The life of a girl who washes her feet

No one may read today's story, but I thought about it and decided to write it. The hero of the story is a foot-washing woman, that is, a pedicure technician in the big health care.

Xiao Pang has the habit of keeping healthy. I went to a pedicure shop yesterday. The storefront was well decorated, and a job advertisement was posted at the door. The pedicure technician's salary is 12000-30000, and there is a banner next to it that says "a new batch of beautiful online celebrity technicians".

When I picked a technician, I reflected why the salary was so high-all girls. The boss asked me if I had any familiar technicians, and I said no, just find an experienced one. Then he arranged a little sister for me, black stockings, a low-cut red skirt, a pair of black high-heeled shoes, and a few peach petals tattooed on her chest, and she staggered away.

Probably, I'm a sister. My little sister seemed a little disappointed at first, but then she gave me a standard smile of eight teeth and asked me softly if the water was warm or not.

My first impression of her was that she lived by selling herself.

I have no prejudice against such people, and the next two people talked for two hours. This chat has made my mood extremely complicated.

We talked a lot about why we came out to do this. The standard smile on her face slowly disappeared and she talked about her ex-husband. She used to be a waitress and her husband worked in a factory. When he got home, he basically did nothing. She is responsible for all the housework and taking care of the children. She is too busy to stop every day, but such hard work is unforgivable. Her husband's nature makes them quarrel often. Sometimes they argue about money and then fight. Being abused by domestic violence, the child is crying beside him. Later, she made up her mind to divorce. She said that at that moment, she was free at once, and life suddenly had hope. She got the custody of the child without much effort, and then began to do this job, for nothing but more money. She wanted to give the child the best life.

It is not easy to do this job, but she has been doing it for several years. She looked at my hand and said enviously, your hands are really delicate. Because of professional reasons, her hands are soaked in water all the year round, her joints are deformed and her fingerprints are almost worn out. I just noticed her hands. Her fingers are much thicker than normal people. Her skills are very professional. While doing this, she talked about which acupoints connect which internal organs, and told me what to do in peacetime. Her voice is still gentle and patient.

She said that she often met a lot of messy guests, who came over drunk, insisted on her and then touched her. This kind of guest is what she fears most, and she hides when she meets it. Push if you can. There are still few girls like me. I said maybe I'm a miracle.

I praised her beautiful skirt today. She looked up at me and gave me a standard eight-tooth smile. She said, I thought I would feel too exposed, but look at the brand she wears this dress? Only when there are more guests can she earn more money.

At that moment, I suddenly felt that her standard smile seemed to be crying. I feel bad in my heart

Two hours of pedicure time passed quickly, and Miss Jie said a lot in one breath. I listened to her silently, and this person gradually became vivid and even felt a little sacred in my eyes. The boss knocked on the door many times, urging me to say that it was time, and my little sister reluctantly left. Before leaving, she said happily to me, thank you for listening to her carefully today, which made her feel respected. She received too many dirty eyes and looked down on her line of work.

It took me a long time to recover from my seat after the massage. I just listened to the life of a mother struggling at the bottom and tried my best. I recorded this life with a pen and sincerely wished her happiness.