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"Radish head, come out! Pay for my mulberry (Mulberry)! Radish head, I know you stole it! ...... "
When there was smoke from cooking on the roof of every household, I was crying and making noise at the door of my third aunt's house across the hall.
My third aunt opened the door and looked at me like an angry kitten, unable to hold back her laughter. She squatted down, held out her hand, wiped my crying face, pinched my nose, blew out a bunch of nose bubbles, and said with a smile, "You crazy girl, you are so powerful, who dares to marry you in the future ..."
Radish head leaned out from behind my third aunt and stubbornly said, "No, I didn't steal food, not me!"
When I saw the Lord coming, I immediately raised my voice: "It's you! It's you! Only you know where mulberry seeds are hidden! It's you, you pay me back! ..... "Said, and a string of nose bubbles followed my tears.
"It's not me, believe it or not! ..... "
" It's you! I will never play with you again! ! Whoops ..... "
The third aunt looked at us helplessly and said with a smile," What a natural pair of enemies! ...... "
When I heard the crying, my mother came out, lit my forehead and criticised:" Dead tit, greedy to death! All you know is to find food all day, you hungry bastard reborn ... "
" Your girl, marry my radish head in the future, I promise I won't starve her ... hahaha ... "
" I wish she had that blessing! ..... Have you cooked? "
"No, it's burning!"
"Me too. I have to go home and do it quickly. Let's go!"
in this way, a farce ended fruitlessly in the laughter and scolding of their respective mothers.
radish head, the only son of the widow's third aunt. My neighbor across the street. Grew up in a small alley, and my age, are nine years old. Naughty boy, fighting king, my full-time protector-he said I was the daughter-in-law booked by his third aunt. He also said that he has a special function. He can smell the food from the smoke of every household. He can find the home of the group of wild ducks in the river. He can make the most vicious dog in the village go with him ... Yesterday afternoon, in the mulberry field by the river, I picked so many mulberry seeds that I didn't finish eating them. The radish head advised me to hide them and eat them today. But, but today, none of them are gone ... The more I think about it, the more wronged I am. I don't eat rice, and I keep crying and falling asleep.
At noon the next day, as soon as the crazy girl who had been outdoors all morning entered the house, she saw a big bowl of purple mulberry seeds on the stove. "Oh, my god, it's delicious, so sweet, well, so sweet! ..... "Feeling finished, SangRen is running out. With a touch, the white coat that was just changed in the morning became a half-purple and half-white colored coat. "ah! Mother saw it and got beaten again! Take it off quickly and hide it ... "When I hide my clothes, I feel satisfied and secretly proud:" Rotten radish head, even if you give me more mulberry seeds now, I won't play with you, even if you bring wild duck eggs. When you play house, you want me to be your daughter-in-law. Don't even think about it. I don't want you anymore ... "In an instant, the boat of our friendship turned over.
Time passed quietly in the village where we were running wildly, and it was three years in a flash. My life suddenly entered a gloomy era.
It was just dawn that autumn morning, and my father went to work in the fields early in the morning. My mother, who just got up, suddenly felt uncomfortable, and hurriedly asked me to call my third aunt, who hurriedly put on a coat and ran to my house. When my third aunt came, my mother had fallen to the ground unconscious, which scared me to cry. By the time too many cooks, a neighbor, took her to the hospital on a tractor, she was out of breath. The father who came later could only hide his face and squat under the corner of the hospital. The tractor came back to the side street with my heart-rending cries, and I saw my third aunt from a distance. She helped me down from the tractor with tears in her eyes and ran away, covering her mouth.
after my mother was buried, I curled up in a corner like a wounded kitten, clutching my mother's pillow in my arms and crying. Dad gave me a look, went out of the door and went to the fields without saying a word.
smelling and feeling the temperature of my mother makes me sleepy. Suddenly, the door opened and radish head ran in. Sweating profusely, he shouted as soon as he entered the door: "Xiaoya, Xiaoya, tell you a big secret!" "
I looked at him with misty eyes, but he suddenly hesitated, held back for a long time, and then said hesitantly, "Do you remember those missing mulberry seeds? I really didn't steal the food! It's the field mouse. It's the field mouse stealing food. Today, I ... "
" Wow! ! Rotten radish head, go, go away! ..... "The voice of the radish head did not fall, and my crying has already resounded through the sky.
"rotten radish head, dead radish head, who told you to say these things, who told you to say those broken mulberry seeds! People need comfort, how can you be so stupid! " I cried and scolded him.
the third aunt who heard the sound raised her hand and hit the radish on the back several times. The sound of bitter fleabane bitter fleabane knocked him away.
My third aunt put her arms around me and scolded me with tears in her eyes: "That cruel woman, such a small child, how could she have the heart to throw it away ..... that son of a bitch agreed to be in-laws, but how could she leave ..." My third aunt's words even opened the floodgates of my tears, and I wailed.
I thought that my mother's death was my greatest misfortune. Unexpectedly, what is even more unfortunate is yet to come.
the most important thing is to eat. After my mother died, my father and I discovered that neither of us could cook! After eating clear soup and dried noodles for three days, dad couldn't stand it at first. He works hard in the fields all day, and he can't satisfy his hunger without some dry food. Dad spent an afternoon remembering the process and details of Niang's steamed bread. The next day, he was busy for a whole day. After steaming the steamed bread for fifteen minutes, my dad and I both smelled something wrong. We quickly opened the pot and looked at a pot of blackened dough. Dad suddenly realized, "Ah! Forgot to add water to the pot ... "On the third day, Dad steamed the steamed bread for the second time, but this time the water was enough, but the steamed bread was hardcore." Ah, the steamed bread didn't seem to wake up well, and the noodles didn't open ... "When Dad learned how to make steamed bread, cooking became a big problem again. The oil in the pot was boiling, so he hurriedly put the meat in. Stir a few times, and worry that the meat is not cooked, he inexplicably added a cold water. When the water boils and I look at a pot of boiling oil and water, my father is at a loss again. How should I put this dish? ......
Fortunately, winter is coming soon, and the smell of boiled sweet potatoes wafts in our house every day. The sweet potato can be cooked with some water after washing, and more importantly, it can be eaten without frying ... < P > In this way, it is boiled day by day, and finally it is New Year's Eve. Jiaozi, which my father and I spent an afternoon in kung fu, immediately turned into a pot of noodle soup when it came to boiling water, and none of them were complete. Looking at a pot of noodle soup with oily flowers, my father and I looked at each other ... Until now, I still clearly remember how beautiful the kitchen smoke of other people's homes was that New Year's Eve. I can even smell the smell of steamed bread in the kitchen smoke, the smell of jiaozi and the smell of cooking. In short, it is the happy taste of other people's homes. And I, holding a bowl of noodle soup, desperately suppressed crying in the deafening firecrackers. Dad said, Chinese New Year, don't cry, laugh.
I lose weight day by day, and my father's white hair grows crazy day by day. My third aunt loved me dearly and taught me how to cook, stir-fry and make jiaozi. Although I am only 12 years old, no, after the New Year, I am already 13 years old. I can completely steam a pot of snow-white steamed bread by myself, or stew potatoes and eggplant together, or even steam a pot of rice. Maybe I'm a girl, and I should have enough talent for things in the kitchen. Even the radish head praised me for cooking delicious food. Seeing Radish Head wolfing down my cooking and thinking about my third aunt who taught me to help me, I suddenly felt a burst of joy. I felt that there was nothing wrong with marrying Radish Head in the future ... < P > My first period was in the spring when I was 13 years old. Although I was scared to death and didn't know what to do, I knew I couldn't tell Dad about it. As soon as dad left the door, my hind foot quickly lay on the crack of the door and shouted loudly for three aunts to come to my house. My third aunt saw my red pants, pinched my nose and laughed at me, and told me a lot of whispers that I didn't understand. At that moment, I suddenly had a feeling of seeing my mother. It was so warm. I even thought it would be great if my third aunt could live with us! I can't help begging my third aunt: "Third aunt, I haven't learned to bake scallion cakes yet. Will you teach me?" Knowing the essence of my eating, my aunt readily agreed to teach me how to bake scallion cakes in my home. Just as we were laughing and laughing, our neighbor, the old grandmother, came to my house to borrow something. Looking at her third aunt with her hands full of flour, she was amazed. It took her a long time to say a meaningful sentence: "Third aunt, do you cook this family?"
The third aunt suddenly looked embarrassed, and hurriedly explained, "No, I didn't do it. I just looked after the poor child. I taught her, and I taught her ..." Naturally, the old woman didn't believe me, smiled and left without saying anything. Next, the third aunt spoke to me absently and left in a hurry.
Not long after, the gossip about my third aunt and my family spread in the front street and back alley: one lost his man, and the other lost his wife. In an alley, door to door, who knows what will happen. It is said that women live in men's houses every day ... Until later, what made me shudder even more was that my old grandson pulled me and asked, "Nizi, the morning your mother died? I spitted bitterly at her, turned around and ran away without saying a word, leaving only my grandmother jumping around and scolding me for my lack of tutor.
Gossip soon spread to half the village. Dad's face is so ugly that I dare not speak loudly in front of him. It is strange that the third aunt obviously lives opposite, but she can't be seen. When radish saw me, he always held his head high and walked over. He didn't even say hello or eat my cooking. It seemed that he had forgotten that I was his daughter-in-law.
half a year later, my father suddenly bought a house on the other side of the village, without even saying hello to my third aunt, and we moved overnight. An unspeakable goodbye has been buried in my heart since then, and an unspeakable apology has become a permanent pain in my heart since then. My hazy "love" with radish head also ended in vain with less and less communication, and the extravagant hope of living with my third aunt became a dream that could never be realized. After that, in the extreme loneliness and depression, I studied hard, finally admitted to the university and left the mountain village far away. Gradually, I know almost nothing about my hometown except my father. The memory of my hometown, except for the wisps of smoke, has dissipated completely. Even buried in my heart, radish head and I loved each other since childhood, and I don't know when I quietly lost its last hope. The only thing left in my heart is a scar with terrible pain. Although it is not obvious, it will recur with some rumors with no nutritional value at any time. Many people talk about the marriage, infidelity and gossip of the stars, and they pursue the entertainment gossip tirelessly, spreading rumors all over the sky. For the people around me, I am always afraid to explore and speculate on some secret stories with the greatest curiosity, and use them as happy talk after dinner for recreation. A lot of money is spent, and the bones are destroyed, which entertains everyone and ignores the sadness of the innocent. This makes me extremely despised and hated, and even feel extremely scared. Therefore, I always stay away when others are spitting, and choose a quiet corner to study quietly. Others entertain themselves to death in rumors, but I am quietly being myself in books.
After graduating from college, I stayed in the city, and I never saw the farmland, the path full of wild flowers, and the familiar smoke. I once told dad to find a wife. Whenever this topic is mentioned, he always yells at me: "Don't interrupt children's business! Worry more about yourself! " Well, after I completely buried my childhood memories with Radish Head, I began to fall in love, got married, gave birth to a boy, and lived a plain life of rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea. When my son was five years old, I took him back to my hometown.
Dad still works as usual and seldom takes a rest. In the days when no one accompanied him, he adapted to loneliness, accepted loneliness, and got used to smoking silently without saying a word. Years of exposure to the wind and sun make him look much older than his actual age. Every day, I have to help my father when he works in the fields, but he won't let me live or die. He knows that I can't stand the pain of farming for a long time. On weekdays, I took my son around the small mountain village, watching and telling him about my heroic deeds.
By some strange coincidence, I took my son to the hutong where the old house was located. Almost deserted old streets, crowded hutongs, silent stone walls, as familiar as before, suddenly awakened my childhood memories. When I touched the stone wall and lamented the years, I saw a little girl about six or seven years old skipping out of my third aunt's house, still holding a string of colorful balloons in her hand. The little girl was not afraid of being born at all. She cocked her head at us and asked, "Who are you looking for? Only my grandmother lives here. "
I squatted down with a smile, looked at the little girl carefully and said, "Is your grandmother at home?"
"yes! Grandma is cooking! "
"Then ... shall we go to your grandmother's house for dinner?"
"well, I'll ask grandma before I answer you!" " The little girl turned around and ran in again.
it didn't take long for my aunt's familiar figure to appear before me. Except that her body is not as tough as before, and her black hair becomes sparse and gray, her dress is still so neat. I hurried forward and said, "Aunt, I'm Xiaoya. Do you still know me?"
"you have to speak loudly, grandma is hard of hearing and can't hear clearly!" " The little girl reminded me loudly by my side.
"Third Aunt, I'm Xiaoya! I'm coming to see you! " I repeated it loudly again.
"Oh, it's Xiaoya, let me see, um, yes, it's Xiaoya! It's that greedy girl! " My third aunt quickly recognized me and smiled.
"Quick, quick, come in and sit down!" My third aunt took my hand and entered the door.
"In those days, you were a little greedy! For you, the radish went out before dawn, and I picked so many mulberries for you all morning. I picked out all the good ones for you to eat. The radish head was distressed and cried all afternoon. I advised him, what do you feel bad about? When Xiaoya grows up, she will be your daughter-in-law ... "After taking a seat, I once again fell into childhood memories: radish head, mulberry kernels, wild duck eggs, scallion cakes, floating kitchen smoke, radish head and I ...
Sitting in a warm little yard, I chatted with my third aunt about the past. When I mentioned those rumors in those years, I couldn't stop crying when I remembered the innocent disasters we encountered in those years and the grievances and pains in my heart. My words touched my aunt's heart, and she also shed tears silently. Finally, she wiped her eyes and said leisurely, "Xiaoya, there are some things."