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"Erzhu, Erzhu..."
Two streets away, you can hear clearly, it must be Sister Mei on the front street.
The second lady's mother had just brought out the piping hot sweet potato porridge, and in a large bowl of porridge, there lay three or five pieces of white and tender sweet potatoes, steaming up straight up. The mother is a good bride, gentle and considerate, or a good embroidery hand, but sometimes it is not humane, this drama will start immediately, this porridge, do you want to drink?
Sister Mei's shouting completely hit the little ass of the second lady, the bench was unable to sit still, half-bowed, the left hand grabbed and nibbled half of the steamed bun, and the right hand picked up the chopsticks and kept stirring the porridge in the bowl.
"Poof, poof..."
Drum up your cheeks and blow as hard as you can.
The drama went to the countryside, either years ago or years later.
This year's spring came early, and just a few days after the end of the year, the weather became warmer. A tight little jacket on the body of the second lady, white flowers on a blue background, a section of pure white at the cuffs, one left and one right, embroidered with two butterflies, at first glance, like an early butterfly stinging there, and like a nap for a moment, it is about to dance in an instant. This is naturally the masterpiece of the mother, the mother will embroider more, pink flowers, green grass, flying swallows, she can move a spring to the body of the second lady.
The troupe went to the village yesterday, the adults were busy setting up the stage, and the second lady was a day of joy. The stage is more interesting than singing a big play.
"Boom, boom..." is the sound of thick wooden stakes hitting the soil.
"Ding-ding, dang-dang..." is the sound of wooden planks connecting wooden stakes.
"Hiss, la----" is the sound of pulling the curtain with a rope.
In the wheat field, except for the wheat straw stack, it was empty, but in less than an afternoon, a mighty stage was flattened.
The second lady was crazy in the field until dark. Watch people pile up and pull the curtain, watch the actresses unfold one by one costumes, hang on the shelves, a large piece of red, red, green and green, phoenix crown Xia Shuai, golden glittering, shining eye pain. For a moment, the second lady looked stunned, thinking that she had put on the red and willow green clothes, boarded the mighty stage, and would sing and sing, and would move step by step.
After breakfast this morning, the drama will begin. At this time, the second lady is burying her head in the porridge, and if she can't finish drinking this bowl of porridge, the mother will definitely not let it
"Second lady." Sister Mei called her,
A strong slap slapped on the shoulder of the second lady, almost knocking down the bowl in the second lady's hand. Ignoring her, although it is still hot, the second lady does not dare to stop, while struggling to "purr" into the mouth, while using the panting space to blow again, the original soft and sweet sweet potato porridge, which will have a feeling in the mouth of the second woman: hot!
After drinking a bowl of porridge, the small belly was also swollen, and the half piece of steamed bun in his hand did not care to eat, as if he was grasping it with his left hand, and his mouth hurriedly shouted: "Mother, I am leaving!" Suddenly, there was no trace.
"It's late, it's late, hurry up."
All the way was the urging of Sister Mei. Although it is not far from the wheat field, the second lady still runs out of a sweat, and there are fine beads of sweat on the nose, and the small jacket is attached to the body, sticky.
The stage has been arranged, a table is placed in the center, covered with a piece of flower cloth, is used for official judgment, the back of the stage, both sides are surrounded by curtains, leaving only the stage, the stage is still very quiet, a feeling of wind and rain. The adults were still busy at home, coming less, loosely, moving the mazas, sitting together and talking in a pinch. But the children were all present, one by one, all the little heads were crowded in front of the platform, unevenly lined up in a horizontal row, you squeezed me, the line moved a little east in a panic, I squeezed you again, and the whole team moved west. The drama has not yet started, the children have already sung, and the small mouths are chattering, which is much more confident than the little sparrow. This untidy long line, in their mutual squeeze, kept moving, which naughty boy made it bigger, half of the team fell to the ground, the children took advantage of the situation you pressed me, I pressed you, rolled on the ground, laughed without scruples, and became another happy little stage.
"Boom Boom Boom-----"
The band leaned against the most inconspicuous part of the stage, and the children were having fun, and the gongs and drums were beating there. With a moving brake, a drum sound, let the noisy children suddenly install an automatic closing valve for the small mouth, and instantly quiet down.
After the intense work, a few officers and soldiers came out to take a line, holding large knives and spears, and took a position. The second lady does not like to dance knives and guns, nor does she like these martial arts plays, until she wears a wide official uniform, wears an official hat, and the official grandfather who eats step by step appears, and the drama of the second lady is finished. Without waiting for someone to say a word, the second lady and her friends mostly left the stage.
The meaning of the drunkard is not in the wine, and the intention of the second lady to watch the play is not in the play.
The second lady likes a place, dragging Sister Mei's hand and running, the second lady is an acute child, everything is a sneaky trot, running to the door of the actor's makeup room, that is, a simple small room temporarily erected with a door panel. The second lady was curious about the red, green and green paint in the hands of the actors, one moment drawing a handsome girl, the next moment drawing a black-faced big man, just like this, a smear, the face changed, the role changed. These changes were suddenly packed into the small head of the second lady, and the head of the second lady was barely a question mark.
This is just one of the places that the two girls like.
The second lady still had to run around the field a few times. Next to the shelf of the sugar man, it is necessary to stay for a while. The people who pinch the sugar are all uncles and uncles who are forty or fifty years old, and their faces are all black, which is because of the wind and sun that have been walking in the streets and alleys for many years. This has nothing to do with the second lady, the second lady is most concerned about the sugar man in his hand, the sticky syrup, must be pinched while hot, in order to be stereotyped, a moment of work, pinched out a Sun Wukong, another is a big rooster, a small sheep, but also can pinch out a lively and cute little person. The second lady asked for a smiling little person and held it in her hand, as if she were holding herself. When I got home, I couldn't bear it in my mouth, and I put it in a glass bottle and put it until the New Year.
Those who sell melon seeds, peanuts, rice balls, and sticky fruits naturally follow as soon as the gong and drum sound, and each family will set up a stall according to the wheat straw stack to block the wind. A dime and two cents, the left pocket contains melon seeds, the right side has sugar cubes, a few good friends exchange these foods with each other while walking, you give me a few peanuts, I give you a sugar block, eat until the mouth is dry, the pocket is gradually empty.
There was no killing scene on the big stage, the drama of the two girls was still playing, a few girls went to jump the leather band, and the small mouth was singing: "The leaves on the tree are rattling, and my sister and I are going to pick flowers." My sister picked an octagonal and a half, and I picked a maran flower... Malan blossoms twenty-one, two-five-six, two-five-seven, two-eight-two-nine-thirty-one..." You sing your big drama over there, and I hum my little tune over here, which is by no means different, but does not disturb each other.
The second lady likes to climb the wheat straw stack, the tall cousin is the ladder of the second lady, the cousin bends down, the second lady steps on the cousin's back, whizzes, and sneaks on the top of the wheat straw stack. The wheat straw stacks were made last summer and are very porcelain. Lying in the soft, slippery wheat straw, the second lady could still smell last year's wheat. Several children chatter endlessly, sometimes suddenly bursting out laughing, and then there is no sound, completely independent happy kingdom.
On several occasions, the second lady was carried home by her mother because she fell asleep in the wheat straw stack. In her dreams, there was laughter everywhere, and there were people singing and singing. In the end, these things became more and more blurred, and the second lady actually slept soundly, and a small worm crawled out of the mouth of the second lady and looked for food everywhere.
About the Author:
Shi Yanli, Shandong Chengwu people, small name Er yatou, said to be a small name, in fact, louder than the big name, shouted from childhood, it is estimated that the old will not change. What will not change is the yearning for the literary world, the first few decades, all in order to survive, now finally have time to pursue their dreams, feel that life is worth it. From now on, as a primary school student of literature, I hope to be carefully taught by my teacher.
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