我家楼下有一位修鞋师傅,他长得又黑又瘦,是个残疾人,每天坐在轮椅上给人修鞋。虽然修鞋技术很好,但常常为三五块钱,跟顾客讨价还价,不依不饶,有时还争论得面红耳赤。因此,大伙都叫他“老抠”。在小区里,大家从来没见他穿过新衣服,一身分不清颜色的工作服,总是补丁摞补丁。到市场买菜,他总是挑最便宜的买,甚至去捡别人丢弃的菜帮、菜叶。面对众人的冷嘲热讽,他便仰起那总也洗不净的脸庞,淡淡一笑了之。见他如此吝啬,我烦死他了! Downstairs, I have a shoe repair master, he looks dark and thin, is a disabled person, every day in a wheelchair for people to repair shoes. Although the shoe repair technology is very good, but often for three to five dollars, bargain with the customer, not enough to spare, and sometimes arguing was flushed. Therefore, everyone calls him “old pull ”. In the district, we have never seen him through the new clothes, uniforms of color uniforms, patch patch always. To the market to buy food, he always pick the cheapest to buy, or even to pick up discarded vegetables to help others, leaves. In the face of the cynicism of the crowd, he raised his face that always washed the net, a faint smile. See him so stingy, I’m sick of him!