Everyone has their own stage. He stood stiffly in front of me, with a simple and pleasing smile on his face, and kept rubbing his hands, looking embarrassed. I looked at my friend hesitantly. My friend saw the doubt in my eyes, patted him on the shoulder, and told me that he was the best hydropower master on my construction site, and he would certainly handle such a trivial matter as water leakage easily.

It has been leaking in the bathroom for a long time. I found the property and the housekeeping, but I didn't find the crux. When my friend heard about it, he recommended one of his hydropower masters to me and praised him for his good skills. However, the hydropower master standing in front of me looks dull, too honest and can't speak neatly. Can he do it?

He rolled up his sleeves, took out a small hammer and chisel from the toolbox, and began to knock on the tiles. Unexpectedly, as soon as he joined the work, he was like a completely different person, completely without the formality, awkwardness and restraint when he first met me. I saw him holding a chisel in his left hand and waving a hammer in his right hand. The hammer struck the chisel accurately and forcefully. Under the heavy blow of the chisel, the tiles broke and splashed. Sweat soon covered his face, and he continued to beat rhythmically without feeling it. After more than an hour, the buried water pipe was finally exposed, only to see the corner joint of the water pipe, which was constantly leaking. He wiped the sweat from his face and gave a simple and honest smile. You see, this is the problem. He really found the problem. We must turn off the water valve. I hurried to the kitchen to turn off the main water valve. He pointed to the water pipe and said that the elbow of the water pipe was aging and had to be replaced. I nodded. Find me some dry cloth and dry the water. I was busy looking for a dry rag ... when I handed him the rag, he suddenly smiled a little embarrassed. I'm sorry, I took you as an apprentice. I smiled and shook my head. You work so hard that I can't do anything. It's right to pass things on.

He continued to concentrate on his work. I stood idly by. From the side, he looked so dedicated, devoted and professional, as if he was doing something great instead of repairing a leaking water pipe. Suddenly realized that maybe for him, this is his stage, and only on this stage can he become the protagonist. Only by standing on his own stage can he appear so capable and comfortable, and all his formality, dullness and restraint, as well as his innate sense of inferiority, have left him in an instant.

In fact, everyone has such a stage of their own.