“咯噔——咯噔——”走过老街,依旧听到补鞋机熟练工作的声音,看到街角那个熟悉的补鞋摊,还有摆放在摊边那台年岁已高的收音机。已经摆了几十年的补鞋摊窝在老街的拐角,一台老式的手摇补鞋机、一个看不出颜色的工具箱、一把黑黑的马鞍钉鞋凳、一台声音沙沙的收音机……早已成为老街的一部分。摊主50多岁,街坊邻居没人知道他姓甚名谁,一律都管他叫“鞋老大”。多年的风吹日晒,他有了一身黝黑的健康肤色,苍老的脸上爬满了皱纹,不过壮实的上身与细短的下肢却显得如此格格不入…… “Slightly 噔 - slightly 噔 - ” Walking through the streets, still heard the sound of shoe-making machine skilled work, see the corners of the familiar shoe stalls, as well as placed in the stall that year-old already high radio. Has been put on for decades Dianxiao Wo in the corner of the street, an old-fashioned hand-shoe machine, a can not see the color of the toolbox, a black saddle stool, a sound rustle Radio ... ... has long been part of the streets. Stalls more than 50 years old, neighborhood neighbors no one knows his name or who, all call him “shoes boss ”. Years of wind and sun, he had a healthy dark complexion, old face covered with wrinkles, but the strong upper body and short legs seem so out of tune ... ...