Tan Lin hesitated for a moment and pointed to the bike chain, "It fell off several times along the way. Uncle, can you check it for me?"
Although it has not slipped since she came out of campus, she cannot guarantee whether it will slip again on the way home at night. She has already come here, so she is ready to check it thoroughly.
The middle-aged man at the car repair shop glanced at her, nodded, came over, bent down to prop up the car, grabbed the foot pedal with his right hand and shook it hard a few times, clapped his hands and stood up.
"fine."
Huh? Tan Lin looked at the uncle who was repairing the car, and then at her own car. Is it okay?
Could it be that the kind-hearted boy really fixed it?
Tan Lin couldn't help but lowered her head and looked at her car again. She remembered that two months ago, when the car repairman repaired the chain for her, he told her that it would be replaced with a new one in two months.
Now, is it actually okay?
Well, this uncle’s car repair skills are not very good? He’s not as good as a junior high school student??!
Tan Lin thought for a moment and looked at the uncle who was repairing the car. He was so unkind!!
Did he think she didn't remember him?
This is so unkind, I will never come here for maintenance again!
Tan Lin glanced at the back of the man who was repairing the car with some displeasure, then turned to the left side of the car, pushed the car, and prepared to leave.
"Wait a minute," the uncle who repaired the car suddenly turned around and waved a small bottle in his hand, "Although it is a newly replaced chain, there is no lubricant. I will add some lubricant for you to make it ride better.
The easier it is, the longer it will last.”
Huh? Tan Lin was a little stunned. Looking at the car repairman who came over and knelt down to add lubricant, several emotions suddenly came out.
The uncle who repaired the car said it was a new chain? Why didn’t she see it?!
Who helped her change the new chain? She just finished class, packed up her books and came out. There was no way someone could have run to the parking lot to help her change the chain before she came out so quickly!
How can it be so fast?
"Uncle, how long does it take to change the chain?" Tan Lin thought for a while and asked, "Is it difficult to change the chain?"
She suddenly wondered if she had thought wrong?
It shouldn't be the tall boy who reunited who helped me. Which boy would have the foresight to put a chain in his schoolbag?
How strange!
"Haha," the uncle who repaired the car shook the pedal a few more times, stood up, and said with a smile, "Okay."
After saying that, he took off the somewhat dirty gloves on his hands and placed them on the small stool one meter away behind him like the previous small bottle. Then, he turned around and looked at Tan Lin again.
"It's just like when you go to school. It's difficult for those who don't know it, but it's not difficult for those who can."
Tan Lin looked steadily at the uncle who was repairing the car. Her words seemed to be reasonable, but, again, she did not answer her question!
"Under normal circumstances, it will take about ten minutes." The repairman smiled and sat on the stool, "Okay, you can ride away, and there will be no problem until you graduate."
Huh? Tan Lin, who had some understanding at first, couldn't help but be startled again. Graduation?
Does the uncle who repairs the car know that she is a junior high school student?
It seems that, including this time, she has only been here twice in total.
The reason is very simple. The bike I ride was a new one I bought in the first semester of junior high school!
She had not paid much attention to this uncle's car repair shop before, and only took a few glances at it when she came to repair the car two months ago.
She never talked much, so she didn't ask how long this car repair shop had been here. She just took a few glances: behind the tarpaulin shed supported by four pillars, there was a south-facing asbestos tile shed.
A small house with one door and one window.
She didn't see the furnishings in the room because the door was ajar, and she could only see a corner of the table.
Now it seems, ahem, she still doesn't know, because the uncle who repaired the car last time didn't chat with her either.
"Our kid is also in the third grade of junior high school in this school," the car mechanic grinned and raised his hand to point to the school three hundred meters to the south. "In a blink of an eye, I have been here with him for three years."
I see?!
Tan Lin was a little relieved, but then she became a little confused. What does the uncle's child studying here in the third grade of junior high school have to do with her? She didn't know that child!
Even if the child knew her, ahem, the uncle who repaired the car wouldn't know her, right?
The last time she came to have her car repaired, there was only one car repairman in the car repair shop! She never saw the child he mentioned coming out or eating in the house?
Tan Lin couldn't help but look past the car repairman sitting on the stool and towards the door behind him.
"I'm alone here," the car repairman laughed. "The kid is still studying in school. He goes home at night and doesn't live here."
Tan Lin looked away, looked at the car repairman, nodded, and held onto the handlebar.
"Originally I planned to live here because it would be convenient to get out of school in the morning and evening, but the child disagreed and said that living at home would allow him to communicate with his classmates. I think he was right," the uncle who repaired the car smiled and said. "I will go back half an hour after you finish school, unless it rains or snows."
Does this count as chatting with her?
Tan Lin raised her eyes and glanced at the uncle who was repairing the car.
But, does the content of these chats have anything to do with her?
She only cares about one issue now, her car. Who "quietly", "kindly" and "anonymously" helped her replace the car chain with a new one?
"Uncle, how much does this bicycle chain cost?"
Tan Lin thought for a while and asked, "Can I just change it without tools?"
"Five yuan a piece," the car repairman laughed, "Of course not, of course you need tools."
Five yuan a piece? The last time she repaired the chain, she spent one yuan. From the corner of her eye, she glanced at the wooden board leaning against the pillar on the left, which read:
It costs 10 cents to inflate, 2 cents to repair a tire hole, 5 yuan to replace a tire, 5 yuan to replace a chain.
The price is not expensive!
When her eyes fell on her car, she was a little confused. Who was so kind as to help her change the chain with bare hands? This person is really amazing!
She suddenly wanted to thank that person.
She only had three yuan with her. One week, her mother gave her three yuan. These three yuan were the remaining three yuan that she had not spent last week.
Her mother said that she would occasionally let her go to the canteen at the school gate to buy some delicious food, or go to the school cafeteria to eat something different from what she had at home.
It's been three years, and she hasn't eaten in the school cafeteria five times. The reason is that the pots of cooked food don't look as appetizing as the rice her mother gave her.
What's more, the school cafeteria originally served only a few dishes, but there were quite a few large steam ovens left for the students to steam and heat rice.
As for the snack bar that was newly opened last year outside the school gate, ahem, she ate the rice noodles and rice noodles sold there once, and then never ate them again.
In terms of taste, it is not as delicious as the food she had at Jingyun No. 1 Middle School.
Which kind person helped her?
Tan Lin suddenly thought of the tall boy she met in the morning, but felt that it was not the case.
"Uncle, which class is your child in?"
She asked casually, pretending to be casual.
"Class 1, Grade 3." The car mechanic grinned, "My grades don't count, I should be able to get into a key high school."