Red cherry
Text/Yang Zhenglin
There is a lime tree in the corner of my garden, and after the early winter, the golden limes are hung all over the branches, and the stars are like small yellow lanterns, reflecting the orange glow in the sun.
A few small birds with white fluff on their pink heads perched on the tips of the branches, looking at the little yellow lanterns, chirping, as if calling out to their companions, whether the little lantern was edible. Standing in front of the window, I was also anxious for the birds, whether it was good to eat or peck. But the birds just barked cheerfully, and in a moment they all flew away with a "whoosh" sound.
As the owner of the small garden, looking at his own green garden, thinking that there is still a little wasteland by the wall, if you plant a cherry tree, when the spring is under the tree, ask a few friends, taste tea and chat about fresh cherries, then the taste and erotic atmosphere of the local lord is simply not swinging.
When I think of Red Cherry, I think of my childhood with Mei, who is two years younger than me. Mei is the daughter of The Neighbor Hong Mama in the courtyard, well-behaved and white, and especially likes to eat cherries.
Five or six years old also like to look at the ant nest on the red brick wall in the alley in front of the courtyard, her two fat hands are lying on the wall, her fingers are red like lotus knots, and when she finds ants, she will call me: "Brother, come and see, a lot of yo, rows of rows, and officials, there are big clips on their heads." ”
When I was playing, Mei and I would sing children's songs to the ants: the ants and ants are coming, this side does not come to that side, blowing and beating all the way.
When I got tired of playing, Mei would quietly stuff me with a handful of cherries to eat. I was not far behind, eating cherries and following the ant trail along the wall to find the ground, and then began to use bamboo pieces to dig up ant nests.
At this time, the naughty doll who loves to fight in the courtyard is called Ba Lai's passing, and he is not used to me playing with Mei, so he stomps on the ant nest we dug up with one kick.
I forked my waist, clenched my fists, and glared at The Eight Lai, who was taller than me, and the Eight Lais also raised their heads.
Mei stepped forward and pulled me thin, and her red eyes advised me not to fight.
The next day, I knew that Yarai was going to make trouble again, so I put a rotten broom on the door of the men's toilet at the entrance of the courtyard in advance.
After stepping on the ant nest we were looking for, Yarai rolled up his sleeves and triumphantly entered the toilet, and then there was a "Oops to feed" sound, only to see Balai running out with his head covered, grabbing my clothes and trying to dry it, shouting: "Did you do it?" ”
I ignored him, and he questioned Mei again, and Mei replied with big eyes, "I don't know!" When Yarai saw that he couldn't ask, he drank, "You don't dare to measure your baby." "I hurried to find other children to settle the account."
As soon as he walked away, Mei and I covered our mouths and giggled at each other, and Mei smiled and looked really good with a pair of big eyes shining brightly.
Chirping, birds from the lime tree flew again, interrupting memories of the past. But my childhood friend Mei was lying in front of the red brick wall, and the fat fingers of the lotus knot and the sweet red cherry still appeared in front of my eyes.
【About the author】Yang Zhenglin (male), pen name: Yang Laosan, a middle school student in Chengdu, who once went to the countryside to the pioneer commune of Lugu District, Mianning County, Xichang. Senior engineer, construction equipment expert, visiting professor of Chengdu Aeronautical Institute. Hobby travel, writing, publishing dozens of newsletters, poetry essays, etc. in Sichuan Workers Daily, Architecture Daily, etc. He is the author of the "Building Air Conditioning Killer" series of short articles and "The Biography of Supervisor Hao Ren". Zhiqing's story "Chengdu Zhiqing in Mianning" won the first prize for excellent works in the China Zhiqing Writers Cup in 2019.
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