Chapter 7 Arctic Village Fairy Tale (7)

Before I could answer, she took out a bowl from the cupboard and wiped it vigorously with a towel.She put the bowl on the pot table, scooped out a spoonful of sugar from the porcelain jar in the cupboard, knocked it into the bowl, and skimmed the rice soup. A bowl of floating, sticky, sip, sweet and sweet, like soft gum.She spoon feeds me.Scoop it up, put it on your lips, pinch your mouth and blow it gently, and deliver it to me. After drinking the rice soup, I went into the house. On the table, there was a pile of small papers.There are pictures and words on the pieces of paper.Grandma finished eating and tidied up, moved a wooden chair, put it next to the table, and sat down opposite me.

"Do you know me?" She pulled out four cards and asked me. "Chicken, tiger, stick, bug." she laughed.Pinching my nose, she said: "It's not a stick, it's a 'stick'; it's not a worm, it's a 'worm'." She taught me by clicking on the words, and she pushed the picture of the words to me, and pulled out the same one from the drawer. Four cards, said to me: "Let's play a game now. The tiger eats the chicken, the chicken pinches the worm, the worm eats the stick, and the stick beats the tiger. I will play one, and you will play one. Play back and turn them over together to see who wins." ,remember?"

"The tiger eats the chicken, the chicken pinches the worm, the worm eats the stick, and the stick beats the tiger." I repeated it fluently, making my voice protracted on purpose.I took out a tiger and pressed it firmly on the table with the palm of my hand, lest she see it. In my impression, the tiger is the most powerful.Who can beat it?A stick can beat a tiger, but the old lady must never make a "stick".What if she makes a "stick", won't my tiger die? Thinking about it this way, I really want to take it back and replace it with a "worm".Let the worm eat the "stick" of the old lady.But what if she produced a chicken?Isn't my "worm" over?

The more I think about it, the more anxious I become.My head is sweating. "Grandma checks five numbers, and when you find five, turn them all together." "One, two, three, four, five!" We turned over together.She bet on a worm, and I bet on a tiger.How does this count? "Tigers eat insects!" "The worm scratches the tiger! The worm jumps onto the tiger's buttocks, touching it and screaming." "That's not true! A bug is so small that a tiger can trample it to death!" "Nonsense! The worm is smart, and the tiger can't step on it." She blinked her eyes, as if she was annoyed at me.

"Smart ass. When I saw a chicken trying to pinch it, it was as frightened as a little mouse seeing a cat." Unknowingly, my tears flowed out. She also shed tears because of laughing. "It's raining, it's raining, it's raining, it's raining non-stop. It's filled up the ditches and drenched the cheeks." Grandma flicked her fingers on the table, and the chick nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. I stopped crying, and arranged for her: "His eyes, pointed nose, long chin and fat ears. Even with white hair, he still wears a skirt, has a petunia flower, and is still a stinky black!"

She clicked her lips and put her arms around me and smiled.I put my mouth next to her ear and told the secret in my heart. From this day on, I began to read with my grandma.She taught me five every day, and took the exam the next day.If the answer is incorrect, it is absolutely not allowed to eat broad beans and eat melon seeds. The sun went down against the mountain, and it was getting late.Monkey Grandma's big foot movie rang again in the courtyard.Stories of ghosts and gods have lost their magic for me.They were talking in the kitchen, and I was lying on the quilt, looking at the beams, silently reciting the words I learned during the day, and gesticulating with my fingers: "horse, cow, sheep, pig, dog."...

Pig, the word pig is too difficult to write!No wonder pigs are so annoying. It turns out that its characters are also annoying. "Uncle!" "What are you doing?" "How do you write the word 'pig'?" "Add a 'Zhe' to the right side of the dog." As he said, he wrote on the palm of my hand with a ballpoint pen, then put the pen into the kang, and swayed into the kitchen. What are you proud of?Smug!It's so big, is it worth it to write the word "pig"?I thought about it, and typed the word "pig" angrily.This time, it made me remember it.

I lay on my back, looking at the beams of the house, listening to Grandma Monkey's voice, I couldn't help but think of what I said to Grandma that day: "Grandma, Grandma Monkey is really dead. The ear sockets are full of mud, and the big yellow front teeth are disgusting." "Talk everything without making her sad. She wasn't like that before." "She was clean earlier?" "That's right. It's naked, not to mention scorpion flowers, not even a gray star." "Then why is she like this now?" "Just beat the little Japanese army officer and forced her to sleep overnight. She died a few times but failed. She is like this."

"What are you afraid of sleeping?" "That's a shame. You don't understand it now, but you'll know it when you grow up." Little Japan mined gold in Mohe, occupied and insulted many people, and was plundered by the wind before the flower buds bloomed.It was buried in the mud, and no one could tell its color anymore. The autumn wind is blowing.The tender corn grains hardened, the bean leaves turned yellow, the persimmons turned red, and the heavy pumpkins broke the branches.On the roof of the house, there are red ones and green ones, covered with shredded carrots and beans in the sun.

I helped my grandma pick off the beans and peas, thread them on, and hang them under the eaves.