Chapter 173 Xiaopo's birthday - in the garden

It's a pity that the New Year is just like any other day, passing by in the blink of an eye.My father went back to the shop to do business, and my mother stopped cooking seven dishes and eight bowls of food. Chen's mother still slept at eighteen o'clock every day, and she didn't even have a smile on her face.The things my father gave me are a bit tired of playing, besides, my sister lost a small bowl, Xiaopo's train kept derailing, and injured many ideal passengers. Both mother and elder brother went out, and Chen's mother was upstairs dreaming.Holding the train, the platform, and the tracks, Xiaopo ran into the garden, wanting to drive a fast train to his heart's content.When I arrived in the garden, I saw my younger sister Xianpo sitting alone by the fence, with some light yellow bean curds on the ground, weaving wreaths and playing.

"Xian, what are you doing?" "Weave a wreath for Erxi." "No need to make up, put the flowers on the train, let's transport the goods." "Alright. From where to where?" asked the younger sister, in fact, she must know how Xiaopo would answer. "Shipping from here to Kuala Lumpur, okay?" My father often went to Kuala Lumpur to do business and always took the train, so Xiaopo thought that all trains had to go to Kuala Lumpur. It seemed that without Kuala Lumpur, there would be no need to build train roads in the world. "Okay, let's stock up." My sister said.

The brothers and sisters loaded all the bean curds into the car one by one. Xiaopo installed the rails and drove back and forth a few times; Take it down; put it on again... Slowly, the flowers are fully ripened, and the train is getting more and more troublesome. "Xian, let's not play like this." "What are you doing?" My sister couldn't think of an idea for a while. Xiaopo walked back and forth twice with his hands behind his back, then remembered: "Xian, let's find Nan Xing, Sanduo, and others, shall we?" "What if mom says us?" "Mother is not at home! Immortal, wait, I will go find them." After a while, Xiaopo brought a group of children: two Malay girls; three Indian children, two boys and one girl; Children, a boy and a girl; a fat boy from Guangdong.

The two Malay girls were dressed in the same way, both wearing a double-breasted white coat and a cylindrical floral skirt around the bottom.The hair is all combed upwards, and combed into a small bun on the top of the head.All barefoot, wearing a pair of gold bracelets on the ankles.They were twin sisters, about the same shape and about the same height.Both of them are slow and unhurried, and it seems that it has nothing to do with whether they play or not.They didn't talk too much, didn't move around, just stood on the side hand in hand, arguing in a low voice: who is the elder sister and who is the younger sister; because they are both the same, they can't remember who is the elder sister and who is the younger sister. .

Two little Indian boys, wearing nothing but a short red skirt around their waists.Their hands, feet, and spine are all very soft, delicate, and smooth; although they are a little dark, they are so black that they look oily and beautiful.The little Indian girl was also wearing a red dress, but a large silk scarf was draped across her back, and the ends were draped beside her, very chic and beautiful. The two Fujianese children were both wearing black summer silk trousers with wide sleeves and wide legs.The little girl wore a short braid and tied it with various colored velvet ropes. The fat boy in Guangdong only wears a pair of trousers.With thick arms, fat legs, and straight eyes looking around, he really looks like a bastard.

None of us wore shoes, and even two Fujian kids—the father ran a leather shoe store—were also barefoot ducks. They were all standing in the shade, and none of them knew what to do.Nan Xing, that fat boy from Guangdong, saw Xiaopo's train, and suddenly said like a small bronze bell: "Let's play on the train! I'll drive!" He picked up the train and didn't want to let go. like. "Go to Kuala Lumpur!" Xiaopo had no choice but to give up the train to Nan Xing, because he——Nan Xing—had taken the train before, and had eaten a bowl of coffee on the train.Those who have been on the train naturally know how to drive, so Xiaopo had no choice but to retreat.

The father of two little Indian boys was selling tickets at the Singapore station, and they cried out: "Buy tickets here!" (Now they all speak Malay—the "Esperanto" of Nanyang.) Everyone pulled a stalk of rabbit grass as money for the ticket. "Wait a minute! There are too many people and it's too chaotic. I'll be a policeman!" Xiaopo became a policeman and stepped forward to maintain order: "Women buy first!" The little girls all came over with rabbit grass and handed it over to the two little Indias.They gave everyone a leaf as a ticket.

Everyone had tickets, and the two ticket sellers in Little India also bought their own tickets—their own left hand gave their right a piece of grass, and their right hand gave their left a leaf. They were all lined up in two rows behind Nanxing.He stretched his neck and shouted: "The door!—" Then he bent his legs, supported the train with one hand, swung it back and forth beside him with the other, rubbed his feet on the ground, and said "seven dong, seven dong" in his mouth. .Let's drive! The passengers in the back also bent their legs, wiped their feet on the ground, swung their hands back and forth, and said "seven dong, seven dong" in their mouths, and circled the garden like this.

"Eat coffee! If you don't eat coffee, you don't count as having been on a train!" shouted the driver in front. So everyone swung it with one hand and put coffee and rice into their mouths with the other.In this way, I walked around the garden again. The train was going faster and faster. The two Malay girls behind Nan Xing had long skirts and didn't have much strength. They stopped arguing about who was the older sister and who was the younger sister. They gasped and asked, "When will we arrive?" "It's still far from Kuala Lumpur! When we get there, I'll tell you of course." Xiaopo shouted from behind.

"What? Go to Kuala Lumpur? The tickets I bought just now are only enough to go to Johor!" The two little Indians said in amazement: "There is no other way, so I have to pay for the ticket." They jumped out of the car while talking, Ask everyone for money.They didn't have any money with them, so they all jumped down and went to the root of the wall to pull the rabbit grass.Nan Xing supported the train by himself, and said "seven dong, seven dong" in his mouth, and went around the garden. The train was still running, and everyone got on it again with some effort.

The car runs faster!The little Malay girl was holding up her skirt, and the little bun on her head was poking forward, desperately running.As soon as their legs were bound by the skirt, the two fell forward together and were pressing on the back of the car.The passengers behind couldn't hold back their feet for a while, and they all naturally fell into a bunch; but there were still "seven dong, seven dong" sounds in their mouths.Xianpo's braids were wrapped around the Malay girl's legs, and his heels were touching the tip of the Indian girl's nose; but no matter what, he still said "seven dong, seven dong" in his mouth. "It's changed to a truck! Just climb like this!" Xiaopo came up with an idea.He had seen it: passenger cars were small rooms, and trucks were mostly small cars without covers.Well, we are now down on the ground, a little shorter, and of course just turn into a truck. Nan Xing said "Door!" again, and began to crawl forward, leaving the train aside.Everyone followed behind with hands and feet. The kitten Erxi also came and followed behind.She ran lighter than them, without any effort. Xiaopo didn't speak, so naturally he would never reach Kuala Lumpur, because he was the only one who knew that place. (In fact, he had never been there, because his father often mentioned things there, and Xiaopo felt confident that he had something to do with Kuala Lumpur.) But he didn't say anything, so everyone continued to climb forward. Nan Xing suddenly saw Xiaopo's "platform" standing by the fence, he said "Gate!" and crawled over.Shouted: "It's here!" He lay on the ground panting for breath.Everyone also fell down, not caring whether they had arrived in Kuala Lumpur.Xiaopo knew he hadn't reached his destination yet, but he didn't have the strength to climb any further, so he fell to the ground motionless, still saying "seven dong, seven dong". Everyone lay down for a long time to catch their breath.The two Malay girls stood up first, with the little buns on their heads tilted to one side, many small beads of sweat still hanging on their foreheads, and their red faces made them look even more beautiful.They said in a low voice, "I don't want to play anymore! Taking the train is more tiring than walking, and I will never take the train again!" Xiaopo quickly stood up and stopped them.Although they haven't arrived in Kuala Lumpur yet, they don't like to take the train again, so they have to think of other ways to play.After listening to Xiaopo Tiangan's advice, they sat down holding hands again.Xianpo also raised his head and asked her who was the elder sister and who was the younger sister; then they remembered the unsolved problem again and forgot to go home. "Come on, tell a joke!" Xiaopo came up with an idea. Everyone agrees.Although Nan Xing had no jokes to tell, he didn't object, because he had a good idea: after everyone finished talking, he said it again, and that was fine. They sat in a circle, with their faces facing inward, and their feet were put together. Their toes were like a swarm of bees. You squeezed me, and I squeezed your movements. "Who will speak first?" Xiaopo asked. No one volunteered. "Whoever has the smallest thumb and toe should speak first." Sanduo—the Fujian kid—suggested. "That's right!" Xianpo knew that his feet were small, but he was eager to hear the joke, so he covered his feet with his hands and said this. Nan Xing didn't wait for others to recommend him, so he picked up everyone's toes, like an old lady picking bananas, to check.It turned out to be the youngest of the two Malay girls, and everyone applauded for their jokes. The faces of the two girls turned even redder. You looked at me and I looked at you, not knowing what to say, or who should speak first.After muttering for a long time, I planned to ask my sister to talk first, but I couldn't figure out who was my sister at all, so I changed it to talk to the two together.They looked at the ground, touched the bracelets on their ankles, and said softly together: "Once, once, there was a tiger." "No, it's not a tiger, it's a crocodile!" "It's not a crocodile, it's a tiger!" "It's not a tiger, it's a crocodile!" One must talk about tigers, and the other must talk about crocodiles.The two sisters talked more and more anxiously, the little buns on their heads were squeezed together, and everyone could only hear: "Tiger, crocodile, crocodile, tiger." Nan Xing applauded, he thought it was very nice.Ordinarily, when people tell jokes, they are always long and complicated, with hooks and bends, and they are always hard to understand.See how clearly they say: tigers, crocodiles, nothing else.it is good!Applause desperately! Xianpo was afraid that they would fight, so he advised them to talk about tigers first and crocodiles later.They didn't listen, so they had to say it together; because they memorized the two jokes verbatim in their hearts; but they couldn't recite them alone no matter what. Everyone looked at it like this, it was really difficult to handle, and they all raised their hands to speak.When Xiaopo asked them what they wanted to say, he dropped his hand again and said nothing at all.In the end, it was Xiaopo's suggestion: tell the sisters to wait a while, and now ask my sister Xianpo to say something.In fact, he had heard Xianpo's jokes for a long time, but he loved his sister so much that he brought her up.Everyone didn't know whether they understood or not, so they applauded together.The little Indian girl didn't know how to applaud, so she patted the soles of her feet with her hands; she wondered why she didn't clap as loudly as others? Xianpo is very grateful to everyone applauding her, but declares: her mouth is very small, I'm afraid it can't be said well.Everyone thought there was no reason, and Nan Xing actually thought of it: eating bananas with his mouth may not be enjoyable; telling jokes, maybe a small mouth is better than a big mouth; he himself has a big mouth, but he can never tell stories. Xianpo agreed to them very politely, and everyone listened with full screen breath.She first turned her head to look at the amber half-ripe coconuts on the coconut tree, then twisted the red velvet rope on the braid, and touched the small black mole on the instep.Nan Xing thought it was just a joke, and immediately applauded.Xiaopo was a little unhappy, and pinched Nan Xing's fat calf with his toes, and Nan Xing quickly stopped clapping. Xianpo said: "Once, there was a four-eyed tiger," Two Malay chicks and two Indian children said together: "Tigers have two eyes!" Both Malay and India are places where tigers are born, so they know the details.Xianpo pouted his mouth and got angry: "Stop talking!" The Indian child felt a little embarrassed, and hurriedly explained: "You are talking about two tigers, so naturally they have four eyes." "Bah! It's a tiger with four eyes!" Xianpo's attitude was very tough.The Malay sisters asked in a low voice: "Where do the four eyes grow? They all grow on the neck?" After speaking, they covered their mouths and laughed for a while.Xianpo couldn't answer, so he could only stare at them. Sanduo was suddenly clever, and said for Xianpo: "A tiger wearing glasses is a tiger with four eyes!" Nan Xing didn't understand the mystery of the words, but found it interesting to be confused, so he clapped again. Xianpo said nothing.Xiaopo tried to think of a good story, and turned his face away for his sister.For some reason, I couldn't think of anything except the joke about the four-eyed tiger. Everyone asked the little Indian girl to tell that she also told a story about a tiger, and she only told half of it and forgot the second half. At this time, everyone wanted to talk, but there was only tiger, tiger, tiger, tiger in their minds, and no one could think of anything new. Finally, Nan Xing recommended himself and told everyone: "Once, there was a four-eyed tiger, another six-eyed tiger, and - one - seven-eyed tiger." Speaking of six eyes, his The ability to "advance by two" is over, and we can only add one by one.I kept saying: "There is still an eighteen-eyed tiger," and I can't remember: after eighteen, it will still be fifty, or twelve.If he couldn't think of it, he pulled it down, so he was bald, and suddenly stopped talking.If he hadn't applauded himself, no one would have thought that he had finished speaking.