the umbrella shop owner until very

That night, the umbrella shop owner until very late, carefully made umbrellas, until late at night, to make a blue, blue umbrella. He opened his umbrella and looked at the scattered work ground.

"In terms of appearance, in terms of the way the cloth is applied, it is extremely beautiful."

Even so, he thought the girl's choice of blue was the best. How beautiful it was.

It was the colour of the sea, or of the sky after a rainy day.

At the same time, as soon as I entered the open umbrella, I felt strange, as if my whole body had entered a small room with a blue roof.

"What a wonderful umbrella! "Said the young man, thinking to himself, how great his ability is.

The next morning, the owner of the umbrella shop met the girl in light blue at the corner.

"There you go."

The umbrella shop owner opened the blue umbrella and gave it to the girl. The rain made a pleasant sound on the tight umbrella.

"Like the color of the sea." "Said the girl.

"Well. I think so too."

"With this umbrella, it's like being at home with a blue roof."

'Oh, that's what I thought!

The umbrella shop owner was completely delighted. But the house with the blue roof was too small for two people to go in together.

So the umbrella shop owner knocked on his door and said, "Little girl, what are you doing at home?"

... Oh, what a wonderful umbrella!

In the thin, thin rain.

Since that day, strange things have happened.

Back at the umbrella shop, many girls stood in front of the shop, waiting for the owner.

"Oh, is it repair? "Said the umbrella shop owner kindly.

"No." One man said, "Mr. Boss, I want a new umbrella."

"A new umbrella?

"Well, please make me a blue umbrella."

"Me too."

...

The umbrella shop owner was too surprised to speak for a moment.

"Please make blue umbrellas for the emergency!"

This is an order for all customers.

So the umbrella shop owner went to the town and bought a lot of blue cloth and umbrella materials.

Then, from that night on, he sat in the workplace, not even sleeping. Customers who wanted blue umbrellas kept coming.

So in ten days the owner of the umbrella shop was a very rich man.

Before long, all the girls in the town were wearing blue umbrellas.

One day, in one corner of a newspaper, there was a note: "This year's popular umbrella is blue anyway. Oddly enough, they are particularly popular in small umbrella shops in the back streets."

Reading this, more girls rushed to the umbrella shop.

Customers couldn't get into the store. The street filled up, and the line took several turns and stretched into the town.

Occasionally, some of these people asked to have their umbrellas repaired, but the owner of the umbrella shop went about his work without looking away. He could not remember exactly who had handed them to him.

One day, the owner of the umbrella shop called a painter in the town and rewrote the shop's sign. On the new sign, it says: Bear blue umbrellas. No repairs.

From time to time, a customer who had asked for an umbrella repair would come to pick it up, but the owner of the umbrella shop would not repair any of the broken umbrellas.

"Because I'm too busy."

This is every umbrella shop owner's defense. The umbrella shop owner folded the skeleton and opened the hole of the umbrella, already do not even want to see.

At some point, the roof of the umbrella shop was completely new, and lace curtains were hung on the second-floor Windows. Oil paints and maroon guitars were also lovingly placed in the corner of the room.

Still, orders for blue umbrellas kept coming in.

One day, another customer came to urge the repair of the umbrella.

"Oh, repair? Please wait another two or three days because I am too busy." The owner of the umbrella shop said without looking at the customers' faces.

Ten days passed.