Out of the corner of my eye, I was accidentally attracted by a pair of white sandals. Aren't these the sandals my grandma bought for me not long ago on market day? I only wore it a few times, but it d

Out of the corner of my eye, I was accidentally attracted by a pair of white sandals. Aren't these the sandals my grandma bought for me not long ago on market day? I only wore it a few times, but it didn't seem very comfortable, so I put it under the wooden sofa and accumulated some dust. "Selling ice cream bars~ Selling ice cream bars~" The voice became more and more distant, and I was struggling in my heart. If grandma found out, she would be beaten up. Ah~ But the ice cream seller is about to leave. He is riding a bicycle, and I can’t catch up. I pushed the tatters aside and pulled out the white sandals from under the wooden sofa. I tore, broke, and pulled them with a grin on my face...but they were still fine. "Selling ice cream bars! Selling ice cream bars!" I heard the shouting and felt panicked. No one was home at the moment. Why don't I go to grandpa's room to get a pair of scissors? No, no, you will be beaten if found out.

"Selling ice cream! Selling ice cream!" This time the cry broke through the last line of defense in my heart. I sneaked into my grandpa's room and took out a pair of scissors from the desk drawer. You have scissors, where do you start? I looked at the white sandal left and right, up and down, and finally found the starting point, right here. I picked up the scissors and cut under the wristband on the side. After cutting, I immediately put the scissors back into my grandfather's drawer, closed the drawer, and patted the drawer door, as if I had made an agreement with the drawer door, "Don't tell your grandparents."

He ran out with his white sandals. At the gate, the ice cream seller had already got on his bicycle and was about to leave. I didn't care, I ran and shouted: "I want to buy ice cream, I want to buy ice cream~". He ran as hard as he could. The ice cream seller must have heard the shouting, looked back, and stopped immediately. Panting and sweating profusely, I stopped in front of the snow crate. "Well, this is a bad pair of shoes." The ice cream seller took the "bad shoes", looked at me, then looked at the "bad shoes", and then threw them into the frame on the side of the bicycle.

I looked up at the dazzling sun and saw the snow crates being opened and closed under the sun. A cold feeling touched my face and disappeared quickly. What a beautiful and happy feeling it was.