Chapter 297: Fang Wu's Memories

Fang Wu had also thought about such a thing, if he had ......

If this month passes, I'll be twenty-six. Fang Wu said in his heart

Possibly.

I vaguely remember some things from my childhood.

I heard from the adults that we moved around when I was five or six years old.

Later, I thought about it a million times – what would have happened if I hadn't moved.

And then I got the answer when I was twenty years old.

Pain is always short-lived for a child, but it may leave an indelible mark on your heart, especially if it is given to you by your loved ones.

So, I still can't forget that I was thrown out of my room before I moved.

Unfortunately, I landed on my face, which made my nosebleed for a long time.

Then I noticed a scar at the corner of my eye, which seemed to have been with me for as long as I could remember, and it should have come from that time when I hit the ground on my face.

Why do I remember it so clearly? The main thing is that when I was a child, I was too stinky and beautiful, and I looked in the mirror all day long.

At that time, there was no fun in the countryside, and every day I ran around the village and outside the village, swimming around in the mountains and waters, although it was also quite fun, but I would always get tired of it.

So all kinds of TV dramas on TV have become something that I can't do without in my life.

And those people on TV at that time, their hair was black and shiny, and all kinds of middle points were partial, which deeply affected me.

So much so that I was deeply fascinated by all kinds of oily hair, I tinkered with my hair all day long, never dried it after washing, and even deliberately wet my hair, just to comb my hair into the cool, sparkling oily hair like on TV, looking at myself in the mirror, imagining those amazing people on TV, and thus getting a little sense of pride and satisfaction.

At that time, I didn't know where I learned that there was something called gel cream, and it was one of the things I wanted to get the most before I graduated from elementary school.

Although I didn't know how to write gel cream at all, it didn't stop me from occasionally following my mother to the street and constantly looking at the roadside stalls, hoping for a bottle of gel cream to appear. Some people may ask, didn't you know the words gel cream at that time?

Indeed, I don't know, in our dialect there, the gel paste is not called zheligao, but galigou, you see, isn't there some similarity.

And we have vendors here who can sell it, so as long as I have the tip of my ear, I can find the gel cream from the crowd of shouts.

Unfortunately, I never found them for sale.

After all, there doesn't seem to be much oil on the street.

Compared to other children, I don't seem to be short of pocket money, but why don't I fall in love with snacks?

Maybe the tutoring is too strict, I was taught to be a good child since I was a child, and snacks are a terrible thing that every adult wants to get rid of, and they cause children not to like to eat.

At that time, the only things I knew that were not considered snacks by adults were cereal and milk.

So my childhood, my elementary school seemed to eat a lot of cereal, you may ask, what about milk?

At that time, milk was a bit expensive, and the amount was still small, but there were more than a dozen packs of cereal for ten yuan a pack, and I was impressed by a kind of cereal that was advertised very well.

I can't eat, and I can't eat too many snacks.

Yes, although I didn't fall in love with snacks, I did secretly eat some, but it was really a lot less than other children.

So I was really thin and small, and I was in the bottom three of my class all year round.

But I was very stubborn and refused to admit defeat.

Sometimes, after school, I would go to my old village, to my grandmother's house, to my uncle's house, because my uncle had a son and a daughter, and my second uncle had two sons, and I especially liked to go to their house to play.

I remember one time, I don't know what the reason, I pinched the youngest son of my second uncle's family.

He's the boss of their class, addicted to fighting and can't extricate himself, at a young age, he has already formed a few boys in the class of thirteen or what, anyway, they don't have thirteen people, because I am in the same class as him, the number of people in our class should only be about forty, and the boys are only about twenty, in fact, the girls also have a twelve-flower, although it seems that there are only a few.

That's why it's still great to be able to pinch him.

But I didn't have as many fingernails as he did, and I didn't have as much strength as he did—I was defeated, and I had several blood marks on my hands, and I was worried about whether it would become some ugly scar.

However, the war between the brothers never holds grudges, and even if something similar happened a few times later, our relationship was not affected.

I also had a cousin in the same class, who was my uncle's son, and I remember that I had never fought with him, but then he said that we had fought a few times, but I didn't remember it, and he said that I was very angry, and I ran after him all over the village with a brick, and I guess I really did that?

I also used to take money out of my family to buy food for them, and I really didn't lack pocket money at that time.

Although I really like to go back to my original village, I also like the village where I live very much.

Because the children there are really my playmates, not relatives.

We would always go to school together, and when we passed through a village, we would compete to see who could get to school first.

In some villages, there are people who raise fish, so we go to the pond and ditch to cut the grass together after class, and then give the fish farmers a snakeskin bag in exchange for a few cents to one or two pieces.

By the way, most of the things in the stores we are familiar with are less than five cents, and you can buy a lot of delicious food for one dollar.

I love the money I make.

We also help the builders of the house to move the bricks from the brick kiln downstairs or from the downstairs to the upstairs, and a brick is a penny.

In fact, it is better to make money by picking up garbage, bottles and cans, paper and plastic, although it is not very valuable, but if you pick up a piece of iron or something made of copper and aluminum, it can be sold for a lot of money, although I don't remember much, but at that time iron seemed to be a few dollars a pound at that time, not to mention copper and aluminum.

We would sometimes catch a passing tractor together and go to the market together.

Usually we don't go far, just where we usually are, but once we went to a far place, I bought a comic, the content of Guanyin Bodhisattva subduing the red child, that is really not cheap, remember a few pieces, this is the first time I was willful, bought such a valuable thing.

When I got home, the book was borrowed by other children in the village, and then it was all turned over, and I remember that it had been with me for many years, and then it was gone.

New Year's is always a happy one, and I'm even happier.

On the first day of the new year, I was looking forward to giving my once-in-a-year gifts, some cannons, when the sky was just dawning.

When the adults chose the good luck, I could go out with my cupola after setting off firecrackers.

At five or six o'clock on the first day of the new year, the sky is full of children's fireworks, which are very colorful and colorful.

Because it is the Chinese New Year, every child can get a red envelope, which we call 'copper money' here.