The old man bought food at the stall.

There are guests at home this afternoon, and my mother took me to the market to buy food. The market was crowded with people, so I went to a food stall on the side of the road to buy food. The stall owner is an old man, and you can tell at a glance that he is a weather-beaten old farmer.

Mother asked the price and began to talk with him about the price. But the vegetable seller haggles over every ounce and refuses to cut the score by half. I impatiently urged my mother. My mother was anxious, so she quickly paid for the meal and left in a hurry. Who knows, on the way, my mother found the key missing. What should I do? There will be guests coming later! Thinking of this, my mother showed a disappointed expression on her face. "I must have put it on the stall and lost something. Who will give it to you, let alone a haggard old man? You think it's bad luck! "

After a fierce ideological struggle, my mother decided to go back and try her luck, so we ran to the food market again.

When we got there, we saw that the old man's food had been sold out, but the old man was still there, looking around as if waiting for someone. My mother and I walked over, and my grandfather recognized us and handed the key to my mother with his calloused hand. My mother nodded knowingly to him, and all three of us smiled happily.

Looking at this simple old man in front of me, what can I say? A feeling of guilt arises spontaneously. I wish the old man a safe life!

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