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Disabled Teenagers See Their Shoes By Their Shoes.

2007/11/2 0:00:00 10324

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My father was sick. I cleaned my shoes and paid him to see a doctor. My legs were paralyzed. When I was not a policeman, I wanted to be a good person. I really wanted my father to earn enough money to not go home.

14 year old disabled children earn money for their father by shoeshine.

He was sensible. When he learned that the train station did not allow shoes to be wiped, he changed his working hours before dawn and after dark.

He is enthusiastic. He has a second-hand PHS. He often helps people play 114 and 110.

Now he doesn't earn a few bucks a day, but he earns most of his money for his father.

Sensible little shoemaker.

Business came out after dark.

More than 4 months ago, Song Changji, captain of the two squadron commander of the Zhengzhou railway Enforcement Bureau, was confronted by a 14 year old shoeshine boy when he cleaned up illegal vendors in Datong Road, Zhengzhou.

For his occupational habits, song Chang asked the boy: "the station does not allow leather shoes."

Where is your home? "

The boy looked up at him, squinted, smiled and cried, "Uncle".

The boy said he was Si Zhengqi, and he lived in Xiao Zhuang, Longhu Town, Xinzheng.

His father could not see clearly. He wanted to earn money for his father to see a doctor.

Song Chang Ji gave Zheng Zheng 20 yuan, and told him that the railway station was a window for Zhengzhou.

Little Zheng Qi said, "uncle, thank you!

I will work until after dawn and work after dark, not to blacken Zhengzhou.

After that, song Chang Ji never saw Shi Zheng start daytime.

Obligation to help people check buses

Little Zheng Qi wore army green shoes, and his right shoe upper side cracked 2 centimeters long, like his smiling mouth.

He walks with his toes pointing inward, pointing to the ground, down and soft, and the whole person tilting to one side, which makes people worry that he will fall down.

When he was 3 years old, he had a high fever. His father took him to a small clinic and did not take skin tests to fight penicillin.

"I want to be a policeman. I didn't understand my leg until I was 6 years old.

But I want to be a good person and help people. "

There are more than 70 bus lines at the railway station, which are parked in three places. Many people do not know where to go.

Zheng Qi heard people say, you can play 114 bus service hotline, ask bus routes.

Two months ago, he bought a second-hand PHS with 10 yuan.

When someone asks for directions, he knows that he will take other people to find it. If he does not know, he will call the service hotline of the bus company.

A few days ago, there was a thin and weak old man near the supermarket entrance near Datong Road bus stop.

Afraid of the old man's accident, Zheng Kai called 110 for help.

[careful little shoemaker]

Wipe a pair of shoes several times.

As night fell, a man came to wipe his shoes. Little Zheng Qi smiled again and asked for a smile. He first took an old towel and put a box of shoe polish. He said to the customer, "I'll give you a good oil or a piece of money."

The man said, "don't rub the oil on my socks!"

Zheng Qi said, "rest assured, wipe the socks, I will not take your money!"

After finishing the leather shoes, Zheng Qi took out an old towel with a little bit of black shoe polish, and rubbed the shoe surface vigorously until the bright color appeared on his upper face. He rubbed it with his black sponge on his upper surface and said, "all right!"

At 11 o'clock in the night, little Zheng Qi put up his tools and went back to the underground passage of Datong Road.

There was a tattered towel blanket and a tattered black cotton padded jacket.

The cool breeze blew, Zheng began to shrink.

He didn't go to school, and his father taught him to learn less than 100 Chinese characters.

He picked up the PHS and spent nearly half an hour to write the following sentence: "uncle, cool day, plus clothes!"

To a regular uncle helping him.

[strong little shoemaker]

Shoeshine to see daddy

Reporters and little Zheng Qi went to his home -- Xiao Zhuang.

The small courtyard without walls, the three brick houses in the West have no roofs, and only one tall wall is covered with moss.

There was no hot coal stove in the middle of the four walls, and there was an empty pot on the stove.

Pots and pots lay on the ground. A 60 year old man sat on the ground staring in a daze.

"Dad, I'm back!"

Little Zheng Qi strode to the man.

"Where have you been?

I can worry! "

Zheng Qi's father is Si Dongliang.

He said the child was disabled 11 years ago.

That year, Zheng Qi's mother also disappeared.

Little Zheng Qi took 3 pieces of paper money from his trouser pocket to Si Dongliang and said, "Dad, I miss you, but I didn't make any money and couldn't come back.

I only have two yuan 50 Fen.

Si Dongliang took the money and put it under the tiles at his feet.

Si Dongliang said that his son said he was selling newspapers in Zhengzhou, and he was not tired. Let him not worry.

Si Dongliang became a teacher when he was young, and later he worked for farming.

He said, in June 2002, a heavy rain washed down his house.

The little north house is already a big hole with small holes.

Put two open advertisement umbrellas and a quilt on the bed.

Si Dong Liang sat under the umbrella at night and slept on the bench.

"I have arthritis, and my eyes are not good enough to grow."

Recently, because of his father's poor health, Xiao Zheng returned home. He said he would come back to Zhengzhou after his father was in good health.

Father and son's dialogue

Father: Although the umbrella is small, it can shelter the poor family, just like my son.