"Then I won't slip away!" the uncle who got off the donkey, bypassed Qian Hong with a straight face and went back to the East House.

My aunt works at the state-owned Sanjiang Art Factory, and Qian Hong knows that the work she calls is to sawn the characters on the colored acrylic board, using the thin wire to cut them along the outline of the characters, so that the next step can be pasted on the plaque or signboard, which is the same as the exterior work of her mother.

After a while, there was a sizzling sound in the east room, and then Qian Hong returned to the sofa boldly with confidence, Xinxin had stopped crying, and was completely addicted, only caring about competing with "Tetris", and Qian Hong accompanied his grandfather to watch "Zhengda Variety Show" and watched the host introduce foreign customs.

At this time, "Zhengda Variety Show" had just started broadcasting, the hosts were still Yang Lan and Jiang Kun, Zhao Zhongxiang was still working hard in "Animal World", and Qian Hong's favorite part of the Zhengda Theater was still playing a very classic American drama "Time Tunnel", which made Qian Hong also excited.

It's a pity that before I finished watching this episode of the American drama, my aunt went home humming a minor tune, the melody Qian Hong listened to familiarly, and carefully distinguished, isn't this "The Dedication of Love"? It's really old enough.

A few minutes later, grandma also pulled the old grandson in the same workshop, Qian Hong needed to call the matchmaker of grandma, the two went straight to the hut, and also drove the aunt out, but the result was that the aunt found the electronic toy in Xinxin's hand, and then completely disregarded the identity of the fight, and the grandfather kept saying that her.

At about ten o'clock in the evening, half past ten, grandma finally sent grandma away, but looking at her expression, it seemed that she was not too satisfied, and then everyone went back to their respective houses, grandpa also began to put the quilt, and Qian Hong washed his face and feet under the supervision of grandma.

finally lay down in the long-lost quilt at his grandfather's house, but Qian Hong said that he couldn't sleep at all, so he simply leaned over to his grandfather and touched his arm with his little hand: "Grandpa, tell me a story!"

"And what story do you want to hear?"

"I rarely hear what my grandfather says. ”

"Hehehe, then I'll tell you a story about an old hunter who went into the mountains to hunt, the old hunters who dared to go into the mountains alone in the early years can use a hound to hit the incense head......"

In the sound of his grandfather's yin and yang, Qian Hong felt very relieved, and gradually fell asleep, until six o'clock the next morning, when he was woken up by the chaotic sound in the direction of the kitchen.

"Dangdangdang......" This is the horse spoon beating the frying spoon, which can also be understood as the sound of calling everyone to get up, as a result, Qian Hong immediately jumped up, got dressed in three or two, and rushed to the kitchen to wash his face, but it is a pity that the washbasin has been occupied by the second aunt, and with her stinky beauty, it will never be finished in 5-6 minutes.

But Qian Hong rushed home to get his schoolbag, how could he have time to wait here slowly, so he took out a hand towel, transferred it to the water tank, soaked the hand towel with a water scoop, and wiped it directly on his face, even saving pancreas and soap.

"For dinner, rice porridge and noodles are optional, and stewed beans are enough. It seems that grandpa is in a very good mood, and he shouts while hot dishes, and Qian Hong, who hastily washed his face, even saved brushing his teeth, and quickly helped grandpa put the hot meal on the folding table.

After eating breakfast like a war, Qian Hong went downstairs with a smoke, and when Xinxin was still sleepy and washed his face with the help of his aunt, Qian Hong had already rushed back to the door, of course, he didn't forget to bring back the precious handheld game console.

It was such a coincidence, when Qian Hong was about to knock on the door, his mother directly opened the courtyard door and walked out, still carrying Qian Hong's schoolbag, lunch box and red scarf.

"Came back so early?" The mother looked at Qian Hong in surprise, you must know that in the past, when I spent the night at my grandfather's house, it was often my mother who killed and carried people out of the bed, who would have thought that Qian Hong would even overcome the problem of lying in bed.

"Well, I've finished eating, Dad?" Qian Hong took the red scarf first, and directly wrapped it around his neck, his hands in a quick knot in front of his chest.

"I went on the seven o'clock commuter boat and I brought you rice and chicken and two pieces of cod. ”

"Thank you, Mom, I'm going to school, I'll go to charge and find you after school. ”

"Slow down, don't spill your lunch box. ”

Hurriedly leaving the bungalow, Qian Hong joined the crowd of people who went to work and school in the morning, and arrived at the shipyard children's primary school at about seven o'clock, and saw Zhang Qiang, Ma Ji, Yang Bin and Wang Rui and other familiar faces.

Qian Hong walked into the classroom of the second class of the fourth year with his memory, looking at the wooden blackboard in front of him, the slogan of five lectures, four beauties and three loves on the back wall, and the portrait of Chairman Mao and the scientist on the side wall, his heart was really full of emotion.

"Qian Hong, why are you blocking the door?

"It's Monday, and the flag is going to be raised, why didn't Wang Xin wear a red scarf?"

"It's over, I haven't done my homework yet. ”

"Give me back the Rubik's Cube you borrowed last time. ”

In the classroom of 4-50 people, all kinds of noise converged together, giving people a special feeling of excitement, just when Qian Hong looked left and right, trying to find his seat, suddenly someone hit him from behind, Qian Hong hurriedly turned around, and immediately saw his tablemate, Ren Hongwei with a bruise on his forehead.

"What's wrong with your head?" Qian Hong asked, looking at the bruises the size of a coin.

"I was playing with a slingshot at home yesterday, and I hit the glass, and my dad threw the thermos cup over. ”

Ren Hongwei said expressionlessly, Qian Hong knew that his father belonged to a particularly short-tempered person, and he would use whatever he had in his hand when he beat people, never thinking about the consequences, Ren Hongwei and his mother were always scarred, and they were typical victims of domestic violence in the words of the future, and this also caused a tragedy in the future.

"Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore. As he spoke, Ren Hongwei came to the third row of seats in the classroom, and Qian Hong also took the opportunity to put his schoolbag on the chair, carrying the lunch box and putting it with the classmates.

"Ding Dong! Each class will gather on the playground, and the flag-raising ceremony will be held in ten minutes......" The loudspeaker hanging above the front door of the classroom rang, and the little hairy people who were hurrying to chat quickly poured out of the classroom and began to line up on the playground.