Memories – childhood memories

After my tenth birthday, my childhood turned over. No longer a clueless playboy. Literacy benefits from the naughtiness between children. There was a cousin in the yard who was two or three years older than me who went to school first and was very literate. On Sunday he took charcoal and wrote my name on the high wall of his house. I was told that it was written by my nickname. Originally, it didn't matter if the name was small, it was just a person's code name. When I was a child, I didn't look that way, I wasn't the elder of my own family, and calling other people's names directly was disrespectful to others. His nickname was written everywhere by others, as if he had been greatly insulted. So I quickly asked the others to find out how the person's nickname was written, which was strange to say, and I remembered it once they said it. Immediately found charcoal, retaliated to erase my nickname, and filled in the cousin's nickname. In this way, he not only remembered how his nickname was written, but also remembered how his nickname was written. Then he came to the upgraded version, wrote a joke like "XX baby is a puppy", and when he went to school, I immediately changed it to his nickname. He came back from school and saw it, indignant, and found my father to "complain": "You don't care about your son, write my nickname everywhere!" ”

"No, my baby isn't in school yet, so she can write!"

"You see for yourself if there's anything on the wall?" My father, who couldn't read, asked another student in the courtyard to read it to him.

"You baby can do it!" I haven't read yet learned to write people's nicknames, and I've learned to do it. The father entered the door and was furious, "Tomorrow I will wipe it and apologize to others!" ”

"It was he who wrote my nickname first. I learned his name before I changed it..." I argued.

"Do you still have a reason?" Do you follow the bad things that people do? Don't rub it tomorrow night Lao Tzu told you to eat dried bamboo shoots fried sitting mound meat! Father said fiercely.

"Don't scold my grandson. I can write before I read a book. Very good! "Every time I was scolded, Grandma had to protect me.

"You old man don't protect the short!" Habitually serving cats, cats lick knives. Habitually serving dogs, dogs licking hands. You have to make the baby good from elementary school..."

"Okay, I'll wipe it tomorrow."

I quietly asked my mother where she got the meat from her house? The mother smiled and said, "Dried bamboo shoots are dried bamboo sticks." Take a bamboo piece spanking and call dry bamboo shoots stir-fried sitting meat! You baby really think there is meat to eat! ”

I was horrified. The next morning, I hurried to wipe the crooked charcoal black letters clean. (To be continued)