(Issue 17)
After burning the paper for Master, Wei Wenliang returned home and lay down. Two trips a day to "rain to good", made three large paragraphs, returned six or seven small paragraphs, really tired enough. Almost every day, lying down immediately fell asleep. But today he really can't sleep, and he still has a few hours to leave Qinhuangdao, which is a beautiful city. However, after practicing their skills for life and tired of performing, they came here for two years, but the children who should have played did not have time to climb the majestic Shanhaiguan and watch the surging sea. This is a pity. But the biggest regret is that there is no Master here.
Thinking of the departed Master, he shed tears, and the tears wet the pillow. Not only because there is no master here, but also because he has entered a decent garden for the first time here, and he is very popular with the audience. How could he be willing to leave the city that had greatly increased his skills and soared in popularity, and away from the audience who loved and admired him extraordinarily? Without sleeping for a while, his mother woke him up and got on the train in a daze. The train honked, which seemed to wake him up. He looked out the car window and unconsciously burst into tears.
(Mr. Wei Wenliang)
Back in chitu village in the eastern suburbs of Tianjin, Grandma has left the world. Although Wei Wenliang did not spend much time with his grandmother, it was a relative, and Wei Wenliang shed tears sadly. When the funeral was completed, his family left the red soil and entered the city, renting a room in the Yudri Sanjo No. 15 courtyard diagonally opposite the Nanshikou. After staying, his mother asked him to contact him about going to school. At the age of 11, he is about to pick up the blue cloth school bag that his mother sewn for him and go to school. On the night of the same day, my mother took a pair of scissors and said, "Yangtze River, come, my mother cut your braids."
"Cut my pigtails?" Wei Wenliang listened and couldn't help but take a few steps back, "Why are you cutting my pigtails?"
"Ming'er will enter the school, keep this braid?" Classmates still don't laugh at you?"
"I don't cut! Whoever loves jokes makes them laugh. Wei Wenliang, who had never confronted his mother, resisted today.
"Yangtze River," said the mother, who had a good temper, after putting down the scissors, "my mother knows why you don't want to cut your braids." This braid has been kept since childhood, left for many years, cut reluctantly, right?"
Wei Wenliang nodded when he heard it, "I don't want to, Mom, I don't want to cut my braids, and because my braids are gone, my master knows, he will be angry, you say yes?" ”
The master has died, the apprentice cut off the braids, how can the master know? Is it to know which door will be angry? Both my uncle and my father were a little puzzled. So my father interjected: "How do you talk nonsense?" Why is your master angry when he knows? It's all over the place!"
To say that the Son is like the Father. But the mother seemed to know her son's mind better. She said, "What do you think, Mom understands." In Jinzhou, it is because you have this braid that you have the name little monster. Also, your master told you that if you don't take advantage of this cross-talk, you will occupy a handsome. You're afraid that if you cut the braids, you won't take up the 'weird' word, won't you?"
"Mom, you're so right." Wei Wenliang raised his face, "I keep this little braid to say crosstalk, it's quite strange, people love to see, more or less take advantage of it." You say yes or no? If my sister and I were to be able to catch fire in Tianjin and make more money, I wouldn't let you and your father go out and enjoy your happiness at home. ”
(Wei Wenliang and his predecessor Gao Fengshan Wang Shichen)
The mother laughed, but the smile was unnatural, and tears hung from the corners of her eyes. An 11-year-old child is so sensible that he wants to provoke the beams of a family, and it is strange that the mother is unhappy, but it is also sad. The son is the mother's heart, and the mother naturally wants to make her son happy. Wei Wenliang, who was born in this family, not to mention that he did not enjoy a day's blessing, but suffered a lot of sins. It has been 5 years, in Jinzhou in Suizhong in Qinhuangdao, whether it is a three-volt cool summer, or a number of nine cold winters, what day does the son not go out to earn? It's about making money, but it's also about making money! When he was in Jinzhou, his son ran the greenhouse in winter, his ears were frozen, and his two small hands were frozen and swollen, swollen like a hairy face; In Qinhuangdao, the son was on the stage of "rain to good" in the middle of summer, wearing a coat and covering up a sweat, and the beads of sweat fell down, and a cross-talk came down, and the ground was wet. The mother was deeply imprinted in her mind, but the son did not complain about it. How can you make the mother's heart like a knife? Now, the society has changed, and after returning to Tianjin, my mother found a place to sing songs, performing twice a day, earning enough money to live. It is also time to make the son look like a real "child", that is to say, such a big child should study and play. Who knew that things were reversed, but the son let his parents enjoy the blessings, and he went to earn money. No wonder the mother laughed and shed tears.
"Yangtze River, how old is my mother, only 42 years old!" If you don't go out, let you keep it?" The mother's tears have flowed down, "Listen to your mother's words, cut the braids, read well, read the books out, the patience is great, the mother and your father will not go out, let you raise, follow you to enjoy the blessings." ”
Seeing his mother's tears, Wei Wenliang was no longer stubborn. He nodded obediently and used his small hand to wipe his mother's tears. His mother took him in her arms and held him tightly.
The next day he entered Huihe Elementary School. He had never been to school, of course, to attend the first grade. There's no doubt he's a kid, but at 11 years old he's a little older in his class. Although he was not tall and could not see anything standing with the other children, he himself felt a little awkward. Fortunately, he entered the school at the end of April, and soon it was summer. When the school reopened, I only went to the school for more than a month, and I "said goodbye" to the school. I read books for more than three months.
Why?
(Wei Wenhua Wei Wenliang sister and brother cooperation)
Since the Wei family returned to Tianjin Wei, Wei Moxiang has been singing songs at the Yonghe Tea House. She will have more songs, more tunes, and singing beautifully, the old audience when she left Tianjin five years ago is still there, she is back, the old audience has not forgotten her, she sang, the applause is still: like thunder: the sound of the good children is still: continuous. Every day, one thunder strikes each day and night. After dinner that day, she instructed her son to write his homework well, and was about to go to the tea house, when she felt a grunt in her stomach and hurried to the toilet. After a while, he squatted down again. I don't know if it's enteritis, but it's pulled hard enough. Obviously you can't go to the tea house. I had to say hello to the tea house manager, and my uncle said, "I'll go and give you two a leave of absence."
"Why are you going?" Wei Wenliang stood up, "I went with my sister, the field can't be empty, I went to the last show with my sister, for you, you can also get a share of the money." ”
"No, no, no." Wei Moxiang shook his head repeatedly. She said "no", does not mean that this lady and children can't stand her field, in Qinhuangdao, this lady and children are not the main actors of "rain to good", horns, field fire? When she says "no," she means another aspect, "It's okay to take less money, don't delay your homework." ”
Wei Wenliang smiled: "Mom, write six Shengyu, one write ten times; There are also twelve arithmetic problems, sixteen minus seven, nine plus eighteen simple. In less than a quarter of an hour, it's over!"
Wei Yashan obviously didn't believe it, "You also blew too evilly, and finished your homework in a quarter of an hour?"
"Don't you believe it?" Wei Wenliang said and took out the book and pencil case from the blue bag, "Let the uncle pinch the watch, I will do it now." "Come back and do it again, you should go and leave." Wei Yashan suddenly changed his mind and agreed to let the two sisters go. Of course, Wei Wenliang was happy, he hadn't said a crosstalk in months, and his throat was itchy enough. Today I want to go to the Yonghe Building, and this tea house is a garden with formal rules, can you not be happy?
Both of them smiled and took their coats and went straight to the garden.
The first time the two ladies talked about crosstalk in Tianjin, can they do it? This is a crosstalk nest.
(To be continued)