Liu Ye felt more and more deeply that her grandparents were her parents. Pen ~ fun ~ Ge www.biquge.info although every winter and summer vacation, my grandmother will always take her to Z City to spend a period of time with her parents and two younger brothers, so as to establish a harmonious family relationship with them. However, her mother's obvious preference for her two younger brothers always hurt her immature heart. She also felt more and more deeply that her parents were like the legendary stepfather and stepmother, she was far away from them in her heart, and even rarely called them, even if she occasionally shouted "Dad" and "Mom", she would feel so awkward, as if it was a voice floating from the sky, so weak, so powerless, she even had the illusion that the voice did not come from her mouth.

She is emotionally separated from her parents, but she loves her two younger brothers very much. Once, she carried her brother, who was five years younger than herself, to the street to buy candy bars. On the way back, her brother fell asleep on her back, at this time she felt very tired, and wanted to put down her brother to rest for a while, she wanted to squat down and let her brother's feet fall to the ground, but the chubby brother pressed her to the ground like a hill, and her brother also fell from her back. She rubbed her brother's head in distress and coaxed him to stuff sugar cubes into his mouth. The younger brother, who had cried twice, soon fell asleep again. She had no choice but to carry her brother back, and this time she did not dare to let go of him in any way, and when she staggered to the entrance of the alley, and saw her grandmother, who had come to look for them, she handed her brother over to her grandmother with relief. The lovely younger brother is still sleeping sweetly, his white and tender little face is like a red apple, Liu Ye can't help but kiss his younger brother, her sour and heavy arm seems to have regained its elasticity in this affectionate kiss.

Liu Ye's relationship with her parents was not harmonious, so she followed her grandmother back to the town smoothly every time. Because she has been to a big city, she has become a big hero in the hearts of children. Sometimes she deliberately said a word or two about Z City, which attracted the envy of the children who were full of saliva because they were teething.

Because of this, Liu Ye was often called to the podium by the music teacher in his forties with short hair who spoke good Mandarin and looked a little evil in his facial features in music class.

The music teacher's surname is Wang, and he is in his forties, but his hair is mostly white. Maybe because her husband died of cancer a few years ago, she pulled four or five children by herself and lived a difficult life. Liu Ye vaguely remembered that when Mr. Wang's husband had just died, Mr. Wang had a nervous breakdown and was almost nervous. It is said that the two husbands and wives are normal classmates, and although they are poor teachers, have many children, and live a hard life, the couple are very affectionate. During that time, my grandmother often cooked delicious food on Sundays, so she asked Liu Ye to go to Teacher Wang's house in the primary school and invite Teacher Wang to come to the house for dinner. Fortunately, Ms. Wang's children are already older, and the youngest are all in high school, so she doesn't have to take the children when she comes home. Liu Ye was always at the door of Teacher Wang's house, shouting loudly at Teacher Wang's house, but did not enter the door. Several times, Teacher Wang blamed and said, "This kid, come in!" ”

"Don't go in," Liu Ye waved his hand again and again, and stepped back timidly, "My grandmother called you to eat." ”

"This kid!" Teacher Wang let out a long sigh, took a handkerchief from his trouser pocket and wiped the thick lenses, and then put it on her eyes with high cheekbones and some deep sunken eye sockets. Then he raised his hand to flatten his clothes, straightened his cuffs, closed the dark double wooden doors, and walked with Liu Ye.

Once my grandmother asked, "Ye Mao, why don't you go into Teacher Wang's house, she wants to bring you candy to eat." ”

Liu Ye whispered in her grandmother's ear, I'm afraid to see the photo of the black gauze and black frame on the table at Mr. Wang's house.

Grandma suddenly understood that children were afraid to look at the statue. On Sunday, my grandmother didn't let Liu Ye call Teacher Wang, but made an appointment with Teacher Wang in advance.

After half a year, Mr. Wang went from crying and crying, looking for death and life, to calmly facing her husband's departure, which is inseparable from her grandmother's care and comfort.

"Trumpeter" is Liu Ye's repertoire, and that is the only memory she left in the first half of her school in Z City. While singing, she danced in the shape of a trumpet with one hand on her waist and the other hand, her singing voice was crisp and sweet, her dancing was beautiful and smooth, she was intoxicated by singing and dancing, and the students in the audience were intoxicated by her wonderful performance. Once the naughty Wang Liang jumped over his seat, ran to the podium with a slump, and danced behind Liu Ye, imitating Liu Ye's movements, causing the whole class to laugh because of his funny posture. Liu Ye stopped and glared at Wang Liang fiercely, annoyed that Wang Liang swept away her performance. For about a week, Liu Ye had to pout and not talk to Wang Liang when he saw him, until Wang Liang apologized many times and promised not to make trouble next time, that Liu Ye was angry. The two of them stretched out their hands and shouted in unison: "Hook and hang, don't change for a hundred years." Then he laughed and made a mess in the classroom.

Once, Teacher Wang asked her to go to the office and sing "Trumpeter" to the loudspeaker during recess. She was a little timid at first, but soon calmed down, and when she finished singing the song into the loudspeaker, the first thing she thought was whether her grandparents had heard her singing. On her way home from school in the evening, she hurried home in three steps and two steps.

The colorful glow covered the sky like brocade, and the white clouds were like blushing faces in the reflection of the setting sun. The breeze was blowing, the catkins were fluttering, the homing birds were chirping, and the round and flat sun of the distant mountains, like a huge silver platter, fell on the mountainside. She didn't have time to enjoy all this beauty, and she shouted anxiously in her heart: "Hurry up and see grandpa!" ”

When she got home, she quickly got off the Huang Jun's schoolbag from her shoulder, and then shouted loudly to her grandmother, "Grandma, have you heard my song from our 'chatterbox'?" "Grandma, who was putting wood on the stove, looked up, and her wrinkled pale face was reflected by the raging flames as if it were rouge, and she seemed to be much younger. Liu Ye was stunned suddenly, thinking how good it would be if her grandmother could be as young as her mother! Then she won't worry that her grandmother may leave this world before she grows up. This thought flashed through her, and she quickly remembered what had made her particularly excited today, and she looked at her grandmother expectantly, hoping that her grandmother's answer was yes. However, my grandmother shook her head and said, "Silly boy, you are singing at school, how can your grandmother hear it at home?" ”

As soon as Liu Ye heard her grandmother's answer, she immediately became anxious, and she kept shaking her grandmother's arm: "I sang it on the loudspeaker at school, and the teachers and students in the school heard it, why can't we accept the 'chatterbox'?" She stumbled to the front door of the antechamber and stared curiously at the dark gray iron "chatterbox" of the same shape and size as a vegetable basin on the wall behind the brown wooden door, wondering if something was wrong with the old, tarnished fellow.

It wasn't until her grandfather came back from work and told her that every household could only hear her singing or speaking at the commune's radio station. This incident planted her ideal of becoming a household name in her young heart.