In the morning, when she passed the fruit stall downstairs, the eldest sister who sold fruit held a large yellow peach, and the peach had a broken skin, and she used a knife to cut the broken place and prepare to eat it herself.
At this time, an old man dressed in red and yellow sanitation overalls pedaled over the tricycle, the car put a broom iron poke or something, hot ð ¥ μ tiger weather, the weather in the early morning was sweltering and unbearable, the old man pedaled very slowly and slowly, and there were beads of sweat on his face.
Suddenly, the fruit sister stopped the old man, handed the big peach in his hand, the old man seemed a little embarrassed, pushed off, and finally could not resist the enthusiasm of the big sister, and took over the kindness of the big sister.
Looking at the happy appearance of the old man eating peaches, I suddenly felt a little touched in my heart.
I went up and bought a watermelon d that wasn't too big, and put it on his tricycle when the old man wasn't paying attention.
Sister Fruit will smile when she looks at me.
I continued running, and my steps seemed much happier.
