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“卖豆腐喽,卖豆腐!”只听见楼下传来一阵阵叫卖声。妈妈连忙递给我一个盘子,叫我去买豆腐。我跑下楼去,一下愣住了,原来是一个十二三岁的小男孩在卖豆腐。他见了我,问道:“你买豆腐?”我点了点头,把盘子递了过去。只见他熟练地打了两块豆腐,又称了称说:“一块钱。”我接过豆腐问他:“你为什么不上学?”“俺是从农村来的,俺那边都不上学。在农村上学也没啥用处,还不如出来做点买卖,挣点儿钱好呢。”他说得那么轻松,而我的心却是那么沉重。我端着豆腐默默地走了。
“Sell tofu myself, sell tofu!” Only hear a burst of shouting downstairs. Mom quickly handed me a plate, told me to go buy tofu. I ran downstairs, and froze, turned out to be a 12-year-old boy selling tofu. He met me and asked: “Do you buy tofu?” I nodded and handed the plate over. I saw him skillfully hit two pieces of tofu, also known as saying: “a dollar.” I took the tofu asked him: “Why do not you go to school? ” “I come from the countryside, I Going to school there is not going to go to school in rural areas, and there's not much use for school, not as good as buying or selling and earning some money. ”" He said so easily, but my heart is so heavy. I left with tofu silently.