Chapter 3 Arctic Village Fairy Tale (3)

Even so, I ran to the back of the room, picked out all the watermelon seeds from the little clay figurine, washed them with silt water, put them on the skirt of my clothes, rubbed them clean, and placed them one by one on the small wooden board. Thank goodness!Grandpa didn't look at the box for a few days, and no one went to the back of the house.The watermelon seeds dried up unknowingly.I sent them back when no one was around. The matter of watermelon seeds finally subsided.Grandpa closed his mouth tightly again, without saying a word, drinking sullenly with a gloomy face. so boring.The weather is stuffy and hot, as if covered in a steamer, except for my aunt, everyone else is wilting.

Auntie is so happy.After eating, she combed her big shiny black braids and powdered her face.When you are dressed, look in the mirror front, back, left, and right.He sneaked away without telling his family.My uncle told me that my aunt went to find Uncle Zhang who was driving the tractor. It's drought.The little clay figurine had its body cracked and its arms were burned off; the old sow was lying in the pen, basking in the sun without a sound, and the chickens and ducklings all went to the shade. Especially the silly dog, who is even more pitiful in the sun! There is a dog tied with an iron chain in front of my grandma's house.Its hair is yellow, fluffy, and long, and when the wind blows, it glows golden.It is big, with thick and strong legs, and when it runs, it is full of hair shaking, majestic.Such a good dog is called "fool".

Fools are amazing.Grandma said that once, it bit the uncle who was watching the ground until his calf was bleeding, so he was beaten to death, and a lot of the hair on his tail was cut off, and he used it to apply wounds to others.Since then, a chain has been put around its neck. I am afraid of this dog and dare not approach it.Just stand and watch from afar.Grandma said that dogs don't bite their own family members.But I am still afraid, I always feel that its eyes are on fire. It was so hot, and it lay listlessly under the oak screen, sticking out its tongue, panting.I tried to carry a basin of cold water and slowly approached it.It seemed to want to stand up, but it just moved its body, but failed.I put the basin next to it, squatted down gently, and stroked its fur timidly.Satisfied, it leaned back, stretched its legs obliquely, closed its eyes slightly, and lowered its head.I rubbed it hard again, scratched it, and beat it.

It was finally conquered by me!I have a new partner. New partners are friendly with me.Every meal, grandma has to steam steamed buns.When I'm full, I'll take another half, hold it in my hand, pretend to stuff it in my mouth and walk out. Grandma will always say: "Take as much as you eat, waste of food is harmful to nature." I said: " I'm not full yet." No matter how much she babbled, she ran out of the room and came to the gate. When the fool saw me, he straightened up, stretched his front legs obliquely, stuck his head out, and wagged his tail vigorously.I sat on the ground, and it immediately got down and put its front paws on my lap.I stuffed the steamed buns into its mouth, watched it chew and swallow, and couldn't help feeling a sense of pride and victory that I had never had before: the idiot is mine!

After dinner, there was the clanging of dishes being washed in the house.Grandpa squatted in the vegetable garden again with dry tobacco in his mouth; my uncle weaved cages so that he could go fishing in the river;Grab a handful of millet in the bag in the warehouse, and scatter it in the cardboard box, and the chickens will jump in foolishly, nodding and pecking at it.When I met a naughty one, I stood by the cardboard box, poked my head, and I had to throw it down, cover it with gauze, and carry the cardboard box to the south wall of the big kitchen. After doing this, I can look at the sky with a fool in my arms.The west side is so beautiful in the evening!

The sun was setting.There are sunset clouds flying in the sky, dark ones and shallow ones.Some of them are bright red, some are pink, and some are golden.The red one is like the fire in the hearth, the pink one is like a kitten's tongue, and the golden one is like a rooster's tail.Their dark colors became lighter, and the lighter ones became lighter, and the stars jumped out in the blink of an eye.As soon as Xing Xing jumped out, the monkey grandma from the neighbor's house came to chat with a loud voice. Monkey Elder is the best at telling stories.When talking about ghosts and gods, they either squinted their eyes and hummed wildly, or opened their mouths wide, beating their chests and stamping their feet.In this way, she often wants to drop cigarette butts on her pants.Fortunately, her trousers were very dirty, like iron sheets, so she wouldn't burn her eyes.

The kitchen was filled with the choking smell of yellow smoke and sweat.I was tired and tired of listening, so I came out to take a breath. The summer nights are very cool.Frogs croaked from time to time by the river.The sky is full of stars and the air is so fresh.The fool knew I was coming out, so he yelled.I ran up and scratched it. "Fool, look, which star is the brightest in the sky?" I held its head and let it look up at the sky.It tilted its head obediently. I asked again, "Fool, which star do you think looks like me?" It just shook its body. "Big idiot! What a 'fool'!" I scolded it, pressed it down, and couldn't help giggling.

"What are you laughing outside in the middle of the night? Come in." Grandma leaned against the door frame and called me, and I hurried back.Back in the house, Grandma Monkey's upside-down story was almost finished, I jumped on the kang to spread the quilt, and when I was done dawdling, Grandma Monkey's big feet were already ringing in the courtyard. Grandma took her all the way to the gate, bolted the door, drew the curtains, washed her feet, and we went to bed. I can't sleep.I was thinking about my grandpa and what he said to me in the big vegetable garden that day.The more I thought about it, the more curious I was, I couldn't help but wake up my grandma, and asked her, "Who is the 'Old Soviet Union'?"

"The east end." "You can see it standing in front of the window. Is that the house that grows a lot of hairs?" "Well. Go to sleep, you have to get up early tomorrow."