One early morning in the middle of summer, the sun jumped out like a fireball hanging in the sky.
Teacher Gao, who was wearing a clean white shirt, stood by the pond opposite Xiao Qi's house and said to Xiao Qi's father, "Isn't your Xiao Qi coming to school this year?"
At noon, during dinner, my father said to Xiao Qi, Xiao Qi, you also heard it early in the morning, Teacher Gao has come to our house three times, and you are at the age when you should go to study.
Xiao Qi took a bite of the bun, and just took the boiled pumpkin in the bowl, without raising his head: Teacher Gao is good at beating students, and he scrapes the students' noses with a teaching whip...... I don't study!
Mother corrected and said, How can you believe this rumor? Junchu's brother's nose, his mother was born like that, and it has nothing to do with Teacher Gao. Besides, Teacher Gao is just scratching his nose at those naughty students, what are you afraid of?
Who will put the big black and the little flower? And the duck and the old goose, who will put it? Xiao Qi asked his mother rhetorically, looking confident. Xiao Qi's big black is a big black pig fed at home, and Xiaohua is a flower pig fed at home.
Don't worry about this, you don't go to herd pigs, ducks, and geese every day, these are all the work done by my sister, you talk like this, as if you did all these jobs, you didn't let them go, I think they are all alive and well! If you don't put them, the big black and the little flowers will be less ridden by you! Mom grabbed the white little seven.
The sister who was eating next to her also gave Xiao Qi a blank look. Xiao Qi's sister is already in the second grade of primary school.
Anyway, I'm not going to study! I won't study even if I am killed! Xiao Qi angrily threw down his job and went to the woods behind the house to catch him.
It's already very hot, and it's still there to scream non-stop, which really annoys people's hearts.
In the evening, my father told Xiao Qi, Xiao Qi, early tomorrow morning, you will accompany me to sell watermelons on the commune street. Hearing that he could go to the commune street, Xiao Qi was very excited and woke up from a night's sleep. When the rooster crows three times, they set off.
Dad pulled the cart in front, and the cart was loaded with more than 10 large watermelons that had just been picked from the ground, fresh and green, and each watermelon was connected to a melon vine. Xiao Qi, who was barefoot, shirtless, and wearing only shorts, followed closely behind the cart. From the village where the Xiaoqi family lived, there was a long dirt road leading to the commune street. Some time ago, there was just a rainstorm, and it was very difficult for the board truck to walk on such a dirt road on the dirt road after drying.
The last time I went to the commune street, it was during the Chinese New Year, Xiao Qi and his father came to buy New Year's goods together. The tiled house, the clean cement pavement, the soda in the store, the colorful fruit candy, and the pencils all left an indelible impression on Xiao Qi. In the eyes of 8-year-old Xiao Qi, the streets of the commune are paradise, his unattainable dream.
Before the sun rose, Xiao Qi and his father pulled the cart and came to the commune street, to be precise, to the farmers' market on the commune street. It's already bustling with activity. Xiao Qi's eyes widened, looking at everything here with novelty. Here, and Xiaoqi's village are two different worlds. The people who come here, adults and children, no one is barefoot or topless, people are neatly dressed, many people wear sandals and carry bamboo baskets in their hands.
The watermelons of Xiaoqijia are very popular, and it didn't take long for the watermelons to be bought one by one. Seeing that the watermelon was selling so quickly, Dad was obviously very happy, handed Xiao Qi 1 cent, and told Xiao Qi to buy ghost legs (fritters).
Xiao Qi was carrying two ghost legs (fritters) tied with straw in his hands, and when he walked back, Xiao Qi didn't realize that some of the things that happened next later completely changed the trajectory of his life.
Xiao Qi saw two people, an aunt and a girl, they were standing by the cart, and their father was loading watermelons into their net pockets.
Apparently this is mother and daughter. The aunt was wearing a long white dress, high heels on her feet, and a parasol in her hand. She has waist-length black hair, and her voice is soft and crisp, which Xiao Qi has never heard. The girl, who looked to be about the same age as Xiao Qi, wore a white dress and a ponytail. She was also wearing a pair of black leather sandals, and she was actually wearing a pair of white socks!
Dad said to Xiao Qi, come, Xiao Qi, send the watermelon to Auntie at home.
Auntie said to Xiaoqi's father in a nice voice, don't do it, I'll take it myself, the child is so young, how can I hold the watermelon.
Xiaoqi's father said loudly, the rural child is solid, he can do it, and he can carry 100 catties of wheat!
Xiao Qi carried the watermelon in a net pocket on his shoulder, and followed behind the aunt and the girl.
Crossing a street and walking another street forward, Xiao Qi carried a watermelon and followed behind the aunt and the girl.
The cement floor on the street was already very hot by the sun, and Xiao Qi, who was barefoot, obviously felt the scorching heat in the soles of his feet, burning his feet. Sweat, from the forehead, down the face, along the neck, collects into the naked upper body.
The aunt and the girl walked in front, Xiao Qi carried the watermelon and followed behind, Xiao Qi saw the girl's ponytail swaying, swinging left and right, drawing a beautiful arc in front of his eyes; a breeze blew, Xiao Qi clearly saw the girl's skirt corner flying, and the faint fragrance wafting from the girl's body made Xiao Qi stumble.
Auntie turned her head and asked Xiao Qi gently and softly, can you still carry it? I'll take it. Xiao Qi didn't know where the manhood came from, so he firmly refused. It's really strange, such a heavy watermelon, why can't it feel heavy at all? Xiao Qi thought to himself.
The aunt and the little girl stopped in front of a secluded yard, where the greenery was shaded and the flowers were fragrant, as clean as if they had been washed many times in water. The aunt pushed open the door and carried the watermelon in with the little girl.
Xiao Qi turned around to leave, and the aunt said, hey, wait.
Xiao Qi stood in the shade of the tree in front of the door, waiting.
After a while, the girl came out and handed the net bag to Xiao Qi: This is what my mother gave you, my brother's, my mother said, you have to wear shoes in summer, and you can't wear a gown.
It's like the sound of heaven.
The girl flashed through the door, glanced at Xiao Qi, and said to him: Goodbye.
The girl closed the door.
Xiao Qi was completely unconscious, and his breathing seemed to have stopped, and he could barely open his legs, standing there.
From beginning to end, Xiao Qi didn't dare to raise his eyes at all, didn't dare to look at her.
The girl handed Xiao Qi a neatly folded white gown and a new pair of sneakers in the net pocket.
That morning, Xiao Qi wore a white coat and a pair of new sneakers, carried his mother's schoolbag sewn from rags, and set out on the path to study in the village primary school.
There was dew on the grass ridge, and there was mud, and Xiao Qi jumped, carefully avoiding it, so that the mud and dew would not stick to the new sneakers.
Summer is coming to an end, and autumn is coming.
About author:Shen Guobing, a native of Shou County, Anhui Province. He is currently the deputy director of the Propaganda Department of the Huainan Municipal Party Committee, the secretary of the Party Committee and the president of Huainan Daily, and the secretary of the Party Group of Huainan Radio and Television Station.
Huainan Bagong Mountain has a rich history and humanities, and it is also the place where the book "Huainanzi" was written, and the place name brand is well-known, which has a great influence on the works of propaganda writers. "Bagongshan Literature" (yearbook) is an internal publication supervised by the Propaganda Department of the Bagongshan District Party Committee and the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, guided by the Huainan Writers Association, and sponsored by the Bagongshan Writers Association. The journal is committed to the development and prosperity of literature, and provides a platform for writers, poets and literature lovers in Bagongshan District, other counties and districts of Huainan City, as well as all over the country to exchange and display their works. As of this year, seven issues of Bagongshan Literature have been published (2016-2022 volumes). It has had a great impact on the literary world.
Today's headlines "Eight Public Angles" cooperated to select the outstanding works among them. Shen Guobing's novels released in this issue of "Bagong Angle" are selected from the 2022 volume of "Bagongshan Literature" "Langji Qingqing" novel column.
(Editorial Department of "Bagongshan Literature" of Huainan Bagongshan Writers Association)
On April 7, 2024, today's headline "Hachiko Angle" was released