Chapter 3: Xiong's Mother-in-law [II]

Aunt Liu was so amused by our pair of living treasures that she looked up at the sun, put down the mop in her hand, sorted out the rags at her feet, and asked, "Are you hungry?" ”

At this time, the 'Moon Hare' showed its greedy side, and the dead 'Xiong's mother-in-law' instantly got up from the ground and nodded her head.

Aunt Liu went into the kitchen and cooked three bowls of somen noodles, drizzled with sesame oil and soy sauce, sprinkled with minced ginger and chopped green onions, and then fried two poached eggs on top of the two bowls of noodles for me and Yiqing.

Yiqing saw that Aunt Liu only had minced ginger and green onions in her bowl, so she gave Aunt Liu the poached eggs in her bowl, and I also sandwiched the poached eggs into Aunt Liu's bowl when I saw this. Aunt Liu touched our little heads and put the poached eggs back into our bowl, and said with a smile: "Aunt Liu doesn't like to eat eggs, you two babies have long bodies, you eat." ”

I know that Aunt Liu doesn't like eggs, it's just because her family's economic conditions are not good, even so, she always leaves the good ones to me and Yiqing. Aunt Liu doesn't have children herself, she really treats us as if we were her own children.

It's the end of August.

The city of Lushui, where we are located, is located in the south, and although it is autumn, the weather is still as hot as midsummer. In the afternoon, the streets of Lao Cai are full of children running wildly with popsicles and old people playing chess with pu fans.

My family and Yiqing's family basically eat dinner at the table in the courtyard, which is lively and cool. I also invited Aunt Liu's family to join her, which was nothing more than to add two more pairs of dishes and chopsticks, but Aunt Liu's family refused to do anything, so they only squeezed into their own room and ate some dinner casually.

When I moved out of my chair that day, I found that the dishes on the table were very rich, including braised fish, boiled pork slices, and a whole golden rooster in the middle. After setting the dishes and chopsticks and taking a seat, Yiqing sandwiched a bowl full of meat and sent it to Aunt Liu's house. Don't look at us as small, we understand some reason. We don't need adults to teach us that Aunt Liu is good to us, and we have good things, of course, we have to take care of her. Sometimes it's Yiqing, sometimes it's me.

At first, we brought it in, and after a while, Aunt Liu sent it back as it was, and we brought it in again, and Aunt Liu sent it back. After a few rounds of back and forth, the mother finally persuaded Aunt Liu that this was the children's own intentions, and they should do so. Aunt Liu didn't push it back.

Before the official chopsticks were eaten, my father went back to the house with two small schoolbags and said, "Two little children, they have grown so big in the blink of an eye, and they will go to kindergarten tomorrow, let's see what this is." ”

Dad is carrying a blue Transformers pattern schoolbag in his left hand and a pink Mickey Mouse schoolbag in his right hand, both of which are of the same style. I reached for the blue bag and found that Yiqing was already tugging on the blue bag strap in her hand. The godmother held up the pink schoolbag in front of Yiqing and said, "Girl, you see how beautiful the pink is, she looks like a little princess on her back." ”

Yiqing pushed away the pink schoolbag and said, "I don't like mice." ”

It's not that I don't like Mickey Mouse, it's just that the pink color doesn't match the little boy at all, so I don't let go. Dad broke my finger and comforted: "Miao Miao, give the blue schoolbag to the girl!" Daddy bought you another one. ”

Hearing my dad say to buy it again, I let go and gave the blue schoolbag to Yiqing. When I grew up, I realized that the promises of adults can only be laughed at, and I carried that pink Mickey Mouse schoolbag throughout kindergarten, and my father said that he would buy it and never fulfilled it.

Two years earlier, Aunt Lu from the street committee came to the house to notify the kindergarten to sign up, but at that time, there was a big case that caused a sensation in the city, so the adults in the family did not register me and Yiqing for a long time.

At that time, a child in the district kindergarten somehow walked out of the kindergarten gate during free time. There are more than 40 children in a class in a public kindergarten, and when parents come to pick up their children in the afternoon, the teacher finds that one is missing. All the teachers and staff of the entire kindergarten went out to look for the surrounding area, but there was no trace at all, so they had to go to the police station to report the case. In those years, there were few cameras in the streets and alleys, not even the kindergarten where the accident occurred, and it was like looking for a needle in a haystack. The policeman's uncle searched from house to house all night, and all he got was some information.

It is said that I saw a big man with a beard carrying a twine pocket, and the pocket was kicked and kicked, and there was a lot of movement. But at that time, there were many people who came to the city from the countryside to sell piglets, so I didn't doubt it too much.

It is said that at home, I heard a child crying, and went out to see a middle-aged woman dragging a child into the alley. When the woman saw a nosy man, she said that the child was stealing the money from the family and she was teaching the child a lesson. The boy just cried, so he took the woman's word seriously.

Some even claimed to have seen a van carrying children into the car at the entrance of the kindergarten where the incident occurred. However, when the police asked the people who described the van that took the child, they claimed that they could not remember the license plate number of the person they had witnessed, and they could not even remember the color of the van.

The next day, the Municipal Public Security Bureau opened a case of missing persons and investigated the station, various traffic arteries, hotels, and rental houses. The city television station broadcasts the missing person notice in a 24-hour loop. The entire city searched for the missing child, but the child seemed to have disappeared from this world and was never heard from.

After the incident, the kindergarten paid a large amount of money and punished the relevant teaching staff. But I don't know what words to use to describe the pain of parents who have lost their children, and I just hope that this will not happen again.

Although the adults in the family are afraid, if it is delayed any longer, Yiqing and I can go directly to elementary school. So they thought twice and reported to us the private kindergarten with the highest fee in the city that year, Lianglianghua Kindergarten.

Adults always like to put me and Yiqing together, and with their intervention, Yiqing and I were placed in the same class. I already looked up and didn't look down, and I went to the kindergarten to face this dead girl all day long, which was really miserable.

The kindergarten teacher, who couldn't remember what he looked like, smelled a strange smell coming from a group of children and asked, "Which child is pulling poop in his pants, please raise your hand?" ”

Yiqing's brain pointed at me without turning, so all eyes looked at me. I hadn't pulled it in my crotch for as long as I could remember, and I was so anxious to prove my innocence that I took off my pants without thinking about it and shouted, "I didn't, I don't believe you." ”

I couldn't hide it, so a little boy behind me timidly raised his hand in acknowledgement.

Yiqing and I were forced to be a team since we came out of our mother's womb, but in my memory, every time something happens, the first person she betrays is me. Thanks to the fact that I often carry the black pot for her, she is unkind to me. Later, someone invented three words to describe this behavior, and I realized that Yiqing was the legendary 'pig teammate'.

In fact, kindergarten is just like that, the teacher sings, dances, makes games, and teaches some Chinese pinyin when he has time. Yiqing and I were directly promoted to the middle class, and those children who have been together since the elementary class have already found their good friends by singing "Looking for Friends", forming a small group, and it is not easy for us latecomers to join. After being ostracized a few times, I no longer believe it, salute and shake hands, you are my good friend. No one plays with me, I'd rather be proud to be alone in the corner building blocks. Yiqing had the same experience as me at first, but with her inherited artistic cells, the teacher gradually preferred this little girl who could sing and dance, and other children naturally moved closer to her.

Yiqing is always busy dealing with various small groups and no longer sticks to me all day. Having lost my only friend, I have been out of the crowd.

But I don't feel lonely and away from the hustle and bustle, on the contrary, I get a rare peace. Aunt Liu's day-to-day stories have given me the wings of my imagination and allowed me to soar freely in the sky of thought. To outsiders, I should be lonely and lonely, but I am actually happier than other children. Because their happiness is only a fleeting pleasure when playing, and my happiness can be enjoyed for a lifetime.

In Aunt Liu's story, I like the story of the Monkey King slaying demons the most. It's a pity that I haven't watched the 86 version of "Journey to the West" at that time, and the Monkey King in my mind is not the image of Teacher Liu, and I haven't seen Akira Toriyama's "Dragon Ball", so the Monkey King in my mind is completely conceived by Aunt Liu's description and my imagination. The Monkey King in my mind, it is a little monkey wearing gold silk armor, stepping on a soft somersault cloud like a marshmallow, holding a golden hoop stick that shines brighter than the sun, and his skills are high, he can do whatever he wants, and all demons and monsters are no match for him. Since the original Monkey King Monkey King's surname is Sun, Yiqing recognized the copyright early, so I named the Monkey King in my mind, Zhou Xiaosheng.

I have a talent for creating new scripts by imagining real characters into the theater of my own mind. Today's stage is the 'Big Broken Silk Hole', Yiqing is the stupid monk, and now he is entangled by those monsters, Zhou Xiaosheng's task is to fight the demons bravely and rescue the 'monk'.

Zhou Xiaosheng jumped into the demon pile with a fight, the golden hoop stick waved like a helicopter propeller, and the monster fled in joy, shouting from afar, wait, we will come back, and disappeared into the sky. However, the plot is too short, and in order to forcibly add drama, the monsters sent people thousands of miles away and came back. Zhou Xiaosheng began to be outnumbered and fell behind. Just when the monsters thought they had succeeded, Zhou Xiaosheng suddenly erupted into a small universe like Seiya, a shock wave, and the monsters all turned into an illusory background.

When I played a small theater in my head, I unconsciously showed joy on my face. The kindergarten teacher on the side looked at me in a daze and shook her head, probably sighing in her heart at the moment, there is no help! This kid is hopeless!

I love sharing my ideas with Aunt Liu. Aunt Liu always listened carefully to my stories that were not in chapters, and finally smiled and patted my little head and praised: "Miwa will definitely be a story king in the future." ”

When I returned to the gate of the courtyard in the afternoon, I couldn't wait to jump off my bicycle and run to the courtyard, shouting while running: "Aunt Liu, Aunt Liu, I have a new story today!" ”

But there was no response from the courtyard.

At this time, I learned from the adults that Aunt Liu's house moved away at noon without even saying goodbye. Looking at the two empty rooms, Yiqing, who came up later, sat on the ground and cried. I wanted to cry too, but the tip of my nose was sour but there were no tears, so I just stood there in a daze, but my heart felt like a piece had been ripped off alive. My godfather, Uncle Sun, carried Yiqing, who was crying and collapsed, back to the house, and my mother came to pull me. She held my hand tightly, as if to pass on my strength through the palm of her hand. I looked up and asked, "Mom, when will Aunt Liu come back?" ”

My mother crouched down, kissed me lightly on the forehead and said, "Little fool." ”

My mother didn't tell me those big truths, just silently took me into her arms and gently patted me on the back.

Many years later, I read a sentence in a book that reunion is short-lived, and parting is the norm. Maybe it's the first experience in our lives, so it will be unforgettable.

The four adults felt that there was no need to let strangers move into the courtyard again, so they rented two rooms in the middle courtyard and converted them into kitchens and dining rooms for the two families, piling up some miscellaneous items by the way.

Within a few days, Aunt Liu's original house was packed, and in celebration of the move, the two families set up another table. Faced with the sumptuous dishes on the table, I kept staring at the white rice in the bowl and peeking at Yiqing, who was as unmoved as I was, but her eyes stayed on the plate of fried golden poached eggs.

Later, the adults never mentioned where Aunt Liu's family had moved, and we didn't ask. First, we are afraid that we will not be able to ask the answer, and second, if we know Aunt Liu's address, should we visit it? If you don't go, you are ruthless; went, and I could really get back my old affection. So simply don't ask, if you miss it, you miss it, leave the beauty of the past to remember, time continues, and each other struggles to move forward in their respective directions.