I didn't pay much attention to it, so I slipped out of bed, took my milk's hand, and walked into the hall. Grandma told my aunt that I should go back with Xiaoliang, and it will be dark in a while. The eldest aunt didn't keep too much, so she followed the milk outside the door, and when she got to the door, she said to the eldest aunt that she would go into the house and take out the aunt's egg basket. The eldest uncle ran into the house. Outside, the sun was setting, and I slept all afternoon. I really didn't expect that when I came to visit my relatives, I slept all afternoon. I thought to myself, stretched out my right hand, and pulled into the cloth bag of my jacket, but I didn't expect that my cloth bag was filled with things at some point, so I took out a handful, unfolded my hand and looked at it, these things include fried peanuts, melon seeds, fruit horns, and coins. I smiled happily, but I didn't expect my aunt to hurt me. When my grandmother saw that I had so many things in my cloth bag, she pretended to be disgusted and said to my aunt, why don't you be polite and give Xiaoliang a lot of food. When my aunt saw it, she was so shocked that her mouth and chin were about to fall off, no, I have a wooden pretending for Xiaoliang......

I bit the shell of a fried peanut with my teeth, peeled out three or four peanuts at once, spit out the shell, and chewed on the peanut with the red pulp, not to mention how fragrant it was. Satisfied, I took out another handful, picked out all the coins inside, and counted them slowly in the palm of my hand. Strangely, these coins have a small round hole in the center. The aunt saw that this coin was strange, so she snorted and rushed to the west, and then she heard the wolf-like voice of the aunt in the west, Auntie, come and see.

I was pulled to the west, and ran to the west, and looked up, and there were only a few thin red ropes left on the thick wooden beams, which hung listlessly, and the coins on them were gone. My grandmother looked at me and my aunt, and I thought it was incredible. Hasn't Xiao Liang been sleeping in the house all the time, how can he climb to the beam to relieve the money. The more my aunt thought about it, the more wrong it became, but she couldn't do anything about it. At this time, she pulled her aunt to the incense burner in the hall, lit a handful of incense, inserted it in it, knelt on the ground in front of the square table, and kowtowed several times towards the altar and the ground, and recited words in her mouth: "Xiaoliangwa is still young, not sensible, don't be strange to the fairy family......."

My aunt also kowtowed and prayed with the milk, I didn't know what they were doing, so I stood alone in the doorman, eating a peanut for a while and chewing a fruit corner for a while, and my heart was happy. But at noon, my tongue called the dead hornet pile to sting me as if it hadn't happened, and my tongue was fine again, not painful, not itchy, not red and swollen......

Since my aunt's house came back, every time I drank honey or honey water, I would pay special attention to see if there were any dead wasps in the honey. It seems that a shadow has fallen in my heart.

There will always be some water on the side of the well at home, and over time, a small puddle will be formed. The water in this small puddle has never dried up, whether it is sunny or rainy. When I was fine, I would carry up my red-painted four-legged stool by myself, look at the branches on my head, find a place with shade, sit by this small puddle, support my chin with both hands, and look at the slightly moist muddy ground by the puddle, the slender water flies, and the water bees that flew like helicopters, flew over one after another by this puddle, clinging to the mud by the puddle, lying on my stomach for a while, and then gradually flying away. I sat there for a long time every time, and I watched it with relish. I always felt that those water flies and water bees were very clean, I don't know where they came from, what they were lying on the edge of this puddle for, and then stretched out their tentacles to wipe their faces and flew away, and I don't know where they are going to fly.

A lot of the time, I'm more interested in this water bee than in those black and gray water flies. This water bee is tiny, with a brown and yellow appearance, and there are also hornets in the mound, but this water bee, like a small gadfly, should not sting people. I've never dared to try it, and I don't know if it's really going to sting people. However, this water bee, the action of flying is simply light and fast, and it flies like an arrow, which is fleeting. And when flying, you can also stop in the air and hang motionless in the air. I think it's a good thing, like a helicopter, his wings no longer flapping in the air, and sometimes I just see him squeak in front of my eyes and fly in an arc and disappear.

Several times, I wanted to reach out and grab one in my hand to see what this water bee was all about, how it was like an elf, how people liked it more and more. For a child, in the years when toys are extremely barren, it is a lucky thing for busy parents to be able to sit in the yard alone without crying or making trouble, looking at these gadgets and full of interest. At that time, I was only five or six years old, and I had not yet gone to school.

In front of the main entrance of my house, on the right side, there is a neem tree with the thick mouth of a large bowl. The neem tree, long and straight, grows very markedly. In winter and spring, the neem tree unconsciously slowly grows some fine leaves, the leaves have not completely turned from green to green, between the leaves and the branches, they become bunches of small flowers stretched out from the ground.

The small flowers were finely fragmented, white and purple in color, and from a distance, they looked like small white and purple leaves had grown out of the green leaves. It looks good, and if you smell it carefully, there is really a special fragrance wafting in the yard.

The older brothers and the younger brothers didn't know what they liked to play, anyway, every time after eating, I couldn't find their shadows, and I, would be quietly alone, carrying my own red lacquer stool, either watching the bees by the small puddle, or sitting under the neem tree, watching the fine sunlight sift down from the branches and leaves of the neem tree, shining on my face and eyes.

It was a warm feeling, it was really comfortable, and sometimes I just close my eyes and feel it seriously. I felt that the white sun was shining through my eyelids, and my face was warm, and my eyes seemed to be driving through the wisps of white clouds, and the clouds slowly crossed from left to right in my eyes, and then from right to left, and so on.

And when a gust of wind passed, the branches and leaves of the neem tree swayed with the wind, and the sun hit my face intermittently, and the warm feeling was also intermittent.

There has been no bird's nest on the neem tree, but the neem starling is often brought over. The neem starling is a black bird with short wings and a long beak. The birds came in a large flock, jumping around on the neem tree, looking for the round neem seeds left over from the previous year.

When he found it, he croaked and screamed, and then stretched out his long yellow mouth, picked up the neem seeds, and put them in his mouth. In a short time, the skinned neem seeds were swallowed until only the smooth seeds were left.

Sometimes the neem starling will swallow it directly, and when it is full, it will stand on the branch and croak, and after a while, a bird will pout its buttocks and squeeze out a few thin shit, and there will often be a few smooth neem seeds popping out of the shit.

I sat under the tree, and several times, I was splashed with some on my body by this neem starling. I was a little angry, thinking to myself, these guys, you can't pull poop in place even if you're full, you have to move somewhere and pull again, I really don't understand the rules.

I glanced at the still croaking guys up there with some resentment, and thought, if you're not honest, I'll find a rabbit gun to knock you down.

To be honest, this rabbit gun is not available to everyone. In our big family, only my black-faced third uncle has one, and it's a double-barreled rabbit gun loaded with iron sand.

However, my third uncle is very stingy, even if he doesn't go out to fight rabbits with a gun on his back, he never lets me touch his baby bump.

Every time, I saw him holding the old cotton cloth and carefully wiping the gun, and seeing that I was pretending to be careless and trying to rub over to talk to him, the third uncle would be quick-eyed, and quickly put the rabbit gun into a long cloth sleeve and stuffed it into the shed in the house.

Then he put his hands into my left and right armpits, lifted me up, and carried me out, and then he tried to prevaricate me, either promising me to take me to the carp pit on the northeast slope to catch fish, or pulling me into his carriage to pick up long insect skins in the mass grave on the hill.

In short, the third uncle will do everything he can to get me out of his rabbit gun, and then there will be no more......