Salad Days

Less than mid-October, the Jiang family finally ushered in the first long belated harvest. The golden wheat fields bound the heavy valley ears, and the waves of yellow and clear grass turned into the sky. Jiang Shen hurried home after class and wanted to go to the field to help but was yelled by his mother.

"Don't go." Tan Lingling hit the hot water to soak his feet. "You aunt Hua'er borrowed our harvester. Your dad is on and his waist is not tired."

Jiang Shen is now able to gain a foothold, and nutrition has also followed up. The body has a faint muscle line, but after this class, after standing for a long time, the ankle joint is easy to swell. Tan Lingling is afraid of hurting her muscles and bones. Give your son a foot massage.

Mother pressed his feet and asked him: "What did you jump today?"

Jiang Shen thought for a while: "Learned the Badman Tangjiudai."

"What's that?" Tan Lingling smiled. "The name is so strange."

Jiang Shen explained: "It's just a small kick." He said the gesture while he was kicking.

"..." Tan Lingling wiped her face, reached out and patted his calf, scolded, "Not honest!"

Jiang Shen laughed for a long time. He took a dry towel and wiped his feet clean. Tan Lingling poured the foot wash and said to him when he came back: "You wait for Aunt Hua'er to take Tony back."

Jiang Shen: "How did Tony go to their house? Isn't dog hair afraid of it most?"

Tan Lingling said: "Qinglingzi said before to look at hatching chicks. He borrowed Tony's breed. It was reluctant to sleep in your aunt's hens and helped hatch eggs."

Jiang Shen: "..."

Tony chicken is really rich and colorful. It really helps to hatch eggs. When Jiang Shen went, he saw a rooster with a big flower tail nested in the chicken nest. The expression is also a pair of strangers. Both dog hair and Qinglingzi are both close. Can only squat outside the chicken pen, all look forward and afraid.

Jiang Shen sent the dumplings wrapped by Tan Lingling, and Miao Hua'er must keep him for dinner, so he specially called to go to Jiang's house.

"Your mother agreed, and Auntie went to cook." Miao Huaer hung up the phone and rubbed Jiang Shen's head. "What do you want to eat? Auntie will cook braised pork tonight. I'll give it to you."

Jiang Shen embarrassedly said: "I can't eat..."

Miao Hua'er: "You can eat as much as you can. It can't be cheaper for your brother."

The dog hair was probably heard outside, shouting in disbelief: "Mom, you are too eccentric!"

Miao Huaer gave him a sip: "Look at your chicken!"

Jiang Shen also went to the yard, bent down and called the name of the chicken: "Tony?"

The Tony chicken reacted a little to his voice, obviously knew people, fluttered his wings a few times, and grunted.

"Yeah!" Qing Lingzi pulled her brother excitedly, "Look, look, see the egg!"

Dog fur compared to a "hush" gesture: "Tony has a bad temper, don't be scared."

Qing Lingzi shut her mouth immediately.

It was rare for Jiang Shen to see Qing Lingzi listening to the dog brother, he whispered, "How long can it be hatched?"

Dog hair: "I don't know, there are two eggs under it, I have taken photos of them, and there are chickens." He pointed to a nest of hens next to him. Bring back?"

Jiang Shen also looked forward to the chicks. Of course, he happily agreed to come down. The three of them looked at the **** and hatched eggs with relish for a while, until Miao Huaer shouted in the house, and he was reluctant to procrastinate to wash his hands. The dinner table.

Qing Lingzi was still thinking about the chicken when he was eating. Halfway through the meal, he suddenly said to Miao Huaer: "I won't eat chicken anymore."

Miao Huaer froze: "What's wrong?"

Qing Lingzi grunted: "How cute the chick is."

Dog hair teased her: "Then don't eat eggs, there are chickens in the eggs."

Qing Lingzi probably didn't expect that there was an egg. When he opened his eyes, he was shocked and grieved. In the end, it was still the only remaining pain that was defeated by reality. He grumbled: "I want to eat eggs... "

Miao Hua'er is really annoying and funny, holding his chopsticks to pat his son's head: "Don't bully your sister."

The dog hair hid, did not hide, shouted with a throat: "Where did you bully her?! Let's be honest!"

Jiang Shen couldn't help laughing, and he smiled as soon as he smiled at Qing Lingzi, where the dog hair covered his head and glared at them.

After finishing the meal, Jiang Shen helped Miao Huaer clean up the dining table. The dog hair wanted to move Tony together with the henhouse, but he didn’t have the courage to enter the chicken pen. He had to let Jiang Shen go by himself. Tony saw Not too happy to come out, Jiang Shen crouched beside it and touched its wings.

"Let's go home," Jiang Shen said. He carefully lifted the chicken together with the basket. Tony flapped his wings to keep his balance, and found a comfortable posture and he couldn't move.

To be honest, a fat **** has two eggs, and the weight is not so light. Jiang Shen had to hold the basket in his arms. The dog's hair was far away, so he was afraid of being too far away. Tony took a sulky peck.

"You have to change your habit of talking to chickens." Gou Mao accompanied Jiang Shen home, "Do not pet a chicken."

Tony turned his neck and stared at him with an eye open.

"..." The dog hair shut up.

Jiang Shenle couldn't do it, holding the basket in his arms, and Tony chicken's head rubbed his neck, gurgled twice.

"Brother Gou Mao." Jiang Shen raised his head. He looked at Chen Maoxiu and suddenly said, "I went to the Cultural Palace last time and saw you at the school entrance... Who are those people? Did you really skip class and play? "

Chen Maoxiu was a little choked: "How many times, don't tell the brother to call the nickname, it's so unpleasant." He shaved his hair, there was a hidden pride and embarrassment, "Brother didn't skip class, he went to work ."

Jiang Shen was not very convinced and looked at him seriously with his head tilted.

"Really." Chen Maoxiu is rarely serious. "In another six months, it will be Qing Lingzi's tenth birthday. I am going to buy her a set of painting brushes for her tenth birthday."

Chen Maoxiu mysteriously secretly sang a foreign accent with a particularly heavy accent: "Do you know the brand of Escoda?"

Of course, Jiang Shen didn't know, and could only shake his head honestly.

Chen Maoxiu's expression showed a strong and painful flesh: "Old, I don't have enough pocket money for half a year. I can only work to fill in."

"..." Jiang Shen couldn't imagine how much it cost, so he had to ask others, "What kind of work do you do?"

Chen Maoxiu proudly said: "The rich seniors in our school like to sing KTV. I bring them errands with drinks and can earn twice as much money. At most, it can be one or two hundred a day. You can buy it again."

Jiang Shen opened his mouth and was unsure: "Don't you tell Qing Lingzi?"

"It's a surprise, how can it be said." Chen Maoxiu took it for granted, he seemed to be uneasy, and told Jiang Shen again, "This is our two secrets, you must not say it."

After returning the chickens and Jiang Shen, Chen Maoxiu returned home in the moonlight. Miao Huaer and Chen honestly talked in the patio and saw him come back. Miao Huaer asked, "Shen Zi has returned home?" "

"I'm back." Chen Maoxiu was in a good mood and amused the chicken for a while. He took an enamel cup and prepared to brush his teeth and wash his face.

Miao Huaer sent Chen honestly into the house to get her a blanket, and said casually: "Go to sleep first, how old is your sister, and the child is unconscious."

Chen Maoxiu muttered while squeezing toothpaste: "Why didn't I feel awake when I was a kid..."

Although Miao Hua'er couldn't kick him, he also pretended to make a gesture to scare and frighten, Chen Maoxiu concealed himself, grinned his teeth, and all of his teeth were covered with toothpaste foam.

Chen honestly took the blanket out, and the couple talked about something else.

"After two years Qing Lingzi's painting class can stop for her." Miao Huaer put the blanket on her lap, and she told Chen to be honest, "Have you heard?"

Mouth-washing Chen Maoxiu's ears moved. He was still crouching in front of the faucet, looking back at his mother, twirling between his eyebrows: "Why should I stop, isn't Qing Lingzi painting very well."

Miao Hua'er: "What's the use of drawing well, she still wants to eat? Now she has a good time to study. This kind of energy-sharing thing is just a fun to play as a child. She will go to junior high school in two years, culture class Go well, there is no time to draw."

"Why is there no time?" Chen Maoxiu raised the volume, he straightened up, and there was a little white on the corner of his mouth. "Qing Lingzi should let her paint if she likes to paint, who said that the painting is not good?!"

"What's wrong with you, lighter!" Miao Hua'er threw the blanket on her son and looked back into the house with a guilty conscience. Before she saw her daughter was awakened, she lowered her heart and said angrily, "What do you know?" , How many people can be painters? Do you know how much money you have to waste in one year? Isn’t it painful if you pay!"

Chen Maoxiu's hand squeezed the blanket slightly, he opened his mouth several times to refute his mother, but when it came to his mouth, he couldn't say it. Finally, he could only use the blanket to wipe the mouth hard and throw it back. Miao Huaer.

"You're going to die! Little Bunny!" Miao Huaer shouted in disgust, carrying the blanket, "Who allows you to wipe your mouth with the old lady blanket! Ah?!"

Chen Maoxiu entered the house deafly, thinking that there was still a suffocation in his chest, he opened the refrigerator to get milk, and when he turned around, he saw Qing Lingzi standing barefoot at the door of his room.

The little girl has kept her hair for four years, and now she has grown to her back. Because of her sleep, she is dressed in a mess. Qing Lingzi seems to have just woken up and rubbed her eyes anxiously.

Chen Maoxiu was startled and hurried forward to hug her sister: "How did you get out of bed? What about shoes?"

Qing Lingzi glanced at him, his eyes rubbed a little red.

"Are you dreaming?" Chen Maoxiu asked. He carried Qing Lingzi back to the bed, and found out slippers that he didn't know where he was kicked.

Qing Lingzi lay lying on the pillow, Chen Maoxiu twisted a hot towel to wipe her feet, and then covered her with a quilt again.

Chen Maoxiu resembled an old mother: "Put the pillows well and sleep well."

Qing Lingzi raised his eyelids, and rarely did not talk back, put on the pillow and went to sleep again.

"My drafts haven't been sorted out yet," my sister said suddenly.

Chen Maoxiu squatted down to get her schoolbag: "You just wake up for something here? Just call me without a word, I will help you."

Qing Lingzi didn't speak, she watched Chen Maoxiu sit cross-legged on the ground, and carefully arranged the drawing paper drafts for her. The moonlight in the rural field seemed to be a soft cocoon, which passed through the window edge and fell on her brother's shoulder. .