There is a little boy named Tang Xiaoxi, who is a fourth-grade student of primary school, which means that he is ten years old this year.
He was very thin, with a large head and two thin and long legs. His health didn't seem to be very good, and he yawned as soon as he did his homework; but as soon as he played, he came to a great momentum, and his body seemed to be very good.
His arithmetic and language were not very good, and he always scored three points in turn in these two subjects.
You say he has no ability, but he can skate, swim, kick small leather balls, touch fish, fish, catch small bugs, beat sparrows with rubber bows, pinch clay people, carve little people on tables with knives, and make fake masks with cardboard shells, and disguise himself as an ancient hero with a big flower face.
In short, almost all ten-year-old boys would play tricks he would.
Because he loves to play, once he plays, he is not enough, and his sister Xiaomei calls him "not enough to play".
Of course, he himself did not agree much with the nickname. To let Xiao Xi himself say, it is not too much to play at all, it is not enough to play, but to play too little, and it is not happy to play.
For example, there have been several times when I've played a small ball, and it's always when he's running that grassy pitch or preparing to shoot, and the class bell rings.
Several times after dinner, he put on his own wooden rifle and fought with the children in the backyard, and it was always when he was preparing for a big charge, or when he was charging, and he didn't know how it was getting dark, and his mother immediately forced him to go back to the house to review his homework.
Even on Sundays, it is not necessarily a pleasure to play. One Sunday afternoon, Xiao Xi went fishing outside the city, and he sat by the lake as if he didn't have much effort, and the large glass bottle was filled with only a few "piercing nails" and small loach, not even a single crucian melon.
The sister suddenly appeared from behind him. I don't know how my sister found this place. As soon as she saw her sister, she criticized him quite horizontally: "I really don't have any concept of time!" Do you know, it's almost six o'clock! ”
Xiao Xi was also very angry, and immediately pushed back: "Six o'clock is six o'clock!" You, little adult, are not afraid of you! ”
He said he wasn't afraid, but he was still a little anxious in his heart. I don't know what day it started, But Konishi felt that there was always a voice next to his ear from morning to night urging him: six o'clock, seven thirty o'clock, eight o'clock a moment, twelve o'clock! ......
It means: get up, go to school, go to class, go to class, eat, eat again! ...... As if his teacher, mother, and sister had all deliberately caused him trouble, he was very angry.
Whether he was angry or not, there were always people shouting: two o'clock is almost a moment, four o'clock is a moment later, nine thirty-five o'clock is over, nine thirty-five o'clock! ......
Slowly, Xiao Xi felt that there was another strange thing that particularly liked to mess with him, that is, not to let him play happily. The invisible strange thing is called time, he is more powerful than anyone, obviously he is in charge of the teacher, mother and sister, and then let the teacher, mother and sister manage Xiaoxi.
But the sister couldn't move and said to Xiaoxi, "Hurry up, hurry up!" "It's as if Konishi can control time again."
What's going on here? If time can be seized, then what is he?
Source: Yan Wenjing, "The Next Ship" Port