I remember selling socks with my grandma when I was a kid. The square was full of old people selling all kinds of small things. My grandma and I pushed the trolley. When we stopped at a place, I shouted happily, "Socks are for sale! Socks are for sale!" There weren't many buildings at that time, and they weren't as tall as they are now. When the old man in socks sees a kid robbing business, he will always smile and take a handful of melon seeds, and then say to my grandma, "Good luck."
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