I suddenly remembered Sister Rong, but I didn't know how she was doing now. I asked people in my hometown several times, and they all said that she had not been back for several years, and they only knew that she and her husband were selling vegetables in a vegetable market in Jinan. The willow branches outside the window have goose yellow turning into golden green, and the slender green willows are gently swaying in the soft wind, like a group of green girls singing and dancing.

This time of childhood is a paradise for us. We took off our thick cotton jackets, and the adults still wore a layer of cotton pants on us as if they couldn't bear to see us slimmer, because at that time, our rural children did not have sweaters and pants, and when they took off their cotton clothes, they wore jackets made of two layers of cloth. Look, the children all over the street are wearing small jackets on the top and cotton pants underneath, and they are sweating profusely one by one. Although they are squeaky and crooked, they are either crying or making trouble, but they are all healthy and happy.

Sister Rong is the happiest person, she is not like we have several sets of cotton clothes, as the temperature rises and falls, she only has a set of thick and hard. The weather in early winter was already very cold, and many children wore thin cotton clothes, but Sister Rong was cold and shrunk into a ball. A sunny day is her best time. She kept running, and I couldn't keep up with her, so I stood there sweating profusely, and said to her angrily, "I won't play with you anymore!" ”

Only then did she realize that I was different from hers, "Are you sweating? ”

"Hmm!" I pouted, "Why are you running all day?" ”

She came back to me, still stomping her feet, "Run and run warm, aren't you cold?" ”

"I'm hot!"

"Then I'll run around you."

In the early spring, the weather was cold and warm, and when it was hot, she took off her cotton jacket, wearing only a small coat on it, steaming hot on her head, and dragging thick cotton pants below.

In the early spring, the weather was cold and warm, and when it was hot, she took off her cotton jacket, wearing only a small coat on it, steaming hot on her head, and dragging thick cotton pants below. Summer is Sister Rong's best time, she can do it with her bare arms and legs, and there is food all over the trees.

One year, when the corn cob had just been formed and the corn kernels were still small buds with pulp, one day at noon, while the adults were taking a nap, she quietly called me and said that she would take me to eat something delicious.

We went to the cornfield in the west of the village, and she said that the corn cobs in this field were very delicious and sweet, and I stooped up to grab the corn wrapped in green clothes as if I had seen a lot of candy, and she grabbed me and pulled me into the field, saying that it would not work on the side of the road, so that the adults would beat us if they saw it.

I grabbed the corn cob and dragged it down, but I couldn't break it, Sister Rong helped me bend the corn stalk, I peeled off the emerald green coat, revealing a pearl-like corn kernel inside, I opened my mouth to bite, the thick corn syrup sprayed me in a mouthful, the taste was weird and unpalatable, I spit it out with one mouth. Sister Rong leaned on her stomach and took a bite, and wondered, "Why is it not delicious?" Maybe I'm remembering the wrong place, look for it again! ”

So she dragged me around the cornfield, and I don't know how much corn I wasted. At noon, the corn field was very hot, and there was no sound all around, only the crickets cried irritably once or twice, and the corn leaves were like rows of sabers, scratching the face and body full of sweat, and the stinging pain.

I was lost, I couldn't tell the difference, I was scared, and for the first time I was in this dense green barrier, I cried out loud, and said that I would not go with her to look for sweet corn anymore. I cried loudly for my grandmother, hoping that she would save me from the thick green. Sister Rong was not afraid at all, and said that when she found the sweet corn, she would make a mark and bring me again.

Later, Sister Rong said that she found sweet corn, and she said that if she forgot to eat at noon, the corn would be sweet. I didn't dare to go into the cornfield anymore because when I got there, I felt like there were so many eyes around me.

Sister Rong in the summer also has her troubles, perhaps because she doesn't pay attention to hygiene, eats everything, and sleeps everywhere, and she often has sores on her body. Sometimes there are several on the back at once, the surrounding is red, and there is a big bag in the middle, and slowly the head of the bag turns white, broken, and the white pus and blood flow down at some point.

The naughty boy took advantage of her inattention and hit her sore, and she sat on the ground crying and scolding in pain, she didn't dare to fight with others, because in that case, she would be beaten more, and all she could do was sit on the ground and cry and scold. Many parents don't let their children play with her, saying that they are afraid of spreading sores. Some people say that she should not be called "Xiaorong", but "Xiaoshe", a child who is still unattended on the street.

Sister Rong is also a gas bag at home, no one feels sorry for her, her mother only cares about working in the field, never cares about her, her grandmother only likes her grandson, she doesn't like her granddaughter, she thinks she is superfluous, whoever is angry in her heart beats her, often sees her family eating in the house, she sits alone on the ground in the courtyard and cries, when she sees someone coming, she gets up, wipes her tears and snot, and runs to the house to grab her own job.

Sister Rong can only feel a little warmth in my house, maybe it's "young and young", grandma said that only those who love others can accumulate their own, every time she comes, grandma always takes out some food to share with her, she sees my grandma than her own grandma is closer. I heard that when Sister Rong was two years old, she was dying of hunger on the street, and it was my grandmother who gave her half a bowl of pimple soup to eat, and she came back to life, and since then, she often crawls to my house.

Sister Rong went to school, and I was in the same class, the teacher was lecturing in class, she often fell asleep on the table, and snoring, the teacher asked the table to wake her up, she didn't wake up, the teacher threw her with a chalk head, she was still sleeping, and she raised her sleepy eyes suddenly, and scolded, "X. your mother," met the teacher's angry gaze.

"Get out!" The teacher was furious,

Sister Rong stood up slowly, walked out slowly, sometimes the teacher hated it very much, kicked her ass, she staggered to the door, the teacher closed the door and turned around, calmed down her emotions, and continued to teach us.

Later, the teacher stopped caring about her, only when she snored and said a word to wake her up, a boy in the back hooked her stool with her legs, hooked hard, she squatted to the ground from her sleep, the classmates laughed, Sister Rong sat on the ground, at first scolded two sentences, cried a few times, and then simply got up, erected a stool, sat down and continued to listen to the class.

The teacher taps the blackboard with half of the hairless blackboard and continues the lesson. Sister Rong can do anything except study, but others can't see that, there are still many classmates who bully her after class, and I don't know anything but school, but I am a good child in the eyes of teachers and classmates. Take a hundred plating and read the latest chapter of "Fengyi Nocturne Claw Book House" for free for the first time.