Shenyang......

Ever since Hashun Gerili left, Caizi has been worried about the recovery of Hashun Gerili's father. The other thing is the situation of the crazy woman, he also wants to know. However, there have been a lot of things in the engineering team recently, and he couldn't get out of it for a while, and he called the hotel several times, but either no one answered, or Hashun Gerili was not there, and more than two months passed like this.

He reclined on the bed in the team headquarters, looking at the sparse raindrops outside, he looked at the beautiful magazines that Technician Zhang left here, and felt that it was not interesting to read for a while.

At this time, the raindrops outside the door mercilessly knocked on the grass in front of the door, and a drop of raindrop fell on the blade of grass, and the leaf fell into the muddy water along the droplets. Then it lifted up strongly, perhaps this blow has been countless times, but it still insisted on standing up.

This kind of scenery makes the genius think about it, and the genius thinks, what does this raindrop and grass portend? Does it indicate his own destiny or career? The genius thinks a lot......

Caizi got up and went to the door, looking at the raindrops and the grass and causing his childhood memories again:

Whenever it rains, the children hide in the house and look out the window, hoping that the rain will stop soon, and the boys can go to the stream to play or catch fish and birds.

The creek in my hometown is seasonal, and it's just south of that orchard. The creek is only watered in the summer when it rains a lot, and after the heavy rains the stream is filled with water, and some loach fish and crucian carp will come up from the reservoir downstream.

Loach and crucian carp swim in the stream and swim back to the reservoir downstream when the current is smaller, and the children use their homemade nets to catch the fish, every year.

Although, there are times when a fish can't be netted. But the children are still happy about it, and Caizi is also one of them.

Once the fish is caught, the children are delighted.

Every time it comes to this season, when the heavy rain doesn't stop, he is very excited, and he will have such a memory:

It was a small mountain village in western Liaoning in the early eighties, a hot summer, a dense forest, and a small pond.

After the heavy rain, the sun showed a smiling face, a group of boys were playing and playing, the group of boys by the muddy pond were wrestling, and some children were forced to fall into the mud by other children.

Other children came to help, and in an instant, a group of mud figures rolled in the mud. I was pressed down and got up and pressed down on others, I don't know how many times.

After a while, the children were so tired that they fell into the mud and couldn't move.

After a short rest, the children all stripped off and jumped into the pond to wash the mud off their bodies, scrub their muddy pants and vests clean, and went ashore bare-bottomed to hang their pants and vests on the branches by the pond.

It didn't take long for the branches by the pond to hang colorful pants and tank tops. These are like the "national flags" of Member States in front of the United Nations building, which flutter in the wind under the blue sky and white clouds.

Caizi was one of the children in this group, tired of playing, washed up, and the children went ashore to put on their still wet pants and vests, and went their separate ways.

Some carried bird clips and slingshots to hunt birds in the nearby woods, some went to the bottom of the stream with small nets to catch fish, and some went home with pigweed on their backs.

Caizi, Zhang Mingyun, and Zhao Lixin are the best playmates in this group of children. The three of them came out of the pond and dived into the grove with birdclips.

The three of them found a few low trees, buried birdclips under the trees, and hid in the bushes to peep at the birds to talk about the sauce pole worms on the birdclips.

The worm is the larvae of the corn borer, which is the local dialect and is placed on a birdclip pin to lure the birds into pecking with bait.

When the bird clicks on the stick, the worm will touch the pin on the clip, and the clip will close quickly, and the bird's neck will be clamped.

Zhang Mingyun muttered quietly: "These birds are all there, are they going home for dinner?" The genius slapped him with his hand and said, "Don't speak, the birds are scared away by you." ”

Zhao Lixin looked at Zhang Mingyun and Caizi and just smiled.

After a while, sure enough, a green head flew in. The upper part of the head of the green head is shiny blue, slightly larger than that of a sparrow. The green head was alert, swinging its head to look east and west, it was looking for food, maybe the green head saw the sauce pole worm on the bird's clip, the green head did not know the danger here, it jumped from the tree.

In an instant, a "pop" was heard, and then the three of them ran over. Zhao Lixin first got the green head that was clamped on the clip, broke the clip and took off the green head, it was not dead.

It flapped its wings, and the three of them admired the fruits of this one victory.

Then he buried the birdclip again and went back to the bush to get the cat fine. Until the dark day, no more birds came to peck at the sauce pole worm on the clip, and the three children bounced home.