Childhood + quiet Liaohe - Chapter 25
After burying my grandfather and having a hasty Spring Festival, my father and mother began to go home. Seeing my father tidying up his luggage and saying goodbye to grandma and seeing her sad cheek, I was in a bad mood. I didn’t want to go back to that prison like home and live a life like a prisoner.
I want to live in my grandmother’s house forever. I can’t live without my aunt. I really feel that I have fallen in love with my aunt, especially her delicate urine.
“Xiaoli, hurry up, get dressed quickly.”
my mother frowned and put a coat on my body: “son, listen to my mother’s words and go home to school with my mother!”
I struggled in my mother’s arms in vain: “no, no, mom, I don’t go home, I don’t go to school, I’m going to stay with my grandmother, I’m going to play with my aunt!”
“Well, um –”
my aunt took my hand with tears and showed a helpless look on her face: “big nephew, go home and study hard, oh, listen to my aunt’s words!”
the second aunt who came in a hurry pushed a brand-new pair of trousers into my hand: “take it, these are the new pants made by Er Gu for you, and they are for you to wear in school!”
Second aunt reluctantly stroked my head melon, my nose was sour, a string of tears dripping onto the new pants: “I don’t go home, I don’t go to school, I want to play with my aunt!”
“Play, play, you know to play!”
My mother tied my buttons and muttered impatiently, “I know how to play. My heart is playing wild. When I go home, I’ll take care of you!”
the house was full of relatives, and they gave me some small gifts one after another. My second aunt of Miao nationality gave me a pair of cloth socks with ethnic characteristics that she sewed by herself. I stared at the strange pattern, and tears quickly blurred my eyes.
“Xiaoli, here you are.”
the short three aunts stuffed a handful of coins into my coat pocket: “take it, don’t lose it, and save it for home to buy sugar!”
grandma was sad and shivering with a pair of green autumn trousers: “in your place, thieves are cold and thieves are cold. When you go to school, you should put them on to save you from catching cold.”
Seeing that my second aunt, aunt and grandmother gave me the same gift, or pants, or socks, or money, my aunt suddenly let go of my hand, wiped a handful of tears, and ran out of the house without returning to her head. Grandma called out to her back: “Ju Zi, what are you going to do?”
But the old lady didn’t answer. She also disappeared outside the courtyard. Her father looked at the watch on her wrist and urged her to wipe her face and eyebrow. Her mother said, “don’t wipe it. It’s late. Go quickly. After a while, I’ll miss the train!”
grandma lovingly sent me out of the hospital, touched my head and choked: “when the school holiday, I still come to my grandmother’s house, oh,”
I nodded: “Grandma, when the holiday, you can ask the second aunt to pick me up!”
er Gu readily agreed: “Xiao Li, after the holiday, er Gu will pick you up!”
Wu Baoshan raised his whip and yelled at the crowd: “Oh, where is this? It’s not a life and death parting. Quick, quick, get on the bus.”
after that, the owner of the car clamped me with his powerful arm and lifted me to the carriage easily. I turned around and waved my hand to the relatives: “milk Milk, second aunt, second aunt, third aunt, goodbye
grandma led the family members and said, “goodbye, xiaolizi!”
the carriage roared up the road and looked at the disappearing relatives. His mother pursed her red lips and murmured: “hum, you don’t need xiaolizi. He is also my son. Hum, xiaolizi, what a broken name, came to visit the door and changed the name of the child!”
I explained, “grandma said, call this name, after that, I will not get sick!”
Mother disdainfully turned her lips: “superstition, superstition, your grandmother is the most superstitious, something big or small, you have to find the blind to calculate! No culture is no culture. ”
hearing his mother’s nagging, Wu Baoshan waved his horse whip and said, “I can’t say that about my nephew’s daughter-in-law. That blind man is really amazing, and his calculation is accurate.”
“Accurate? Accurate? What kind of accuracy
Mother disapproved and said, “accurate? Since the blind man is so accurate, why don’t you make a good calculation for yourself and see if you can get rich one day
“Hee hee, oh –”
the boss of the car gave a silent smile, and suddenly changed the topic and yelled: “here we are, here we are, here we are at the railway station!”
“You wait here, I’ll go and buy the tickets!”
With that, Dad jumped out of the carriage and went straight to the ticket office. The owner turned his horse and grinned at me obstinately: “goodbye, little man!”
With that, the owner of the car whipped his whip and groaned back to the village. I stood at the door of the waiting room. My sister stood beside my mother in silence. My mother kept pushing me: “come in, don’t stand at the door for the breeze!”
I mutter, “I don’t, I do!”
“I don’t listen to mom again, do you?”
dad grabbed two tickets and waved to his mother: “go ahead, check in, get on the bus early and save yourself from freezing!”
“Xiao Li –”
I walked into the ticket gate reluctantly under the push of my mother. I was about to step over the iron fence when I heard the old aunt’s familiar cry: “Xiao Li big nephew”
“old aunt –” @ @
I turned my head in surprise and saw my aunt rushed into the waiting room with a piece in her hand With the new clothes, I broke away from my mother’s hand and ran to the old aunt at all costs: “Lao Gu –” @ @
my aunt and I almost opened our arms at the same time, in the center of the waiting room, tightly hugged together. We were close to each other, full of affectionate tears, mildly joined together, along the hot cheek, rolling down, two sincere hearts, separated by thick Cotton padded clothes, thumping wildly, like two groups of blazing fire, burning, gradually, we completely melt together, rising out of the unforgettable love.
In the cold and clear waiting room, the air seemed to solidify. Whether it was the station staff or the passengers in a hurry, everyone’s eyes were focused on me and my aunt at the same time. My father and sister, who had already passed the iron fence, were staring at us speechlessly, holding the cold iron bar in a daze, and my mother was at a loss, and then, cold Desert came over and patted me on the shoulder: “Xiao Li, go fast, we’re going to drive!”
“Big nephew -”
@ P > My Aunt finally let me go and put the new clothes in my hands: “Xiaoli, take them, go home to school and wear them!”
“Let’s go, let’s go!”
My mother took my hand and ignored my aunt. She walked into the iron fence without saying anything. She wiped a handful of tears and waved her hand to me: “goodbye, nephew.”
I looked back at her step by step: “see you again –” @ @
when I got home, my mother murmured to me angrily: “son, listen to my mother’s words, take heart, go to school, study your lessons well, do you hear me!”
I asked my mother, “this year, I have to go back to my grandmother’s house!”
my mother first looked at me in surprise. After a while, she showed her face and said defiantly, “no, after that, you will die. I can’t let you go back to that poor place. There are no good people in your grandmother’s house. If you go there a few times, you will learn to be bad!”
Hearing my mother’s words, I was extremely angry. It seemed that it would be very difficult for me to go back to my grandmother’s house and see my beloved aunt again. I murmured: “Mom, the clothes my aunt bought for me, I will wear the new clothes that my aunt gave me to go to school!”
instead of taking out the old lady’s new clothes, my mother pulled out a brand-new sweater: “son, if you don’t wear the clothes that the old lady bought for you, look at that. It’s too rustic. Come on, wear this. It’s knitted for you by your mother. Put it on, try it on, and see if it fits you!”
I shook my head and pushed my mother’s arm away. My mother took the sweater and looked gloomy. She waved her fat hand and slapped me in the face: “you son of a bitch, you know what? How much energy it took for your mother to knit this sweater for you. My mother has lived such a long time It’s not woven into a sweater! For you, my mother is patient. She weaves and weaves needle by needle. I don’t know how many nights it takes. Her eyes are red. It’s very difficult to weave a sweater. But you don’t wear it. Alas, it makes my mother sad! ”
I stood like a stake, at the mercy of my mother, while my mother muttered, and put the sweaters full of heart and soul on my body: “how, does it fit?”
My mother looked at me happily. I didn’t say a word. I frowned and sat down on the bed. My mother squatted down to tidy up the sweater and said with great pride: “ah – my son looks more beautiful in this sweater, son,”
my mother held my face and gave me a kiss: “son, mother’s baby son, play by yourself first.” Let’s cook for you
With that, my mother got up, twisted her charming big butt, and groaned into the kitchen. I was still sitting on the bed, drooping my head and looking at my sweater. I didn’t know how. The more I looked, the more uncomfortable I felt. There was a kind of uneasiness and discomfort that could not be described in words.
The sweater on my body is like a tight rope, which makes me breathless.
I pulled my sweater as hard as I could, but I couldn’t take it off. The more I pulled, the tighter the sweater was.
My hands were tearing at the sweater, thinking to myself: This is not a sweater, this is a shackle, this is the shackle that my mother put on me. My mother tried to use this shackle to tie me firmly beside her, to completely separate me from my hometown, my grandmother, and my aunts, and cut off all contacts from then on.
No, no, no, I can’t let my mother lock me. I want freedom. I want grandma. I want aunt!
I was so tired and sweaty that my sweater was still wrapped around my body. And, as it got tighter and tighter, I grabbed the scissors from the drawer and cut the sweater from the middle of the front chest without hesitation. I held the sharp scissors, gasped and gnashed my teeth.
When she saw her hands on the kitchen floor, she was so happy to see her hands on the floor Head, beautiful eyes with tears: “son, you, you, so treat mother?”
“Mom — Ma –”
when I saw my mother’s sad expression, I suddenly regretted, and felt that I was indeed a little bit too much. No, not only some, I, too much. I mercilessly separated my mother’s special care for me.
Mother is not wrong, lazy nature of her, never finished a fabric.
I remember when I was very young, my mother and colleagues, or neighbors, happily got together, each carrying an unfinished fabric, while talking and laughing, while threading needles and thread.
However, in less than half an hour, my mother would stop and knead her wrists and beat her fat waist: “Oh, I’m so tired!”
Finish saying, mother is the first to put down the fabric: “tomorrow, weave again!”
As soon as my mother’s fabric was shelved, it was completely discarded. From then on, she would never touch it again. Once the semi-finished product was put away, it would be more than a year.
I hung my head and moved to my mother’s side very embarrassed: “Mom, I’m wrong!”
my mother threw the broken sweater on the floor, knelt on the ground, hugged me, and cried bitterly: “son, you are so sad for mom!”
I also plopped and knelt down in front of my mother: “Mom, I’m wrong,”
“Oh – um – um –” @ @
the more my mother cried, the more sad I felt. I suddenly felt at a loss, and tears of regret burst out of my eyes: “Mom, mom,…”
At noon the next day, I was sitting in front of my desk, playing with the putty. My mother opened the door and threw a bundle of wool in front of me: “here, cut it, cut it again!”
when I heard my mother’s words, I flushed my face. I pushed the wool aside, stood on the chair and hugged my mother’s neck: “Mom, my dear mother!”
@ P > my mother pushed me angrily: “come on, don’t empty your head, brain, less gas, I’m better than anything
With that, my mother took off her coat and sat down on the bed. She put the wool on her fat knees in a ridiculous way. She twined it up. I held the plasticine and came to my mother’s side with a smile.
I quietly glanced at my mother and found that her eyes were still red and swollen. I leaned against my mother’s waist and gently pulled open my mother’s lapel. My mother turned her head and looked at me without saying a word. I continued to wind her wool. I was more and more reckless and simply untied my mother’s shirt.
My mother’s breasts were exposed in front of my eyes. I was shocked by my color heart. I enjoyed my mother’s mountain like milk and long drooping nipples. My mother wrapped the wool and muttered coldly: “it’s really unpromising. I’m so old, and I always pester my mother’s Zaza!”
“I like it,”
I replied without concealment, reaching out to touch it: “Mom’s Dazha is so beautiful!”
my mother mumbled: “when I get home, when I see my mother, I think of my mother’s big Zaza. You don’t want to go home, you don’t want to do it!”
I playfully pasted the plaster on my mother’s breast peak, and my mother’s waist suddenly shook: “Oh, little villain, it’s so cold, take it down quickly!”
“Hee hee, fun,”
I slide the dough down from my mother’s breast peak, press it on my mother’s chest and abdomen, and rub it repeatedly. My mother can’t help frowning: “this little villain, what are you doing to harm mother?”
I put the plaster next to my mother’s taste under my nostrils and breathed deeply: “ah, how fragrant, how fragrant my mother’s skin is!”
my mother pushed me with her elbow, and I was unprepared. I tumbled over on the bed and said, “little villain, make a fool of yourself with my mother!”
I turned my body, and my head inadvertently got close to my mother’s feet. Looking at my mother’s snow-white feet and lovely toes, my color center became more and more swollen. I twisted the putty into small pieces and pressed them on my mother’s toenails one by one: “ha, this one is white, this one is green.”
“little villain, What are you doing? Don’t make any noise
My mother was like a child kicking her fat little feet and throwing pieces of plasticine on the bed. I moved my hand under my mother’s feet and scratched my mother’s tiny white feet as a prank. My mother chuckled, her knees trembled, and the thread that was twining was suddenly mixed into a piece. My mother exclaimed, “Oh, this little villain, do it for me Chaos, it’s over, it’s over, it’s all in chaos, alas
My mother patted my butt gently. I googled and turned to the corner of the bed. I stopped paying attention to the nagging mother. I lay on the bed and grabbed a woman’s body with rubber mud.
This is my dear aunt. I silently read it while holding rubber mud: aunt, aunt, dear aunt, I miss you so much!
The more I want to be distracted, the more I talk, the more I put in, the more I can simply fork the thighs of the female body, and the fingertips are obscene and top in the extremely exaggerated crotch: aunt, aunt, this is the urination of the old lady!
suddenly, my mother gave me a hard twist on my ear: “do you do it? Well, is that what it is! ”
Hearing my mother’s questioning, I threw the rubber mud on the floor: “Mom, I didn’t, no, didn’t you do it!”
my mother stared at me with a serious look, and the slightly moist lips trembled with horror. The warm and incomparable eyes made me feel gloomy in a moment. I looked down shamefully. I couldn’t help thinking of the absurd thing that I stole my sister’s urination. My mother pointed her finger at my head: “tell you, don’t make a fuss in the future!”
I nodded in a solid and honest way.
“Son, you are too small.”
my mother patiently taught me: “these things, you don’t understand, can’t come in disorder!”
I am more self-contained, the heart secretly thought: hip-hee, mom, dear mother, how can I not understand!
Mom, dear mom, you never dream of women’s urination. Your baby son has not seen much. From girls to young women, all kinds of urinals, hairy and Mao Shao, your son has witnessed it with his own eyes, even if your mother’s urination, his own eyes have appreciated it.
Mom, dear mom, your son not only saw many women’s urinals, but also touched many girls’ urinals, especially the old lady’s, so I can feel familiar with them!
“Come on, my mother suddenly broke the topic and pulled me to her side:” come on, let mom take a look at how many stitches should be woven, so it is appropriate! ”
I stood in front of my mother with pain and joy. My mother grass grass pressed my chest and abdomen: “naughty, nothing, I have to make some trouble for my mother!”
After that, mom began to weave up the wool. I sat beside my mother, looking at her hands without blinking. She turned back sometimes, sarcastically or ironically said, “wait, wait, wait until mom has finished weaving, and you can cut it again!”
I fell into my mother’s arms, and my head was tickling against my mother’s breast. My mother groaned and pushed my head: “son, don’t make a noise, don’t make a noise. Just now, what did my mother tell you?
I forgot again, men and women have different, don’t mess with mom!
“Mom, make a noise with mom, what do you fear!
“Mom, I can’t do it. I can’t make a mess with my mother!”
“I don’t know, I can’t!”
When the new semester starts, mom finally weaves the sweater. She seems to have finished a very great event. She carefully sets the sweater on me, and then, looking over and over again, she looks at it carefully. She has a satisfied face: “son, mother’s woolen dress, how beautiful?”
I don’t want to make my mother sad again, please reply: “good-looking, mom, the sweater that mom weaves is very beautiful!”
“Is it comfortable?”
“Comfortable, don’t mention how comfortable it is, mom!”
Hearing my words, the most vanity mother, excitedly hugged me, and as a reward, she kissed me deeply: “it’s just his mother’s mouth. I can’t help you!”
I wear a new sweater my mother has woven. Inside is the white shirt bought by my aunt, and the next is the new autumn pants my grandmother sent me. The outside is covered with trousers made by my own hands.
I ran to school with great excitement. On the playground, there were students like the sea. I knew more of them. I greeted some better students simply, and rushed straight into the classroom, like a happy calf, and went into the bedroom and teaching research room of teacher Dumu: “teacher, I’m back!”
teacher Dumu is sitting by the bed nursing her baby Qianjin blue flower. She is surprised first when she sees me rush in. Then she shows a happy color: “little fellow, where are you going in this time?”
I stood in front of teacher Dumu in a regular manner, and I put my hands on my back: “I’m back to grandma’s house!”
“Oh,” Mr. Dumu nodded, and a pair of big, snowy, small bulb eyes looked at me with deep affection: “how is Grandma’s home, little fellow?”
when I mentioned grandma’s home, I felt very happy immediately. I was warm and warm: “teacher, grandma’s good home, look!”
I was also a garment buckle, and I was shaking the corners of pants. I proudly showed off to the teacher Dumu: “teacher, this is for me by my aunt, teacher, this is from my grandmother.”
I take off my cotton shoes and lift my feet high and high: “teacher, this pair of socks, which is given to me by my second aunt, you see, this pattern, but pure Miao characteristics!”
“Ha,” teacher Dumu smiled gently: “your second aunt is Miao?”
“Of course,” I cheered up: “before I come back, my uncle also made objects. I heard it was Manchu!”
teacher Dumu raises his arm and raises the blue flower to me: “later, the teacher will marry you as a daughter-in-law. Your family is really a big family of national unity!”
the more excited I said, I managed to rely on the mother and spooked the big milk overflowing with the milk of the teacher Dumu. The teacher hugged the blue flower in one hand and stroked my head with pity: “it’s growing up again!”
“Teacher,” I stared at the teacher Dumu and said sincerely, “I miss you so much!”
“I murmured,” teacher, when I was at Grandma’s house, I often climbed to the wall of the production team, and saw that there were so many lower intellectuals in the yard of the production team. I rubbed the rice, rubbed and rubbed them all day and night. Some people, hands, all of them were rubbed. At that time, I thought, listen to mom Mother said, the teacher also lowered, teacher is also in other places of production, rub the bud rice, teacher’s hand, rub the skin is not WOW? ”
“Hee hee,” said teacher Dumu with a smile: “it’s a good child, with a mind and a lot of emotion. He goes so far and knows to miss the teacher!”
“Teacher,” I suddenly felt a lot of emotion. I pulled the jade hand of teacher Dumu and looked carefully. At the same time, I deliberately teased and rubbed it: “no, no, the teacher’s hand didn’t rub the skin!”
“Hee hee, little fellow, thank you for your miss of the teacher.”
teacher Dumu pulls back her jade hand, raises it high and puts it on my shoulder. My color eye is lifted and I see the thick black hair under the armpit of the teacher Du Mu. My color can not help but be excited about it. Ah – the armpit hair of teacher Dumu is so sexy and provocative!
“Little fellow,” teacher Dumu told me, “although the teacher has put it down, he doesn’t rub the rice, but,…”
“Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding,…”
The bell rang out suddenly in class. Teacher Dumu stopped telling immediately. She hurriedly arranged her clothes and stretched out her waist lazily: “Oh, class, little fellow, you go back to the classroom first, and the teacher will send blue flowers to the nursery, and come immediately!”
“Ah – goodbye to the teacher!”
With teacher Dumu’s selfless moistening and caressing, I carried my schoolbag and walked into the classroom contentedly. The classroom was in chaos. The students were like corn kernels in a sealed pot. Under high pressure, they crackled. I became a gradually warming corn kernel, which exploded very loud: “fuck, listen, listen, fuck Keep it down, let me say it
I yelled at the top of my voice and yelled: “shit, have you ever been on a train? It’s fun to take a train!”
Mr. Dumu came into the classroom, and a burst of crackling whips finally made the boiling classroom a little quiet. Mr. Dumu cleared his throat: “students, have you finished all the homework I left before the holiday?”
Some students asked, and Mr. Dumu frowned: “why, you patronize naughty, winter vacation homework are forgotten, that is: after this proletarian cultural revolution movement, our country has made unprecedented achievements, we all ask your parents, each said an achievement, even if the winter vacation homework. Students, say it, who will say it first
Miss Dumu looked around the classroom with eager eyes, glancing at the confused students. However, to her great disappointment, none of the students prepared to answer this special winter vacation assignment. Dumu had to repeat: “say, say, students, we are active in speaking. Just one thing, each one says one thing, even if you finish your cold work Fake homework
“Teacher, I said!”
A female classmate finally plucked up her courage and raised her little hand timidly. Mr. Dumu gave her a smile: “OK, please stand up and speak slowly! What great achievements has this great proletarian cultural revolution made to our country? ”
the female classmate replied seriously: “teacher, during the holiday, I asked my father, and my father thought about it and told me: the greatest achievement of the proletarian cultural revolution movement is that you have to queue up to buy anything!”
Hua — hearing the speech of this lovely female classmate, there was an uproar in the classroom. The teacher, Du Mu, held the pointer in his hand, could do nothing but look at the female students standing in a daze.
suddenly, grandma stood up and shook the whole classroom with his unique loud voice, which was like a broken sand Gong. “No, teacher, what she said was wrong. I asked my father. My father said that the greatest achievement of the proletarian cultural revolution movement is, If you buy anything, you have to ask for a ticket. If you don’t have a ticket, you can’t buy it even if you are in line. If you wait in line, it will be a white line. ”
Hua — heard grandma cunt’s speech, the classroom is more heated and noisy!