Chapter 2 Arctic Village Fairy Tale (2)

I was afraid, wiped away my tears and stood up, obediently lying on my grandma's back. Bump and bump, go and go.I was tired and gradually fell asleep.When I opened my eyes, in a daze, I saw the big wooden house of grandma's house. The big woodcut house was newly built, and the red cloth was still tied to the beams of the house.Grandma said that it can ward off evil spirits.The house is big, the entrance is the kitchen, and there is a room for the east and west.There are flowers on the door curtain of the west room, a scarlet satin quilt on the kang, and a black lacquered table under the south window, on which are placed mirrors, powder and cream bottles.This is my aunt's place.My grandma and I live in the east house.There is a large kang in the room.The Kang is oiled with blue lacquer, smooth and smooth.Lying on it, I couldn't help but roll a few times.

In the evening, my grandma and I slept in the same bed.She told me stories, all about ghosts and gods, so interesting!I love to listen, but after listening to it, I am afraid, so I shrink my body under my grandma's armpit and hold her shoulder tightly. Even so, I enjoyed my evening.People from the neighbors were crowded in the kitchen, rolling cigarettes, sipping tea, and chatting all over the world, and I could listen to it with my chin resting. Day days are different.Grandpa went to the vegetable garden after finishing the shift; grandma was always busy during the day, chopping chicken and picking pig vegetables; uncle went to school during the day, the school was far away from home, and did not come back at noon; aunt went to work in the team and came back at noon, After eating, he lay down on the kang and slept.How I hate the day, the summer day!

The days were too long, too hot, and too stuffy.I miss my friends back home.How wonderful it was then.Once, several of us went to steal cucumbers from my mother's family.This stinky bitch is bad.When other people's chickens entered her home, they were stoned to death, shaved and thrown into the oil pan.The cucumbers in her house have just been made into buttons, and the yellow flowers haven't fallen yet.Each of us packed a bag, ran to the grove, ate everything, and then went back to see the mother and mother scolding: "What bastard stole your aunt's cucumber, and made him die! It's a man, he choked on food!" Die; it's a woman, suffocate to death after giving birth to a child!"

She stomped her feet, crossed her hips, and spattered all over. But what about here?There are only three children in the whole street: Lanlan, Xiaobao and me. Lan Lan is the same age as me, and looks much better than me: big eyes, small mouth, even the thin lips are red and fresh.Her family is poor, with many children, and her mother is always sick.She always has to look after her brother and sister at home, and rarely comes out to look for me.When I went to her house, her mother was not happy, she pointed fingers and scolded dogs, saying that I made her lazy. Xiaobao is the only seedling that Grandma Li got when she was forty years old.She is so delicate, at the age of six or seven, she has to be held by someone when she urinates, and she cries like a little girl at every turn.Grandma Li didn't let him come out, she was afraid that he would stumble and lose his leg, and she was also afraid that he would accidentally fall into the well.

They didn't come out, so I played alone, went to the vegetable garden to catch grasshoppers and grasshoppers, kept the big ones, put them in the cage my uncle made for me, and stuffed them with pumpkin flowers for them to eat.Tired of watching, I went to the back of the house to make clay figurines. There was a small pocket behind my grandma's house, and when it rained, it was silted up with a lot of water, and the soil on the edge was sticky from the water.I knead it like dough, and I can make several clay figurines every day.I secretly used the watermelon seeds in my grandfather's small wooden box to serve as eyes for the clay figurine; and I quietly applied my aunt's rouge cream to the little clay figurine's mouth.

I heard from my grandma that my uncle went home that year and brought back several big watermelons.After eating, grandpa picked up the dumplings and put them in the box.He usually never touches it, but when there are guests at home, he would open it up and say, "This is the watermelon brought back by Da'er. It's spit out!" put away.That way, just like when he is drinking, he slowly picks up the cup and sips gently, for fear of spilling or leaking. On this day when watermelon seeds were scarce, he shouted at me while talking, "Dengzi! Did you hear that? Dengzi! Bring that melon seed box."

I hiccupped dryly in fright, held it back for a long time, and couldn't speak with my eyes open.Grandma beat me on the back, and then she let out a sigh of relief. I was so wronged that I burst into tears. "Old Sangmenxing! I've had enough cat urine," my grandma cursed through gritted teeth, "It's like a loudspeaker, it's scary!" I fell into my grandma's arms and howled loudly on purpose. Grandpa was bored, stood up shaking his body, and said to others: "Don't watch it, don't watch it. It's useless to watch, it's useless." He took me from grandma's arms and walked slowly to the vegetable garden.

This is the first time he hugged me. The warm sun cast a blue light on the vegetable garden.The persimmons are already shredded. He put me on the ground, bent down and picked a half-green and half-red one, and put it in my hand.He thought I was really frightened, stroked my hair, and said, "Lengzi is good, grandpa will stop talking loudly. Let's eat, wait until autumn, when it is so red, I will leave it to you." I nodded blankly and took a quick bite.I happened to bite into the green part, which made me want to vomit, but I swallowed it in the end. Grandpa doesn't know what's wrong, he talks a lot these days.The uncle said that he missed the uncle, and the uncle hadn't come back for three years.

"Do you like watermelon?" He asked me. I nodded hastily, thought it was wrong, and shook my head hastily.He didn't care, just said: "When your uncle came back that time, he brought back a big watermelon. There are red flesh and yellow flesh. It tastes sweet and sweet." He squinted his eyes as if drunk , patting his legs comfortably and rhythmically. "The old Soviet Union in the east, have you seen it?" "Who?" I haven't been to Dongtou since I moved to my grandma's house. "Hey, what are you talking about. Don't talk about it."

He dropped me and staggered away. I was so angry that I pursed my mouth to my nostrils.