Childhood + quiet Liaohe - Chapter 27:

“Oh — um — um –”

Castro’s almost desperate sob came again from the gloomy and terrible corridor, and her mother muttered to herself, “Castro is sick again!”

“Mom,”

I asked my mother quietly, “what’s wrong with Li Xiang’s father? Why are you criticized? ”

“Just like Jin Da Pao, you can say what you should say and what you shouldn’t say. Originally, the composition of his family is not good. This nonsense can still have his good. Li Xiang’s mother divorced him in order to draw a clear line, so she took Li Xiang back to her hometown. Maybe she will come back sometime! ”

“Woo Hoo Hoo Hoo Hoo”

it’s really a double whammy. Our poor Castro couldn’t control his mouth and was repeatedly wrestled with. Li Xiang’s mother left him again. Castro, who was extremely weak in will, could not bear the series of attacks, and our Castro engineer’s nerves completely collapsed.

He ran naked, crying all over the corridor, ran enough, ran tired, and then graffiti on the white wall. Soon, a more Picasso than Picasso’s masterpiece was born. Castro stared at his masterpiece for a long time, and murmured incoherently: “what, what, what are these!…”

Hey, even if you don’t know what the painting is, how can others understand it?

After finishing his masterpiece, Castro’s engineer jumped onto the windowsill of the corridor. He kicked open the broken window and jumped downstairs like matviev in Lenin in 1918. Hi!

This Castro is always confused and forgetful in his work. Why not shout “Vassili!” before jumping off the building

It was a fly in the ointment that I jumped down in such a hurry. I felt sorry for him for a long time.

With a thump, the building trembled a little, and Castro’s engineer suddenly fell into his head, which was so sad!

My mother no longer allowed me to play in the corridor, and I did not dare to go. In addition, there was no figure of a small partner in the corridor. Every morning, my mother carried the heavy iron lock and said to my sister, “big fool,”

my mother’s face was still so cold and her tone was so severe that she told my poor sister: “don’t patronize Play by yourself. You should take good care of land and land. Don’t let him crawl and touch everywhere. If he has something wrong, I’ll break your leg. Do you hear me

“Well,”

my sister nodded timidly. After my mother slammed the door lock to death, my sister changed her body and stood in front of me like a little adult and chattered: “little brother, don’t touch this. This is the power socket. Touching it will electrocute you!”

“Lu Lu, what are you doing? Oh, my mother, how can you turn the gas switch? In that way, we will all be fumigated to death. Come here, come here, you can sit here and watch my sister dance rubber bands for you!”

　　“……”

My sister put the string of me on the cold wooden chair without saying anything. Then, she pulled the broken rubber band from the drawer, which was tied with many joints. My sister hung one end of the rubber band to the leg of the bed, and then tied the other end to the leg of the wooden chair. Then she went to the ground to jump around and jump around, jumping with one in the mouth While I was humming old ballads that my ears were hard to grind.

I’ve never been interested in rubber band jumping, which belongs only to girls. I sit on the wooden chair and bite my big finger which has been licked red and swollen and full of acid and rot smell.

“Sister,”

@ P > while licking my fingers, I begged my sister: “sister, don’t jump, let’s play for a while and touch the blind.”

“Don’t play”

@

my sister, who was sweating, shook the little head with two pigtails: “don’t play, don’t play, don’t play with you, you always play, always take advantage of my not paying attention to secretly lift the towel to see where I hide, I don’t play with you!”

“Hum, no play, no play!”

I flopped flat on the floor, and then slid like a loach under the dark, dirty bed.

I stare at the bottom of the bed with a professional eye of an explorer, hoping to find some toys for fun.

I reached out my hand and fumbled about on the dusty floor. Oh, what the hell is this? Isn’t this a pair of broken shoes that my mother has already worn open? Go away.

Well, what are these? Hey, aren’t these dad’s swimming trunks?

Why, Dad’s swimming trunks were thrown under the bed. On the rest day, Dad dug three feet to find his swimming trunks in order to go swimming in the lake, but he said nothing. He was so angry that he scratched his ears and scratched his cheek. While his mother stood on the side and said happily, “it’s just right. Don’t swim if you can’t find it. What’s the fun of swimming I don’t know. A few days ago, how did Lao Yu die on the third floor? It was because of swimming that I drowned

Hehe, I finally realized that this must be a good thing done by my mother. In order to prevent dad from swimming in the lake and unexpected accidents happened, my mother took advantage of his father’s inattention, secretly tucked his swimming trunks under the bed.

Looking at the swimming trunks in my hands, I decided to help my mother continue to hide my father’s swimming trunks. So, I bit my teeth and stuffed the swimming trunks into my mother’s broken leather shoes.

When I finished this, I turned my body and bumped my head into something. I turned my head and covered my aching head to take a close look. Ho ho ho, there was a heavy suitcase in front of my eyes. I stretched out my hand and pushed it gently. Wow, it’s so heavy. I held my excited mood, Quietly around the back of the trunk, and then transport full strength, both hands push at the same time, a crash, the trunk was finally pushed out from under the bed.

I was excited to get out from under the bed, opened the trunk, my sister looked at me in dismay: “little brother, what are you doing? What are you doing? What are you doing? Look at the mess in the room. When my mother comes back, I will have to beat me again!”

Ignoring my sister’s warning, I threw myself on the trunk like a treasure. What is this?

Ah, it turned out to be Chairman Mao’s quotations, which were beautifully printed and well bound. I was not interested in these things at all. I flipped piles of red treasure books with different sizes wrapped in red plastic skin onto the floor, and then continued to rummage in the trunk.

Oh, what is this?

Isn’t this the wedding photo of my father and mother? Haha, my father was so handsome and free when he was young. He wore a shiny big back and wore a shining hero’s gold pen on his straight and straight Zhongshan suit, while the mother with heavy make-up wore a dazzling huaqipao and nestled on his father’s broad shoulders.

With a clatter, clattering, my hand suddenly touched a pile of hard objects and made a crisp sound. I lowered my head and looked at it carefully. My eyes suddenly lit up. At the bottom of the trunk, there were one beautiful and exquisite portrait of Chairman Mao.

My sister was also deeply attracted by these dazzling and radiant portraits of Chairman Mao. She leaned down and gently picked up a portrait of Chairman Mao as big as a dish, trying to hang it on her thin chest, while I grabbed a set of iron, porcelain, glass, and different sizes of badges, one by one, and then picked them up again A red book of Chairman Mao’s quotations, like adults, was waving in the middle of the room with great effort. At the same time, it was jumping wildly: “long live Chairman Mao, long live Chairman Mao, long live Chairman Mao!”

“Long live Chairman Mao, long live Chairman Mao, long live Chairman Mao!”

　　“……”

“Bang — Bang — Bang — Bang –”

My sister and I were jumping vigorously, and the heating pipe behind me suddenly and violently trembled, and then there was a crisp sound. This was the old lady with white hair downstairs, who was scolding and gnashing her teeth. She protested that my sister and I had shaken the floor because of jumping, which wakened her dream.

“Bang — Bang — Bang — Bang –”

“Woo — woo — woo –”

Hearing the piercing sound, the playful elder sister was at a loss. Then she fell down on the cold concrete floor with a helpless face and sobbed in despair: “Woo – the corridor is not allowed to go, the balcony is not allowed to go, the rubber band is not allowed to jump, what else do I play, woo Hoo Hoo…”

Corridor, oh, corridor, I suddenly remembered that the words squeezed out from my sister’s sob immediately reminded me of the great corridor that brought infinite happiness to me and my friends in the dormitory building, and the scene of us climbing up and down on the iron railings all day long.

Ah, so happy, so happy.

But now, I was ruthlessly locked in the house by my mother, living a life like a year.

“Sister,”

my chest is still covered with funny badges, and I quietly walk into the kitchen. I grab two pieces of cold and slow head and hold up the sugar jar. I quietly walk to my sister’s side: “sister, don’t cry. If you don’t jump, you can’t jump. Come on, let’s eat slowly!”

“Don’t eat, don’t eat, I’ll jump, I’ll jump the rubber band!”

My sister made a stubborn temper against me. I ignored her. I sat on the table and chewed the cold head as hard as stone, and then filled my mouth with cold sugar one after another.

“You know to eat, eat, eat, you are a pig!”

Seeing that the sky was getting dark, my sister, who was crying red eyes, got up from the floor mechanically. While she was tidying up her wrinkled clothes, she told me coldly: “little brother, it’s getting dark. My mother is going to leave work soon. You don’t have to pack up these things and wait for mother to come back. You can’t beat your house to death Me

“Well,”

I promised to throw away the cold steamed bread very reluctantly, and then walked slowly to the trunk. With the help of my sister, I pushed the red book and the big badge back into the trunk.

“Hua La” the door of the room rang softly, and the elder sister said stupidly, “mom is back!”