One evening when I was having coffee in a cafe（咖啡馆） , a boy came to me. He opened a box and took out the shoe-polishing （擦鞋）1my mouth, he had taken off my shoes and begun to shine them.
The boy was busy with his2when it suddenly began to rain. People rushed into the cafe for protection from the heavy rain. More and more people hurried in and they kept3away from me. Hours passed, and it turned dark. I had no4on my feet and I kept wondering where he had been.
I thought he wouldn't5my shoes and I would have to walk home without shoes. When the rain stopped, people started to go out. A waiter was to close the6. Just as I went to the gate, I saw the boy sleeping on the floor near the gate, 7he was holding closely a package （包裹） made of his shirt.
I woke him up. Though the boy was8, he opened the package hurriedly, gave me my shoes and said 9to me. I10him and put down his shirt for him, which had packaged my shoes.
After saying goodbye to the boy, I was on my way home, with the boy still in my mind.
