But the mother shook her head and said, "Then it's not my son." A big bottle of soy sauce is more than one yuan, and he wants to pay it back, but if he doesn't ask me, he can't have more than one yuan! ”

The mother unconsciously accepted her name, and called herself "Auntie" from "Auntie". "Auntie, I'm sorry for you. I'm leaving. Goodbye, Auntie!" "Goodbye, girl, I'll come and play when I have time!" "Hey, Auntie, come into the house and look at the pot!" the mother followed a few steps, and looked at her with a kind face. I sat slowly on the pyre in the coal birch shed and fell into thought. I couldn't decide if I should tell my mother that the child was me. And what kind of flowers should be planted in her yard? Since her family has given my family this power, it seems that this power belongs mainly to me. Mother, she doesn't take it too seriously. And that power is very important to me. Quite important.

Sunday. Shortly after breakfast at my house, she, her grandfather, and her two younger brothers came with hammers, saws, nail boxes, and so on. As soon as I saw them through the window, I quickly slammed the door shut. My mother called me out to help them, but I didn't agree. Mother knocks on the door, but I don't open it. "This child, deaf, what are you doing in the house?!" the mother was angry. When I finally appeared, my mother was dumbfounded. It seems that they don't know me anymore.

I was neatly dressed up and down: white coat, blue pants, white rubber shoes. I changed into a full set of Young Pioneer uniforms that I usually don't want to wear, even during the holidays, and tied a red scarf. I'm the team drummer at school, and I'm only like that when the school has a big event or some kind of ceremony. Of course I washed my face in the morning, but for some reason, I didn't think I had washed it at all, so I washed my face again. With soap. Three hundred and sixty-five days a year, I rarely use soap to wash my face. When your hands are too dirty, just use soap. I also looked in the mirror and combed my hair for a long time. I have stiff hair and don't usually comb it. It was too unkempt to look good, so he put his fingers together. I couldn't comb it that day, so I rubbed it with a towel dipped in water, and finally barely combed it flat.

Not only did my mother look at me, but so did they. Especially her. "What, you...... You have a team day today? You didn't tell your mom beforehand. Mother muttered in surprise.

"But you can't wear this dress on the day of the team?" I replied in a heartfelt voice. Pretend to be very natural. In fact, under the stares of my mother and them, I felt not much better than when she and "Aunt Hippo" laughed when she and "Aunt Hippo" were wearing a vest that day. Of course she recognized me at a glance. Her grandfather too. My mother said, "There is no team day activity, what are you doing in the team uniform? Take it off, change into torn clothes, and help with the work!" I stubbornly said, "No, I want to wear the team uniform today!" Her grandfather pointed at me, and just wanted to say something, but she pulled it in time and stopped it with an unfathomable and profound gaze. The mother was even more angry: "This child, what kind of wind are you smoking today!" and raised her hand as if to hit me. She hurriedly said, "Auntie, if my brother wants to wear it, let him wear it! She said as she threw a look at her grandfather asking for help. He understood what she meant, and said, "What child doesn't like to dress decently? Let the child wear it! Aren't we Xiaojing willing to wash it for him? My granddaughter is a man of his word!" He glanced at his granddaughter and asked solemnly, "Is it?" she smiled. He smiled generously and happily and winked at me. It's not like some girls who are proud of a few words of praise, and they don't show the slightest shyness.

My mother looked at her, at her grandfather, at me, and said no more. However, my mother's expression told me that she would have to find out why I was going to do it later.

She looked at me and said, "Little brother, that doesn't mean I'm completely behind you. Auntie's words make sense after all. You have to show a little compromise to Auntie, at least take off the red scarf, okay?"

I think my mother was right about her. She talks like a big girl, especially when she talks to adults. For the first time, I heard a fourteen-year-old girl speak in words as high as "after all" and "compromise." Moreover, she was only fourteen years old two months later. I felt like listening to her make up sentences from a student with excellent Chinese scores, and I had to admit that she made some good sentences.

I silently and obediently untied my red scarf.

My mother poked a finger at the corner of my forehead and said, "Hmph, if you want to make yourself look like a child every day, I'm sorry!"

My mother is the leader of the neighborhood residents' group, responsible for all matters related to the obligations of the residents of our street, and has the status and authority equivalent to that of the "first chief". At that time, she was in a hurry to hold a meeting of the leaders of the residents' group.

After my mother hurried away, we immediately began to dismantle the row of "banshozi" that had been exposed to many wind and rain. The first thing to do is to cut off the "creeper" that the waterfall generally pours over this side. The yard on that side had been barren for a long time, and this vigorous plant had grown together with the planks like a fur and fluffy skin. The flowers are still blooming, but the caterpillars are hidden under the dense leaves.

She said she was afraid of caterpillars.

Her two younger brothers said they were scared too.

Her grandfather didn't say he was afraid. But when you see a caterpillar, you have skin allergies.

I'm scared too. I'm more afraid of caterpillars than anything terrible. But I am not afraid to declare that I am not afraid of caterpillars at all. I said that little caterpillars were so scary that I volunteered to take on this "special task".

They were responsible for picking up the "creeper" that I had cut off with sticks into a pre-dug pit, burying it tightly and stepping on it flat.

Together, we overthrew the "Itashiko".

When her two younger brothers assisted her grandfather in sawing the planks, she whispered to me, "Pull up your trousers." ”

I said, "You don't need to pull up your pants to do this kind of work." ”

She said, "Let me see your leg, did you break it that day?"

I said, "No." Not really. ”

She said, "Obedient." I must see it. ”

Her expression, her tone, seemed like if I hadn't listened to her, I wouldn't have been a good boy in her eyes. I obediently pulled up both legs. I broke both legs that day, and I had two thick scabs. "There was a lot of blood, right?" "It hurt, didn't it?" "Hmm. "You were crying, weren't you?" "Crying while running?" "Hmm. "Why are you running?" "I don't know. "Why do you want to return a bottle of soy sauce?" "I don't know. "Where did you get the money?" Also, pick up some broken glass and sell it. "What's going on?" "In front of the train station and the bridge, the people pulling the cart can't go up the slope, so I help pull it." Have you ever seen a cart drawn by two horses? One horse is a driver, and the other is a puller. Pulling a small sleeve is like a horse pulling a side sleeve, helping to pull up a small slope for five cents, helping to pull up a big slope can sometimes earn a dime!"

"Why do you have to do this?"

I really don't know why. I could only laugh embarrassedly.

"Broken glass can also be sold for money?"

"Yes, a pound of broken glass can be sold for four cents!"

"So, where are I going to pick it up?"

"Garbage stations, construction sites, sometimes you can pick it up, sometimes you can't. I often pick up broken glass and sell it. Sell two catties to buy a homework book. ”

"You picked up a lot of soy sauce to buy that bottle, right?" she gently touched the scab on my leg with her long, delicate fingers. I could see and believe that she couldn't help it. She seemed to want to make it disappear by her touch. "I've got to help with the work!" I embarrassedly lowered my pants. "You're such a weird kid. Do you think you're weird?" she asked in a low voice, looking serious.

I shook my head, picked up the hammer, and nailed the "shoji" to go. Boys are born to be boys' friends. Her two younger brothers volunteered to be my assistants without anyone telling them. She became her grandfather's assistant. He saw, and she pressed the plank.

"What grade are you?" asked one of the twins. "Second grade. What about you?" "It's only the first grade. The other replied, looking at me with that kind of gaze, as if it was respectful to me, a schoolboy who was a year older than them. "So, are you in the second grade?" "Second grade?" "You're in the first grade?" "Of course!" "So, how many bars are you?" I wanted to answer "three bars", but I was worried that the lie would go too far and be suspected.

"A bar", I feel too small, and some can't say it. After hesitating for a moment, he said modestly: "I was originally elected to be the 'three bars'. But I didn't think I was that good, so I accepted a 'two-way bar' ......"

I took turns answering their words. They became more and more respectful to me. I don't wear a red scarf for anything else. It's to show their sister that I'm not the wild child of the street. I am a Young Pioneer!

"My sister is a first-year team!"

"My sister used to be a 'three-way bar'!"

"She was also the captain of the whole school!"

"She used to be a good student every year!"

They started complimenting their sister to me. It was as if she was their heavy weapon, and as soon as it was displayed, it would be enough to defeat me psychologically and completely.

I haven't joined the team yet! Among the drummers of the varsity team, there are several who are not Young Pioneers. The red scarf was given to us by the school and we were only allowed to wear it when we needed it. You are not usually qualified to wear it. I was psychologically defeated by them, of course, and I pretended to be calm and asked, "What about her now?" and "Now...... Now......" "Didn't we move here now?" "yes, didn't we move here now?" and she had to start from scratch at a new school. I couldn't help but look back at her, suspecting that it was her brothers who had said it, and that there must be another reason.

Her gaze met mine's gaze and quickly avoided it. She was unnatural, even a little angry. She loudly reprimanded her two younger brothers: "If you have many mouths and many tongues, will others treat you as dumb?"

Their grandfather didn't seem to listen to what our children were saying, and he didn't raise his head and was concentrating on sawing the planks. Her two younger brothers were silent. Obviously, their sister, in their minds, has a special place. Once they become severe, they are somewhat afraid. I felt that the screeching sound of the saw blade being clamped by the rotten planks seemed to be louder.

A new row of "banshozi" was finally erected in front of our eyes, as short as the "banshoji" on the street of her house. The upper end of a small door was also sawn into a beautiful crescent shape. In this way, standing in front of my house, no, even standing in the house, you can see the situation in her yard from the window. In our whole hospital, no one can communicate with her family except my family. Because the yard of other people's houses is separated from hers by the back wall of their house. It's just my house, and across the way is a row of "board shoguns".

Her grandfather's clothes were soaked with sweat. He took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his face, and asked his granddaughter and two grandchildren, "Is this okay?" and she nodded slightly in silence. And her two brothers replied in unison, "Yes!" and he asked me, "What do you say?" and I replied, "Yes!" and he said, "You all think it is good, and I think it is even better." After pondering for a moment, he read the words: "The garden is full of people's wishes, and the mountains are not envious under the fence." ”

I don't know anything about him. And she clearly understands. At least understand part of it. For some reason, she seemed melancholy.

He said to himself, "What kind of flowers should I plant?"

I was the first to say, "Let's plant butterfly flowers!

Her two younger brothers then said, "Plant lilies, plant lilies, Grandpa, didn't you say that the roots of lilies are delicious and can cure diseases?"

His gaze turned to his granddaughter, his gaze full of love. Seemingly, there is something else. I felt like a kind of helpless apology. What could he do to his granddaughter?

"What do you say, Xiaojing?"

She stared at her eyes and thought for a few seconds before replying, "Grandpa, plant chrysanthemums." Aren't you very fond of chrysanthemums? Moreover, you don't have to pick chrysanthemums under the east fence like Tao Yuanming, isn't it better if you look at the chrysanthemums under the east fence every day?"

He nodded, "yes." The season is late, and it's too late to plant other flowers. Only from the west side of the yard moved some chrysanthemums to plant, but ......" he turned his face to me again: "This must ask your mother's opinion, ah? Our opinions just now are all personal opinions, and your mother's opinions should be the final opinion." Because she's the leader of the residents' group! We're all under her leadership! This is called democratic centralism!"

He said it very solemnly, so solemnly that it touched me a little. I never thought my mother was so respectable. No one had ever shown such solemn and sincere respect to my mother. Can a child who feels that his mother is respected, not have a crush on that person? I think I suddenly like this thin old man with all white hair. I think my mother would have thought she didn't deserve such respect from anyone. She was able to become the leader of the residents' group purely because of her enthusiasm. I never felt like she was "leading" anyone. None of the men, women, old people, and children on our street will admit to being "led" by my mother. If they had listened to him, they would have laughed. If they felt that my mother was actually "leading" them, she would definitely not be the leader of the residents' group again.

My jersey made a "sacrifice" for me that I had never made before. The white rubber shoes were unrecognizable and turned into vinyl rubber shoes. My dedication is immense. This dedication is all about her. I think she knows that in her heart. I don't regret it at all, on the contrary I am very happy, even full of gratitude to her, grateful that she understands me......

Her grandfather packed up his tools and was the first to pass through the small door and walk into her yard. He glanced back at the small door. It was like a person who had just learned how to pass through a wall, reciting a spell and unconsciously passing through a wall, but not believing that it was true, and looking back at whether the wall existed.

"Come, boys, haven't I already come?" he said aloud, looking pleased with the little door. With that, he strode towards the house where the priest lived. It was as if that was the house he had always lived in.

Then his two grandsons walked over.

She also walked over.

I was the only one who stayed on the side of the sawed "Itashoji", and I didn't move, staring blankly at that side. I still feel that I have to get permission from her family to pass through that small door, and I feel that it is for the convenience of her family to get here, not for me to get there. Even though her grandfather had already said, "Boys, come here!", I think he was saying it to her and her two younger brothers, and I didn't think it really included me. I also labored for that little door. In an instant, my heart was full of grievances and tears flowed in my eyes.

She saw that I didn't follow me and walked back. She stood on the side of "Itashoko", opened the small door for me, and smiled at me.

"Please, sir!"

She made a graceful gesture of invitation.

I burst into tears and laughed. I couldn't help but glance back after passing through that small door. Suddenly, I felt like I had passed through a strange door, and I felt as if I had grown up several years old. When I looked at her again, I thought to myself that it couldn't be the same as the gaze I had been a minute ago. I myself was a little flustered and overwhelmed by this change. My face turned red again.

Her face flushed, too.

Probably because of my gaze. And because of the way I look.

There were several large basins of water drying next to the well.

The woman in her purple cheongsam came out of the house. Holding a handful of clothes, he walked to the grape trellis and placed it on a wooden chair. She was still wearing a purple cheongsam, and she still looked solemn and unsmiling. She looked at me, didn't say a word, and turned majestically and walked towards the house. One glance, just one glance, I felt that the woman had broken me open and crumpled it and studied it seriously.

"Who is she?"

"Sister-in-law. ”

"She's not very welcoming of me, is she?"

"You're afraid of her?"

"Sort of. ”

"My brothers and I were afraid of her. She's a good person, though. Except for Mom and Dad and Grandpa, she is the closest and most trusted person to us!" She finished and ordered her two younger brothers to bring two large basins of water into the grape trellis. "I need to bathe them both. If you're too busy, water the flowers for me!" she said to me, leaning out from the trellis. So I picked up a watering can and watered the flowers. After a while, her two younger brothers were freshly washed, changed into clean and tidy clothes, and left the grape trellis and walked to the house.

"You see, they used two basins of water, and there were two basins of water left. One pot is for me, and the other is for you! My sister-in-law didn't think of us, she also thought of you! Do you admit that she is a good person?"

She stood in front of me wet and asked me very seriously. I said, "Admit it." "Help me. So she and I moved a large basin of water into the trellis. "It's your turn!" she said. "I ...... I...... I went home and washed. "I want to run. She grabbed me by the back collar. "The water is all dried for you, but you go home and wash it! Wash it with cold water? When you get sick, our whole family will feel sorry for you again! You child, how can you treat other people's kindness like this? Take off your clothes!" she grabbed me. I said, "I'll wash my ...... myself," and she said, "You'll have to let me rub the mud thoroughly for you!" But I didn't take off my pants. She said, "Little child, are you still shy?"

I said, "I'm not shy." ”

She said, "Really?" and I said, "Really!" and she pulled my pants to my ankles. I was too shy to go underground. "Turn around. I obediently turned around. "Hands on the pillar. "I obediently propped up the pillar with both hands. "You still say you go home and wash it! You still say you wash it yourself! Look, look, can you rub your own back? You are such a dirty child, if you don't rub it, can you count it as washing it once?" she rubbed the "grade" from me. "Turn around. "I obediently obeyed orders. "Stand firm. "......" "Raise your arm...... Hands on my shoulders. I obediently put my hands on her shoulders. At that moment, her expression suddenly became more solemn than that of her sister-in-law. And I felt like a stone man, and my whole body stiffened. I closed my eyes. I could only close my eyes. If not, I don't know where to look. I don't think it's right anywhere. Perhaps only looking at her face is the most natural. But her face was the last thing I felt I should have seen at the time. I really want to escape......

She wrapped her hand in a towel and rubbed my shoulder blades, my breasts, and my ribs. She rubbed all the areas where I was afraid of itching. I endured it, endured it, and finally couldn't help it, laughed and jumped away.

"You!"

"You're tickling me!"

She couldn't help but laugh.

She put the towel on my shoulder and said, "I'm not really your sister, I'm not going to do it! Rub it yourself, and call me when you want to rush. She turned her back to me and sat down on the railing. I also turned my back to her. Albeit completely redundant. A bee flew into the trellis and couldn't find an exit, buzzing in a hurry. "Sister, I'm done!" As soon as the words came out, I regretted it. I was amazed at how naturally I called the word "sister", as if I had called it countless times a day. She looked back slowly. I hurriedly covered my shyest part with a towel. I saw that her surprise was not inferior to mine. "I ...... I was going to call you...... Call you Sister Xiaojing......" I said sneeringly. According to my childish logic, being called "Sister Xiaojing" is polite and close, and it is recognized by any girl, whether they are happy or not. And calling "sister" and only calling the word "sister" is a much more solemn thing. If they are not happy to disapprove, they have a valid reason to lose their temper.

Her expression was unresponsive to my snort. She just started silently watering me from head to toe with a wooden scoop of water. Finally she spoke, "Close your eyes and shut your mouth." She took the basin and poured the rest of the water on me. "Okay, you can wipe it yourself. She said, picking up my wet pants from the floor, rolling them up along with my dirty uniform, and leaving. I asked, "And what am I wearing?" and she pointed to the railing, on which was a suit of clothing. I had to put it on. It was a new set of clothes that had never been worn. It must have been her brother's. I was dressed to fit well. She stood in front of a cluster of "broomsticks" and saw me timidly walking over, staring at me, and asking, "What did you just call me?" and I said, "I called it wrong." I don't call that anymore. She said, "I didn't ask you if you were right or wrong." I just asked what you just called me?" and I said, "Call you 'sister'......"

"You like to call me 'sister'?"

"Like. "If one day, you listen to something and stop calling me that, how am I going to punish you?" "That...... You just hate me!" "Just hate you?" "I hate me too!" "Not yet." She shook her head. "But I don't ...... just because I hear someone else's words" "You will! you will!" for some reason, she seemed so distrustful of me. "I won't!" I shouted. "Then, you can call it later. "Sister!" she smiled. But it was clearly a wry smile. Seeing a girl smile wryly would surely make a boy of my age sad. A bitter smile sometimes touches a person's heart more than crying.

"No one is happy to associate with our family. No boy was happy to call me 'sister,' except my two younger brothers. You're going to change your mind about me, and about our family. You will, anyway. ”

"I won't. I swear I won't. I ...... "I sobbed. I've never been so distrusted. And such a stubborn distrust was actually expressed in person. I can't stand this. I feel badly hurt. "Come on, come on, don't cry. It's worth crying about, you still don't recognize you as a child, I didn't say anything about you!" she started coaxing me. Like coaxing a wronged little brother. And, gently wipe the tears from my cheeks with the palm of your hand. "Help my sister carry this basin of water. I burst into tears and laughed. "Now it's my sister's turn. You are a sentry for your sister, and no one is allowed to come over. Neither of my two younger brothers nor did I!" and so I faithfully served as a sentry. The fat leaves of the grapes are dense, covering the trellises like a small house in a green fairy tale.

I listened to the sound of the water in the "little house" and felt like a small mountain spring flowing. I looked up at the sky and felt that the sky had never been so high and blue. I looked up at the flowers in the yard and thought they were all beautiful. I think my mother was wrong, because I was destined to have a sister! I think I'm a lucky boy. My fate is worthy of my singing for it! I looked at the row of sawed low "Itashoji", and at my home on the other side of it, and even felt that poverty was not so depressing.

The large bell hanging in the bell tower of the church is still, as if expecting someone to ring it, and as if to declare to those who are going to ring it: Please don't disturb me. I prefer not to be knocked on. A platinum-plated iron cross that shines in the sun. I feel as if silver is more brilliant than gold. And it has a sense of holiness that gold does not have. The cross is like a big plus sign that wants to add heaven and earth together, and what should the result be? I saw an angel with a beautiful breath coming out of the fairytale green house. She said to me, "Son, you already know my nickname, and now I want to know yours." I said to her, "With my sister." "With my sister?" she said, "I like the name." "Yes. I said, "I like it too." "With my sister, you know all the people in my family, can you go with me to meet my mother now?" "Okay." So for the first time, I walked into the row of houses where the priest lived. That row of houses was divided into four rooms. The first room was the youngest, where her two younger brothers lived. The second room is the largest, with more than 20 square meters, several rows of bookshelves standing against the wall, neatly filled with books. In the center was an old, round table with no tablecloth and an iron-framed bed. She told me that this was the place where the priest used to be a guest, and now her grandfather lives and the whole family eats here. She lived in the third room by herself. Except for a single bed, and a box at the head of the bed, there was nothing more. In the fourth room, her mother and sister-in-law shared a room. The roof was tilted, and some corners of the floor had collapsed. The skin of the walls peeled off everywhere, like the skin of a person suffering from lupus erythematosus, and left a rectangular rectangle of marks hanging over the frame. The accumulated dust made the marks clear, as clear as the lines of a carpenter's ink rope. The paintings in the wide-bordered frames are all placed behind the door. I asked her why she didn't keep hanging. She told me that it was all about Jesus being betrayed and crucified, and his mother mourning and weeping for him. None of the people in her family liked the paintings. In the first few days of moving in, because the painting was not taken down, no one in her family did not have nightmares. Including her grandfather. I asked if she was included, and she nodded. Ask her what kind of nightmare she had? She shook her head, and that meant to tell me, and I wouldn't understand. The house was dark and damp. Because the houses where this row of people live are back. And the row of the rising sun is the church. Perhaps because Jesus suffered so much during his lifetime, his followers preferred to give him the house of the rising sun?

Her twin brother and grandfather were talking to her mother and sister-in-law in their room, and it was me. She told her mother that guests were coming, and they all went to the larger house where her grandfather lived.

Her grandfather also called me "child".

He said, "Son, sit down." We're not going to treat you as a guest, aren't we? In the future, we welcome you as long as you are happy to come. ”

Her mother interrupted him, "Look at you, why do you talk so much to a child, and make everyone shy!" and looked at her and asked, "Is this the child?"

She nodded: "His nickname is 'Sister Xiang'er'." ”

Everyone in her family, except for her, couldn't help but look at each other. Distinctly, my nickname makes them wonder and wonder.

Her sister-in-law didn't say anything, but sat quietly and looked at me. I think she's starting to study me again.

"Sit, kid!"

Her mother said kindly. This dignified woman did not wear a lotus-colored cheongsam that day. She wore a black silk over-the-knee skirt and a short-sleeved white shirt with a stand-up collar. I think she is well-mannered no matter what she wears, and her modesty is natural. I think that even if a child is really a wild child, he will try to behave in front of her. And that's exactly what I worked on.

"With my sister, we Xiaojing should have thanked you, but you also brought a bottle of soy sauce. We don't know whose child you are, but we're ashamed!"

"Mom, that bottle of soy sauce was bought by him with the money he earned from helping others pull carts and the money from picking up broken glass and selling it. ”

The people in her family all looked at each other, and they all seemed to think that this matter was too "principled" for this "child". In an instant, I felt that there was some element of non-research in her sister-in-law's gaze, but it was quickly dismissed. Her gaze made me feel like a ghost.

Her mother said again: "With my sister, we Xiaojing met you like this...... A child with character, our whole family is happy. She said, "He's already called me sister!" So her sister-in-law's gaze was projected on her, and it seemed that she was no exception, and she had to be broken and crumpled for a meticulous study.

Her mother looked at her for a moment, groaning. I think this kind and dignified woman, this careful and wise mother, is hiding her surprise that she is reluctant to show for a while. What was she surprised about? This woman, this mother?

I couldn't help but bow my head. "According to age, he calls you sister, and it should be. Her mother said, "That bottle of soy sauce must be brought back by the children." Sister, can you take it back?" I looked up at "Sister", and my eyes were on her and I said to her, "No!" and she understood my gaze. She said, "Mom......" Her sister-in-law said sternly, "Xiaojing, listen to your mother." Your mother's right!" She looked at me, pouting in displeasure and helplessness. "Ladies, can I say something about this?" her grandfather, who had been reading, closed the book. So the eyes of both women looked at him. He stood up, pressed his hands on the table, leaned over them slightly, and said, "This kid, he is already a friend of our Xiaojing, and of course a friend of our Xiaowei and Xiaoyun. He turned his face to the two grandsons and asked, "Is it not?" They replied in unison like a man's voice: "Yes!" He looked at the two women again, "And you are always soy sauce and soy sauce!" And I think that only you can make the fairest ruling! I don't think it's appropriate for the children to bring the soy sauce back. Soy sauce belongs to us. However, I would like to advocate that in order to express our gratitude to this child and to balance our own psychology, what else should we give to this child, and it can be regarded as a gift for the children's children! I said Xiaojing, Xiaowei, Xiaoyun, do you support Grandpa's proposal? If you do, applaud Grandpa!"

She and her two younger brothers immediately applauded, laughed silently, and looked gratefully at the old "defense lawyer" who had "acted bravely."

The old man spoke generously. And as he spoke, one arm danced, making some gestures with strength and grace, his eyes were bright, his facial expressions were changeable, and he was extremely vivid, and once he spoke, no matter what the problem, he could speak for two hours or even half a day in one breath. I secretly suspect that perhaps he has been a great orator since he was in his twenties. I could see that Xiaojing's sisters and brothers, when he spoke, were very fascinated and admired him. I think I was fascinated by him when he spoke generously. I think I like this skinny old man with all white hair more.

"With my sister and children, are you satisfied with my proposal?" he turned his face to me, his gaze much calmer. I said, "Anything." Xiaojing chuckled. Her mother laughed too. Her grandfather waved at me, sighed, and sat down rather disappointed. That means to say, "You kid, why did you "betray" me? You really displeased me! And everybody laughed. I was infected, along with laughter.

"You, you are always so excited! You say to yourself, how many times have you made promises, because you know best how much your temper has paid! It's not too much to talk to a child about a bottle of soy sauce!" said the mother slowly, and asked the sister-in-law with a smile: "Is that right?"

When the sister-in-law nodded solemnly. "Am I excited? Am I excited? I don't think I'm excited at all. "When grandpa tried his best to defend himself. But even he smiled bitterly. The sister-in-law, who was not smiling, finally spoke again: "Actually, I think the same as you. Xiaowei, are you reluctant to give this little friend of yours this set of clothes?"

One of the twin boys said cheerfully, "Yes, but he has to be our best friend forever!"

They all looked at me in unison, expecting my answer.

I said, "Hmm. ”

"Then let's go out now! We'll show you the church!"

They jumped up, and one of them took me by the hand, pulled me out, and ran out.

We climbed up the windowsill of the church and stood, almost with our faces pressed against the glass and looking in. The glass is all colored and opaque, but it is coated with glue-coated pigments, not fired. Two of my new friends taught me how to use my nails to achieve my goals. It was a matter that required dexterity and meticulousness. First make a cross on the glass with a sharp fingernail, like a knife on the iron lid of a can, and then use the thinnest nail to carefully lift the pigment film, so that there is a transparent hole in the glass.

I was worried that God would get angry and asked them if it was okay to do that.

They said that, as far as they knew, God was not generally angry with children. God has always been very tolerant of children. But they reminded me that I had to make a cross. If you've seen enough, you'll have to stick the paint film with saliva. Otherwise, they cannot guarantee that God will never be angry.

The dazzling sunlight at noon reflects the color of glass on the floor of the church, like a slide lantern reflecting a slide on the wall, colorful and magnificent, so that the empty and lonely church is shrouded in psychedelic color. Above the pulpit, I saw a scrawny man with a short, black beard crucified, almost all over, with a beard with black sideburns. The nails were clearly real, and there were traces of blood. I think that man must be real, too. Although I believe he is long dead. I was so frightened that I covered my eyes with my hands, and I fell off the windowsill.

"What's wrong with you?"

The two brothers, still standing on the windowsill, asked me strangely.

I asked, "Is that man God?"

They told me it wasn't God. God is invisible to mortals. But God has a clear view of the actions of all people on earth and can see into the hearts of all people. That was Jesus, the Son of God. The world murdered Jesus, so God made the world forever repent of their evil deeds and forgave the world's sins on this condition.

"Is that really Jesus?"

Xiao Wei said: "Of course it is fake. But you can't think it's fake. ”

"From God's eyes, the wooden Jesus is real, and we are all fake, so he just treats us as his flock." ”

They also encouraged me to look at the painting of the nativity. But I didn't dare to climb the windowsill anymore. And they laughed at me for my cowardice. They spit on my behalf to apply the torn paint film and jumped off the windowsill. Reed asked me if I would be willing to be Jesus.

I shook my head again and again and said I didn't want at all. And frankly admit that I can't stand the pain of nails piercing my hands and feet and hanging on the cross. I don't think my mother would have wanted to be the mother of Jesus either. Seeing me suffer so miserably, she would have gone mad.

He said he would. He said he didn't care about the pain of nails piercing his hands and feet and hanging on the cross. He said that if he could become Jesus, he would have the man who betrayed his father to kneel before him forever and repent and never forgive.

I was amazed by what he thought.

I was about to ask who betrayed their dad and what happened to their dad now. Xiao Yun glared at Xiao Wei and said sharply: "What are you talking nonsense! If I listen to you talk nonsense in the future, I will have to tell my grandfather, mother, aunt and sister!"

Xiao Wei knew that she was speechless and was silent.

Before I went home, my "sister" handed me a headscarf, saying that it was given to my mother by her mother. "Sister" also cut a large bouquet of various flowers for me to put in a bottle when I got home. I couldn't help but stand before I passed the trellis. After a moment of hesitation, I gently stepped up the two wooden steps and walked in. The trellis is lined with wooden planks that absorb water stains. I seemed to hear the sound of "sister" washing in the grape trellis again, as if I heard my own burst of laughter and the pleasant laughter of "sister" when "sister" tickled me. I think this fairytale green little house, I will never forget it from now on. I stroked the tangled vines of the old grapes and said in my heart: "Grape trellises, you can testify! From now on, I will have a "sister"! And this is very important to me! Maybe not before, but now. I noticed that her white hairpin had fallen to the floor. I picked it up. The crescent-shaped hairpin, the sharp corner of one end of it is broken, but it can still be used, but it is not beautiful. It's lightweight. It could be plastic, or it could be a plexiglass. I regret its breakage. I don't think "sister" was discarded because it was broken. I think she must have lost it in the shower. I was going to turn it back and give it back to her right away, but I eventually changed my mind. I'm sure I'll be able to re-sharpen its corners, and I'll be able to make it look as good as it was before.

My mother was furious to know that I had accepted a new set of clothes from someone else.