Chapter 21 Chapter 20: The Old Residence (1)

Just now my mother called and broke the news quietly: "Director, your father added another set of cabinets, and the room is getting smaller and smaller. No matter what you say..." I said to my mother: "Leave it to me, I will go back and deal with him." Since the renovation of the new home, I, the "honorary director of the decoration office", and my mother have carried out underground work with a single line of contact.As for decoration, there will always be disagreements, and the quarrels are actually full of expectations for a new life, and even when the disputes can't stop getting angry, they are still quite happy.

what!Finally moving.When I went home again on the weekend, I clearly felt that the house I live in now has the feeling of an old residence.The mother who loves cleanliness the most will even say something like this: "Just leave your host clothes there, anyway, you will be moving, and I will clean up at that time." There is a special nostalgia for the house with a special feeling. From childhood to adulthood, our family has moved three times this time, which is really not a lot, and each time is just a small movement around the street of the workplace.When I was young, I especially envied those people who had moved many times. If they moved across cities and provinces, my admiration would be even more aroused. In my heart, they have a kind of heroic spirit of wandering around the world and a well-informed sophistication.Only in our family, the stability is obviously a bit boring.But looking back now, I feel fortunate that my parents gave me a stable childhood. At least the past that appeared in my dreams had a fixed scene, so that the pictures of many old houses would not be fragmented and messy.

The first place I lived was of course very small, consisting of two small rooms and a small kitchen.The bathroom is at the stairway, and it is shared. Of course, I have to go to the public bathroom of the unit to take a shower. But when I was very young, adults used a big bathtub to help me take a bath in the narrow kitchen. When I looked up, I could see my stove and pots and pans. Pots have always been an indelible and interesting impression. That house is the only one in the history of our family that has a coal stove for heating in winter.When winter comes, my father will connect the joints of the iron flue, from the small coal stove in the center of the room to the glass window on the door, where there is a round hole, and the chimney sticks out from there. A plastic bag should be installed at the hole to catch the unknown oil gradually dripping from the chimney.In those winters, there was always a pot of water sitting on the stove, and the room was filled with steam, which was very warm.In winter in the south, hands and feet are the most prone to frostbite. Every year, I bear the brunt of swollen fingers and toes. The first thing I do when I get home is to rub my hands and feet on the warm flue. As soon as the frostbite is warmed, the frostbite will be very itchy. I I always want to scratch it secretly, and immediately I will hear my mother shout angrily: "Don't scratch it! It will break!" Once the family heard a folk remedy from nowhere, saying it was hot sliced ​​radish. It can cure frostbite, so I decided to give it a try.The sliced ​​radish was baked by the coal stove, and when it was almost soft, I took it off and applied it to the frostbite, and I screamed in cooperation.Now it sounds really similar to the "Ten Great Tortures of the Manchu Qing Dynasty", but at that time I didn't feel much pain, but it didn't seem to have much effect later.