Chapter 28 arrive home

Last summer vacation, my little sister who didn't understand the matter quietly asked my mother: "That sister Xiao, why hasn't she returned to her home in Taipei?" It turned out that she regarded me as a guest, thinking that my home was in Taipei.It's no wonder that she was only three years old when I left home to go to college. A child of this age would inevitably have the illusion of a "guest" for a person who only comes back every year during winter and summer vacations, right? This time, I'm back again, back to enjoy the rights of the host, plus the respect of the guests.

The tricycle was pedaling slowly under the moonlight, and I had no intention of urging him.It is not easy to find a coachman with such a sense of humor in Taipei.I sat leisurely among the luggage, looking at the starry sky, the lights in the distance, and the hazy night scene, and felt a kind of joy that was almost out of this world. The car was driving on the empty asphalt road, which under the moonlight seemed twice as wide as usual.The rich rice fragrance wafts around, and the mellow aroma seems to be persistent, even when faced with an approaching car, it will not back down. The wind blows intentionally or unintentionally.Suddenly, I felt something very soft blowing on my neck, it turned out to be a flower.I recognized it, it fell from the poinciana tree, the bright red petals, one would think that any tree would be exhausted and die as long as it condensed its blood into such a small amount of red.But when I looked up suddenly, I found that every tree had tens of thousands of petals, shining bright light and color under the moon.I couldn't help but stare at them, and many petals fell off the branches in the night wind, so a luxurious and beautiful red carpet was laid on my way back.

The car stopped in front of a courtyard with a big banyan tree. I handed him ten yuan. He only asked me for five yuan and wanted to leave. I didn’t say anything, but still stood still, so he came to me again Only one yuan, I walked back with my travel bag.How could I be fooled?This is my home! The eldest sister came out to open the door. She was studying at night for the college entrance examination, and everyone else was asleep.I quietly walked into the dormitory, the third child woke up, rubbed his eyes, and said, "Oh, so beautiful!" Then he fell asleep again in a daze.Am I pretty?I think this is coming home after all, only at home, everyone is beautiful, no sister thinks her sister is ugly, I have a friend, her sister tried her best to persuade her to run for election Miss China!

When I woke up the next day, the shadow of the grapefruit tree danced on the screen window. I like the grapefruit tree very much. Even when it is not in bloom, it exudes a clean and fragrant smell.I pushed my pillow up and saw that the pomelo tree was actually covered with new grapefruits. The fruit was green and hidden in the leaves of the same color as it. What an admirable attitude, when it is not yet ripe , it hides it humbly, until it is huge and full of juice, then it is willing to put on golden clothes and dedicate itself to human beings. At this time, I suddenly heard my mother's voice, she said:

"Go and see who is back." Then the door opened, and the little sister jumped in. "Ah, Sister Xiao, Sister Xiao..." Her little hands began to pull me, "Get up and have breakfast, I will give you a seat on my stool." "Anyone who wants me to sit on his stool has to give me a dime," I said. "I have a hair, you sit on mine." The younger brother exclaimed excitedly. "I'll have fifty cents later, you sit on mine first, and I'll give it to you later." I am surprised that these two children who often won awards for their excellent grades in school can't even figure out this problem today.Who in the world is charged for sitting in someone else's seat?Maybe it's because this is home. At home, many things are quite different from the truth in the world.

Just after eating, a bicycle suddenly stopped in front of the door, and immediately, there was a sound of racing footsteps on the floor. "What is this for?" No one paid attention to me, and everyone ran towards that person. So I saw the little sister who was leading by one horse snatched a newspaper from the man and came back very proudly. The rest of the people didn't grab it, so they had to ask for a step back: "You can read it to me!" "The next step is me." "And then me." After chattering for a while, they all came back, and the little sister walked in mysteriously and stuffed the newspaper into my hand.

"I'll show you, Sister Xiao." "I didn't mention the newspaper!" "You said so!" "I don't know, there are no newspapers!" She looked at me stupidly. "What did you just say?" "Say Pack 'Squeeze'".She pointed to the paper bag next to my pillow with a fat finger. I opened it and saw that it was a hot bun.It turned out that she used "squeeze" as "squeeze". If she was at school, the teacher would scold her, but this is home, so she doesn't need to suffer. Everyone in the family forgives her and thinks that waiting for her When you grow up and your teeth grow, you will naturally speak clearly.

We often have many little guests in our house. This may be because we don't have any high-end decorations in our living room. We don't have any ancient vases, palace lamps, or carpets. Of course, we don't care about the children's almost barbaric games. , if other people's homes are "full of friends", our home should be "full of children".Every time these children see me, they always seem a little afraid. Whenever this happens, I often think that I am almost a guest, but my kind brother always saves me every time. "Don't be afraid, she is my sister."

"What does she do?" "She goes to school, she is in Taipei, she is going to university" "Do you still have to go to school at this age?" "You man," the younger brother glared at him. "University is for older children. Do you know that university? You must know that it is a university, a university in Taipei." There are many younger brothers and sisters, so it is easier to play games. One day, I walked by the living room, and they were playing the game of "pretending to be a house". , the younger brother pretended to be a doctor, and there were many bottles and cans in front of him, chatting to embellish his lonely courtyard.He tried to stop me when I passed by and asked me to see a doctor.

"I'm not sick!" After I finished speaking, I ran away quickly. So he sat with his chin resting for a long time, and when he saw the third child passing by, he jumped forward and grabbed her; "Come, come, come see a doctor, half price today." Of course the third child was struggling desperately, but many little ghosts came out of nowhere and pulled her together. In the end, the healthy patient finally sat in the fake doctor's clinic. Looking at her face, it seemed real. When I was sick, the doctor used two rubber bands strung together and tied a soy sauce bottle cap, which was regarded as a stethoscope, and then pretended to feel the pulse, and concluded that it was time to give a saline injection.The so-called saline needle is a high-hanging water bottle at the top, with a hollow plastic thread inserted into it, and a big shiny nail hanging from the bottom, which can actually draw water out.As soon as the tip of his nail touched the sick arm, she cried out loudly. I thought it hurt, so I ran to rescue it, but I heard her say intermittently:

"No, no, it's tickling me to death." After the injection, the doctor gave her another dose of medicine, which turned out to be a handful of guava slices mixed with sugar. Is there such a lovely medicine in the world?When I was out alone, whenever I fell ill, I always had to take some terrible medicine like poison.Oh, if I had such a lovely doctor with me at that time, I think I would be cured without injections or guava slices.After returning home, life is extremely leisurely. Apart from reading and sleeping, I just take a walk in the courtyard.There are several trees in the courtyard, the cutest of which is the mango tree, a fruit that cannot be won by its color, and I like its extremely fragrant smell. When I lived in the dormitory, every time I read on the corridor, I often saw the bright red "lotus mist" on the back mountain.Once, Cao said: "Why doesn't that tree grow closer?" In fact, it doesn't matter if it grows closer, because it belongs to others; if you want to eat it, you have no other choice but to pay. There are too many legal provisions, which divide the ownership very clearly. No one can touch anyone's things. Only at home, in my own home, can I take it arbitrarily. No one will blame me. I am a master! The only regret after returning home is that we lost many friends we could talk to. We used to have a heart-to-heart talk after dinner.At that time our dormitory was often filled with laughter, and I used to like to call them my "dear roommates", but now, the "full room of happiness" I ruled is temporarily dispersed.The day before yesterday, I sent Dan a box of mangoes so that she could share in the happiness of my home.Home, it is too much like a simple mango full of sweet juice! I am waiting, I think her reply letter will come soon, and she will tell me many ordinary and touching stories in her family.I really believe so; every man, when he returns to his own home, must be surrounded by sweetness and happiness.