Why is it said that when it comes to the garage, the house assigned by Daddy's work place is a single room of fifty or sixty square meters, and this single room has become an abandoned warehouse and parking room when the unit is changed to a house. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

I have no impression of staying in this small place. I don't have any impression of moving.

Later, the family moved to the second floor, with a living room and a bedroom large enough for two beds. The floor has not yet been tiled, and all colleagues live in the same building, and they usually greet each other when they meet and walk.

This seems to be really happy now, neighbors, colleagues, everyone is simple and friendly exchanges, all are intellectuals, not too friendly, but not too intrusive. It always retains the graceful and friendly rhythm of communication, which is full of beauty.

Unfortunately, by then, I had become sensitive and timid, and I didn't have the heart to appreciate all this.

At the age when I need to understand the world the most, I don't have a firm enough guide to guide my worldview. I couldn't understand many of the things I saw, which also made me seem a little dumbfounded, always looking at them in a daze, thinking stupidly, and ferrying in my heart with an empty boat.

In the bedroom of the two-story unit, the door inside is hooked with a simple iron rod, which can only be closed from the inside, and cannot be opened from the outside.

In the bedroom, there were two wooden beds that could support mosquito nets, and every night at that time, my grandmother would pick up the bamboo handle of the mosquito sweep and sweep the mosquitoes out of the tent.

When I was a child, I liked to sleep on my grandmother's arm, and at that time, my father on the bed next to the door would always call my mother over, and I was not happy. I like to slip over by myself, but I still like to sleep in the middle, and now that I think about it, it's just doing something terrible.

In such a building, there is only a water duct that goes down, and you have to fetch your own water for bathing. In addition to the living room and bedroom, the kitchen and bathroom are connected together, that is, one.

Bathing place against the corner of the wall, outside with cement deliberately built out of a waterproof groove of about three inches, the deepest impression here is not bathing, but killing fish, at that time the family is not bad, grandma every day like to buy all kinds of meat, pigs, cattle and sheep, of course, there are all kinds of fish, among which there is a local dialect called the thief head fish creature, the vitality is particularly strong, split a lifetime, pour it from the bag into the cement floor, it is also alive, no water will not swim dead, with the back of the knife knock many times, grandma is ready to knock it to death, it will rub and jump, a lot of times to knock to death。

At that time, I didn't understand much about life, only that fish was delicious. However, I have never grown fat, because children with long bodies develop vertically, not horizontally.

In my childhood, which has no memory, my grandmother would say, I can eat. The most vivid time she told me that when I was a child when I was drinking milk, I started teething at that time, I don't know if it was because I couldn't drink anything, or if my nature was too bad, so I just started biting, and my grandmother gave me a slap directly in pain......

When I was older, there was a dinner party for the employees of the unit, and my grandmother took me to eat. I picked a piece of beef the size of a thief, and I ate it, and finally I couldn't bite it, and I knew how to spit it out if I couldn't swallow it.

Listening to my grandmother's reminiscences, and when I ate fish, I ate and ate, and I knew that when I spit out all the fish bones, a villain occupied a big fish, and I ate it quickly.

Wow... I was stunned by these heroic deeds! I have reason to believe that in the most primitive time, I was definitely the best tadpole, and that my victory was by no means accidental in the war of thousands of troops before I was not me.

So in the initial stage of nature, I was an individual who really had a very strong animal wild gene.

At that time, in addition to liking fish, fish farming was also fascinating. I have to raise edible fish for two days, and I like to touch its wet, slippery skin in the water.

I also love fish that can't be eaten, and at that time the family was also very loving, and my father would take me to buy a beautiful and translucent glass fish tank, which was very big and big, larger than the width of my small body. There are also several goldfish of different colors.

I love watching them eat, and the colorful fish food at that time always attracts the stupid fish to compete for food. Because I ate a lot, the water in the fish tank was dirty and fast, and it moistened the flowers and plants in the corridor at the door.

Now I don't want to raise flowers and plants anymore, but at that time I was fascinated.

In front of the unit's house, there is a huge magnolia tree, six stories high. Or it can be said that there are two, but the other one is only two stories high, and the second one is always forgotten.

Underneath the magnolia are various units of flowers and trees, as long as they can be transplanted and fed, I have broken the branches and inserted them back into my own pots. In front of the house, and in front of the building, the distance is only five meters, and I still paranoidly believe that there is a fundamental difference, and the one in the small basin at the door is mine.

The little goldfish exerted their fertilizing skills, and one after another turned their bellies in the following time. Finally, there was a fish that was strong and disappeared into my fish tank after being single-handedly grabbed by a bear boy in the unit who was smaller than me.

It was later picked up, and it was thrown from the second floor to the first floor, and miraculously, it was still alive.

And in the end, the heavens were fed to death.

I also got on the wild cat in the unit, and it was not wild, it was a cat from a family outside the wall of the unit, there was no family planning, and a lot of small things were bred. Everyone in the unit is intellectual, and of course there are no bad guys who bully and drive away cats. And because the food is good, it can always attract the arrival of cat A and cat B, and of course, dog A and dog B.

There was a Elvis Presley at that time, and I can still remember how I met him.

My house is on the second floor at the top of the stairs, and the next door has a place where the leftovers are leftovers, and the cats always pass by my door.

That day was its countless ordinary daily life. It's just that that day, a little girl also learned to meow a few times from her. It is a rural cat, docile and only cares about the stomach. Unlike pet cats in the city, squeamish and arrogant.

So it responded, staring at the little girl who called for it, meowing, slightly lazy and sluggish. Waited in the corridor in the yellow light under the moonlight.

That day, the family happened to buy dried salted fish, and every time they would peel off the head and pick out the bones, there was just a big bag left.

Elvis and I got acquainted with a yellow she-cat with white stripes.

I'm curious about its childhood experience, because it's so innocent that it doesn't turn away like its children and its fellow citizens.

It also has a cat sister who has the same skin color as it, and the cat sister sees that I always love to run, and every day I look like a thief and a group is beaten, and I clearly love to eat the food in my hand, but I only dare to covet it, I dare not approach, I love to stare at it, and I am always timid.

Later, I got angry, and when I saw my sister cat, I liked to scare him, so that she always ran away.

Although the cat sister looks similar to Elvis Presley, because she doesn't eat well enough, her complexion is a level worse, and she doesn't have Elvis's atmosphere and calmness. Because of the presence of the cat sister, the male cats around the spring don't look down on it. She had always been a lonely cat, and she had never seen her lead a kitten.