2. Xiangzi's hands are shaking even more. He picked up the insurance policy and pulled up the car, almost crying. Pull to a secluded place, study your car carefully and try to see your face on the paint board! The more you look at it, the cuter it is. Even if it doesn't meet your ideal, you can forgive it, because it is already your own car.
Xiangzi sat on the new cushion of the dustpan and looked at the shiny brass horn on the handlebar. It suddenly occurred to him that he was twenty-two years old this year. Because his parents died early, he forgot when his birthday was. He hasn't celebrated his birthday since he came to town. Well, I bought a new car today, even on my birthday. It is easy to remember that people own cars. Besides, I made the car by myself, so nothing can't be counted together.
She went there at one o'clock. When she ran back, she was breathless and speechless. She held the table and coughed for a long time before saying, ten dollars for a doctor to come over, just to have a look, whether to send it or not. The delivery is twenty dollars. If you have to go to the hospital, it will cost tens of dollars. "Auspicious elder brother! what do you think? ! "Xiangzi had no choice but to die!
Xiangzi used to be an honest man who loved life. The description of his appearance at the beginning of the novel and the description of his rickshaw pulling are all radiant, which has simply become a hymn of youth, health and labor. The novel uses more space to describe Xiangzi's beautiful inner world. When he was in a rickshaw in Caofula, he accidentally overturned, the car was damaged and the owner was injured. He resigned, willing to pay his master back as compensation, showing his sense of responsibility and honor as a laborer. In a small teahouse on a cold winter night, he bought mutton buns to satisfy his hunger for two generations of old horses and grandsons, and also devoted sincere care and deep sympathy to his suffering partners.