Tropical Fish

One day in the early autumn of 1966, my mother returned from work with a rectangular glass fish tank tied to a nylon rope on the back shelf of the bicycle, and a few tropical fish in a canned bottle hanging from the handlebar.

I couldn't wait to unload the fish tank, a moment of cold water, a moment of hot water, mixed with it.

The neighbor's lock brother saw the situation, came to the side of the station, he tried with his hand, said: "Okay, a few peacock tails, see if you are busy." ”

"Thank you Brother Suo for your help."

"You boy is a good mouth."

You don't have to say that these tropical fish, which I carefully fed small, actually got pregnant.

You said that it was a coincidence that in front of the fish tank that year Chinese New Year's Eve night, I was surrounded by my cousins and sisters. Just count the sister's eyes, brother, come and see, the fish is down.

One after another, you see the little fish, born to swim!

Looking at them with full concentration and surprise, I thought you see, I put firecrackers outside.

Later, I learned that my mother had no intention of coming to the "tropical fish", and that eventful autumn, tied me up and did not go out to cause trouble.