Riding a motorcycle, or holding hands on the shuttle, climbing over a mountain, or bypassing the mountain, my grandmother's house is on the other side of the mountain. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

On days when I don't have an impression, I sit in front of Daddy's motorcycle, and when I pass through the mountain, the air will become extremely cold, and I have to stop at that time. Take two sips of spring water before continuing the rest of the journey.

I don't remember when it started, and Daddy has become a "very fierce" image in his impression. Gradually, every time, my grandmother took her little hand and passed through the county to transfer to my grandmother's house.

The road connecting the two sides is long, long. It is estimated that when I was a child, I was overly sensitive, and the time was stretched. It's a long time to wait for class and get out of class, and it's a long ride by car. Looking at the electronic numbers in his hand, he was very dull, and at that time, two popsicles could change a watch, so it broke quickly. Staring at the minute and second hands in circles, the time still did not get faster, and the distance still did not close.

I haven't made a car, and I feel that the bus and the shuttle bus are really unpredictable creatures. It's so big, it's so bulky, I don't know when it will appear, there are numbers in two places written on the front of the car, only Grandma knows, this can pass, that can turn the car. Walking on the road and waiting for the car, it seems that there will be no one for half a day, and sometimes it can't be stopped. So the shuttle bus is Mo Feng's least favorite means of transportation.

Fortunately, on the other side of the shuttle bus connection, there are a bunch of delicious food at my grandmother's house, and two good playmates. Mo Feng didn't know that it was called a relative, but he only knew that he liked to play with him very much. We climbed trees together, climbed mountains together, went to the street together and went to my aunt's house where we lived nearby. Wait together from day to night. Watch movies, play game consoles. Until it was time for grandma's rest. Go back to the house and slowly face the night.

There is a house in this ancient house, but it is not a home, in the dark night, Mo Feng often has a trance dream, and the dream happened in the ancient house where he lived, at that time, in addition to ghost movies, it was an anti-war movie. There are no incandescent lights at night, only yellowed light bulbs, and wires that can be seen everywhere.

The bathroom is a loess wall, not plastered with white plaster. At that time, huge yellow spiders often crawled around. Mo Feng will rush out, and Grandma will go in with slippers and slap it flat. The spider, which was originally very large, curled up all its limbs and hundreds of bones after a beat, although it was disgusting, at least it was no longer a fierce and vicious appearance.

Mo Feng has a nickname called Little Gluttonous Cat, Grandma naturally can cook any good dishes, when he was five years old, Mo Feng could spit out a mouthful of fish bones when he ate fish. Grandma said: "No one teaches you, how can you still know how to spit out bones and eat so fast." ”

Mo Feng thought about it later, probably because he saw the fish and had no teacher!

At that time, in the adult unit, there was a dinner on a good day, and it was actually a good day for colleagues organized by the unit to eat together. Xiao Mofeng only knew that in this meal, the dishes would be served one after another, with everything, desserts, fish, shrimp, crabs, and all kinds of beef and mutton. Surprises are always in the hands of the people who serve the dishes every time.

It is said that after Mo Feng saw a large piece of beef, he directly sandwiched it and put it in his mouth, chewed it for a long time, and it was still not rotten, and finally he knew how to spit it out and did not choke himself.

Since childhood, all this cleverness, curiosity and greed, if you use it well enough, Mo Feng will probably be a little talent when he grows up.

At that time, Mo Feng hated reading, but fortunately, his primary school homework was extremely simple, and Mo Feng was usually one or two.

As Mo Feng's boy head slowly turned into a lady's head, the number of children who played with Mo Feng became very few. Mo Feng became timid, and would only lose his temper with people he knew.

For example, he pointed fingers at his grandmother, and he also pointed fingers at his grandmother's childhood playmates. Xiao Mofeng knows how to beat people. There were also lots of snacks and a little pocket money. But the pattern of children is always small. A bag of jelly will satisfy the heavens. Holding a jar of jelly and fiddling with a toothpick into many small pieces.

The three of them had a lot of fun and could play with the jelly for a long time.

If it weren't for the fourth serious adult who came at that time. said to Mo Feng, if you want to divide the whole can, don't make it like this.

Otherwise, no one would have noticed how embarrassing it could be for the little kid to be like this.

The concept of right and wrong, and the so-called good and bad, were slowly instilled into Mo Feng's head.

For example, when playing Erlang Divine Roaring Heavenly Dog, adults will run angrily and say, don't let my child play the dog.

It is estimated that because he can't understand these adults who are more serious and serious, and are easy to get angry, Mo Feng is becoming more and more uncheerful and more and more afraid to play. Only in front of a few familiar people, in a relatively small environmental circle, Mo Feng can be at ease.

When serving rice and scooping soup, whatever is the best, grandma will put it directly in Mo Feng's bowl. In the childhood of worry-free food and clothing. When the cat under his feet is begging for food by Mimi, Mo Feng will always take a bite of meat. After many times, Mo Feng felt that his grandmother was actually very unhappy.

Perhaps children have the same disease, that is, picky eating and anorexia, others can be eaten, snacks can be eaten. But a bowl of rice and a pot of porridge that must be eaten just refused to swallow at all.

A few children will make an appointment and sneak out into the small courtyard with their meals. Pour into the pigsty at the back. Then he ran back happily. It's like a triumphant victory, but of course it's not a good thing.

When I wasn't at my grandmother's house, of course, there wasn't a pigsty, just sewers. After a few times, the waterway was blocked.

At that time, Daddy, who had great powers, was good at repairing all kinds of electrical appliances and could also access sewers. After a few disassembly and assembly, he looked at the U-shaped tube with a big nervous face, poured out the blocked rice inside, and read that he should pay attention not to fall into it again when washing the pot next time.

Mo Feng watched silently and didn't admit anything, but of course he knew that this way would not work if he didn't eat in the future.

The birthday is still worth looking forward to for Mo Feng, because grandma will help Mo Feng pass, and the family will order a big cake. It's a big one, cut it and send it everywhere, and finally there is a large piece enough to eat for half a day. In the days when a bowl of noodles was exchanged for an egg on a common birthday, Mo Feng always remembered the big tiger in the birthday cake since he remembered. Without a refrigerator, the cream tastes like ice cream and doesn't melt yet. A cake is enough to satisfy a whole day's fantasies.

Especially sometimes, inexplicably, grandma will bring a new and good-looking sweater, Mo Feng is suitable for white clothes, and grandma also likes to buy this color for Mo Feng. To a certain extent, Grandma's personality is also very simple, eating good food, wearing good clothes, money or something, there will still be something.

Mo Feng later loved to daydream very much, probably because when her grandmother took her, she would not hit her, and she was not dogmatic. It's a pity that Mo Feng is also not sophisticated, because no one comes to teach.

said that people are social animals, but Mo Feng began a marginalized life for several years.