went to live in the city, began to get used to it, and returned to the town every year to live for a period of time. When I go back, I always go to the master's booth to sit for a while, listen to master Hai talk about the strange things of the town and talk about the development and changes of the town. Gradually, we became more acquainted. Master Hai is a Hui nationality, who has been a folk teacher, engaged in social education, and lost his hand with the gong family. Now that the children are married, his family has repeatedly urged him not to do it again. It's just that he can't let go of the work he has been doing for a lifetime, "I'm the only one in the town, if I close my business, I really have to meet a person who beats up the tire, but it will be difficult." "In the middle of talking, someone pushed a motorcycle." There's business! "I stood up." It's okay, you sit, just for a while. "He supports the guest's motorcycle," there was a book on it. That's when I noticed 'The Funeral of a Muslim' on the car cabinet. Picking up the book I flipped through it casually, "You also read such a thick book?" "Blind look, kill time." As he spoke, he had pulled open the outer tube, removed it and breathed it out, and then swirled the flushed inner tube around in the water of the basin. Find the place where the air leaks, then apply glue with the frustration hair, take out a piece of film to tear off the outer film, press it, and tap it with a small hammer. Then one hand reached into the outer tube, the other hand slowly turned, "there is", he said as he pulled out the iron nail with pliers, and then installed the inner and outer tubes, and then inflated and propped up. The whole action is clean and sharp, in one go. Returning to the topic of books, "The Funeral of a Muslim" is Hoda's famous work that won the third Mao Dun Literature Prize. In addition to this award, the book has won many awards, and in 1989, the Central People's Radio broadcast the full text of the book. The novel has shaped many characters such as Liang Yiqing and Han Ziqi. Master Hai talked about the artistic achievements and characters of the novel, which was completely expert. Talking about the book's description of the various rituals and canons of Islam, the master was even more pleased. It was as if it was not Hoda who wrote the book but himself.
Later, when I returned to the town and passed the "ten" intersection of South Street, I found that the car repair booth had been built into a building. I thought of the sea master who repaired the car, asked others, said that it was no longer dry, and went home to retire. Yes, it is time to rest, Xiao Hai Xu has already become an old sea, right?
This summer, I went back to my home in the town, once rode a motorcycle to the village, and when I came back, I passed the waterworks street, and suddenly found an old man sitting on the side of the road, with a gas cylinder, several tools, and a basin filled with water. Isn't this Master Hai? It's just that flatbed trucks full of accessories are missing, and the small wooden stools where they sit have become recliners with backrests. "What's the matter with you?" I parked the car and asked curiously. He pointed to a small courtyard behind him, "This is my home, it is uncomfortable to be idle," he said, holding the recliner in his hand, standing up a little difficult, "in case anyone passes by and breathes." There was still a simple smile on his dark face.
On the way home, I kept thinking about the car repair shop at the south street entrance and the small stove in the winter.
About author:Xu Kuiming, senior secondary school teacher title, principal of junior high school, retired. He has published more than ten educational teaching papers in various newspapers and periodicals in provinces and cities. He has won the title of municipal excellent teacher and outstanding educator for many times. In her spare time, she enjoys reading and writing.
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