The little friends around us were lying on the ground and watching very seriously, even forgetting that there were small insects crawling over our bodies, and we were all like Qiu Shaoyun, motionless in the grass.

They are all watching the little friend's every move, and they are even more nervous than launching a satellite into the sky, and they are all looking forward to what kind of grand occasion it will be waiting for.

After the little friend was plugged in, I saw the little friend slowly take out the match from his pocket.

In our time, lighters were a rarity, and only matches were common, and at that time we all used firewood for cooking, not even rice cookers.

I saw that the guy took out the match and slowly opened the matchbox, we saw that it was unusually nervous, and it was also said that it was unusually serious, and even the child's action of taking out the match was clear.

So everyone seemed to have forgotten to breathe, for fear that a big breath would blow out the match in the little friend's hand, and all the children watched.

The little friend finally took out a match, and checked it on the edge of the matchbox, and the match was lit in an instant, it was not an ordinary fire, it was a flame that shocked us.

This is a historic moment, this is a glorious moment, all the people are looking at the little flame, all the people are attracted by the little flame.

As the little friend slowly passed the match towards the torpedo's lead, everyone's eyes lit up with excitement.

The little torpedo's little friend's hand trembled slightly, I don't know if it was nervous or because this historic moment was witnessed by him personally.

I saw his hand slowly pass towards the lead of the torpedo on the cow dung. With the light of the match finally came to the top of the torpedo, there was a small creak...... The voice came out.

Then the lead of the torpedo began to burn, and it burned right before our eyes.

The little friend lit the torpedo and shouted. There is a bomb lying down, of course, this sentence was also learned on TV.

As the little friend rushed over quickly, and then hid it and waited for the torpedo to blow up, the lead time of the torpedo generally ranged from five seconds to seven seconds.

But we waited for a while and still didn't have the slightest reaction, did we prepare for so long? The moment to be so prepared to witness the miracle is gone?

Is it oil on your hands? Taken for a long time? Turned into a squib? Or maybe we were unlucky enough to get a bad torpedo.

In an instant, we were like spending hundreds of millions of dollars to prepare the dream of the satellite plan to go to the sky, and everyone sighed unconsciously, and everyone's faces were full of decadence and disappointment.

Just when we were all disappointed. One of the brave kids wanted to go and see what was going on.

I immediately stopped the kid because there were too many unlit cannons on TV lately. Blew up your eyes or hurt your hands when you last went to see them.

Since I am the king of children, then I have to play the role of king, how can I let my people be harmed?

Is that still a competent child king?

So everyone climbed out of the haystack in disappointment, although they did not dare to come near. But it's all not far around. Look at that torpedo.

As if waiting for a miracle to happen to the torpedo, it will suddenly explode.

Now we don't care about any historic moment, as long as the torpedo blows off, we are satisfied.

It's like when we can't make it last, we have to go for the second.

But the torpedo didn't blow up as if it was joking with us, and just lay there quietly, motionless.

We waited for a while, and when Ren thought that this time it was completely out of play, suddenly there was a loud noise in the direction of the cow dung.

With that loud bang. It was like an atomic bomb explosion, and the cow dung was coming at us like a hidden weapon.

I was still a handsome kid just now. In an instant, they were like children picked up in a ditch, covered in cow dung, and the cow dung was still freshly pulled out and hot, so it was all stuck to our bodies and hair.

You must know that generally the richest time is during the Chinese New Year, and we also wear the latest clothes during the New Year. 、

At that time, our clothes were basically worn by the elder brother and the younger brother, and the younger brother wore the younger sister.

Therefore, the so-called new clothes are just old clothes that have no holes and are relatively clean.

But that's how we got happy, because it was also a new dress that I hadn't worn myself.

I remember that the dress I had on me was the denim that my cousin gave me, and I was so handsome and good-looking that I wore it.

But now it's all cow dung, and none of the friends around me don't have cow dung on them.

But we were very happy, because we had already picked it up, and we didn't think it was good to have a little cow dung on us.

Because when we asked our parents how we got here, the elders generally said that they picked it up from the toilet, some from the garbage heap, and some from the field.

My dad told me that I picked it up from the hole in the bridge, and that my nose was the hole I had scratched when I came up with a nail rake, and I really believed it at that time.

However, most of them were picked up from the toilet, so it didn't matter if we had cow dung on our bodies first, and the most important thing was that we finally succeeded in this historic moment.

And we were all very happy.

One by one, you look at me, I look at you, laughing very happily, the happiness of children is so simple.

We actually continued to play outside with such cow dung on top of it, and we didn't feel sick or uncomfortable at all, maybe it was a small time.

We had a historic moment, so everyone had a great time and forgot about what was unclean.

But when we went back, I didn't know what other people's treatment was, anyway, I was beaten up, in my mother's words, it was three big shameless, what does the so-called three dozen noon shame mean?

It's your parents who beat you, your teachers beat you, and your elders beat you, and you don't have to be clean to the slightest shame.

And my mother also said that there are skills in beating children, children are weak and easy to break, but the butt is dead meat, no matter how you beat it, it's fine.

So my mom took firewood and hit my ass hard, but it didn't hurt, because how could my mom bear to keep beating, but if I didn't cry, how could I prove that I knew I was wrong?

(To be continued.) )