The transition from spring to summer seems to start at night. The days are longer and the nights are shorter. The nights gradually become hot and dry, and the quilt becomes thinner and thinner, and finally the quilt is removed and the mat is spread, and summer begins.

Straw mats are prone to insects, even after washing and drying, they still can't be cleaned up, and getting up after a night's sleep is always inexplicably itchy. Later, I changed to sleeping on a bamboo mat, but there were no insect bites, but it was easy to clip my hair when I lay down.

In the evening, the mosquitoes hiding in the dark corners began to come out.

"Buzz~Buzz~Buzz......"

This is definitely one of the most hated animals in the world. When you sit down or lie down, it stops on your lap or arm and starts sucking your blood. Some mosquitoes are always very elf, and if you move a little, they will fly away, and when you are quiet, they will fly over and suck your blood. Some mosquitoes are very greedy and want to drink themselves to their heart's content. When you hit it when you feel pain, it's still there to suck, so you slap it and its corpse and the blood you just sucked remain there until you wipe it off. There's nothing more annoying than when you fall asleep and it comes out to suck blood. When I slept until I was in a daze, I suddenly felt a tingling pain, and you can't fight or not. You wake up and fight, you can't hit for a while, and then you don't want to sleep. Don't hit it, it hurts to be stung.

So, in summer, mosquito coils are really indispensable. Every time I buy a new mosquito coil, I always have to separate it in two. A plate of mosquito coils is nested in pairs, and if you order it directly, the two plates of mosquito coils will be on fire together, which is very wasteful. Breaking mosquito coils is a meticulous job, and you must be careful, otherwise it will not be easy to use if it is broken.

In addition to mosquito coils, mosquito nets are also indispensable. I have two sets of mosquito nets at home. My dad used an old-fashioned, cotton and linen material, which was white and now it's a little darker. Mom's set was the dowry when they got married, gauze, light and fluttering. However, the mesh of this set of mosquito nets is porous, and mosquitoes often run in. Later, with the introduction of insecticide sprays, mosquito nets were rarely hung. After spraying the insect spray, the smell left in the room is still a little fragrant, and I can't help but smell hard. Go to the room and spray it, then close the doors and windows, and let it close for ten or twenty minutes. In this way, the mosquitoes in the room are killed, and the sleeping time is much more peaceful.

When I was a child, my skin was tender, and I couldn't stand mosquito bites, so I picked up a bag when I stung. The bag will itch, scratch it, scratch it, and if you scratch the skin, you will be filled with pus and bleeding. When I went to my grandfather's house next door to watch TV, my fourth brother began to dislike me.

"Hey, the pus on one of your legs is very fishy, and it's still bleeding. Is it scabies? Scabies will be too much, we don't dare to sit on the chair you sat on, don't come to my house to watch TV in the future......"

"I'm not scabies, I'm mosquito bites......"

"And said it's not scabies, you've been scratching there all the time......"

I cried aggrievedly, and when I got home, I cried to my mom and told me that they wouldn't let me watch TV, and my mom comforted me and said that it would be okay, and I could watch it when I was okay.

The next day, Mom went to pick up the maple balls, the kind of black fruit covered with thorns, like sea urchins. She had heard that boiling water in a bath would cure scabies, so she picked it up and washed it for me. I took a bath with boiled water with maple balls for several days, and the pustules did not disappear. It was only after the weather was cold that there were no mosquito bites, the pus scabbed over, and finally the wound was healed.

I went to the TV next door, and the fourth brother had to check whether my "scabies" were good. I had to roll up my trouser leg to show him, and only one mark after another remained on my leg......

Electric fans, my family was willing to buy them until very late, and in the early years, they used pu fans. Looking back now, how did you spend summer when you were a child? Unthinkable. Heat is also hot, but most of the attention is focused on other aspects, and whether it is hot or not is probably not that important.

At that time, there was an old man in the village who owned a small shop, and I rarely visited it. Most of the spicy strips in it are five cents a pack, spicy and salty, and no child doesn't like it. Chicken thigh bread, breaded with bean paste, fried, fragrant and soft. Instant noodles were also five cents at the beginning, and later rose to one piece.

To be honest, the mouth is still greedy. I remember that at noon that day, my mother was too lazy to cook, so she asked us to go to the shop and buy a pack of instant noodles.

"It's just such a small piece, and it costs a dollar, it'......s so expensive," the mother complained as she opened the instant noodles. Then put the square dough into an enamel bowl, tear open the seasoning packet and pour it on, pour in the boiling water poured from the thermos, and finally cover an aluminum pot lid.

"Just wait three minutes......"

"It's okay to eat, I'm hungry......"

"I haven't soaked it yet, so I can't eat it now......"

At that time, the instant noodles were really fragrant, and we never used spices in our stir-fry. To boil pork is to cut the meat and boil it in water, add some salt and monosodium glutamate, and at most add a little more soy sauce to the stewed chicken.

No one can resist the aroma of the seasoning in instant noodles, and adults are no exception. We both swallowed vigorously, and of course it was me who was the most obvious. After the instant noodles were soaked, my mother only took one bite and gave the rest to the two of us, and in the end she only drank some soup.

Once, my family gave me a dollar, and then I went to the shop to buy something to eat.

"Well, why did you come to buy something to eat today? It's been a long time since I've seen you. ”

"The family doesn't give me money".

"Your dad is rich, come here, I'll teach you ......"

After listening to the old man's words, I peeked at the door every time my father took the money. It turned out that the money was taken out of the pocket of his clothes box, I know.

When I want to buy snacks, I go to the clothes box in my room while my parents are away. Sometimes it's one piece, sometimes it's five cents, and when you're bold, you dare to take ten or twenty yuan......

I spent a long time like that until that day......

I went to play with my friends, bought several packs of snacks, found a shady place, and sat there to enjoy. Halfway through the meal, Dad walked past us with a dung snort......

"Okay, I'm working hard here, you sit here and eat snacks, who gave you the money?"

"It's my sister, she gave it to me."

"Okay, I'll ask her when I go back and see where she got the money......"

Looking at me with a mouth full of red oil, my father didn't have time to criticize me, so he left with his burden.

"Didn't you just say that your father gave you the money? Why do you say that your sister gave it to you now? ”

I was speechless, and I had to prevaricate that he had picked it up, and he thought it was ridiculous when he heard my words, and then went home.

But I don't dare to go home, you can't beat me to death......

I couldn't help it, I was so hungry that I had to go back when it was getting dark. Mom and Dad were waiting for me at home, and I was stopped as soon as I entered. Mom reached into my pocket and pulled out the few remaining coins from my pocket......

"Tell me what happened today, who gave you the money? You are not allowed to eat dinner without explaining clearly......"

"I ...... I...... Picked up ...... under the bed"

"I'm afraid it's not picking up the scraps under the bed, there is so much money for you to pick up? You learned to steal at a young age, but it's amazing, who taught you to steal money? ”

"Say it or not, don't talk about it......"

I was so scared that I didn't know what to say, so I could only cry over there, trying to use my cry to awaken that little bit of fatherly and maternal love in their hearts, but they were not moved at all.

"Crying, you know crying, what's the use of crying, so that you don't say anything......"

Mom picked up the broom at the door and pumped me, hit me on the back, hit me on the leg......

I cried even harder, tears and snot flowing......

"It's the ...... Geezer...... He taught me ......," I sobbed as I told the story of the story.

Just now the old man of the shop came to the ditch in front of our house to wash clothes, and my mother saw it, and dragged me to the gate again, this time to the side of the vegetable garden and broke a wolf.

The neighbor's sister came over and dragged me when she saw me being beaten, "Auntie, don't fight, don't fight, he just knows it's wrong......" "Xiaoqi, say quickly that you know it's wrong, don't dare next time."

"I know it's wrong, I won't dare to do it next time......"

But where would she stop, and just show the old man? By the time he had finished his laundry and was about to go home and pass us off, she beat him even harder. Despite the trousers I was wearing, she picked them up, leaking out their white and tender calves, and she beat them again and again with a chick until my calves were bleeding as if they had been pricked by needles......

I was beaten to my feet by her, crying and hiding. She held my arm in one hand and whipped me with a wolf bone spur in the other, and kept muttering, "Let you not study well, let you steal money, see if you remember......"

The old man of the small shop passing by couldn't stand it, "Why did you beat the child like this, what kind of mistake did you make here?" ”

"Who taught my kids to steal money from home to buy snacks to eat, huh? That's not how you make money. When you live to such an age, you have taught your children badly to do such things......"

"Don't talk nonsense, I didn't ask the child to steal money......" The old man argued with her, and walked away with his clothes quickly.

As soon as the summer vacation is over, my family will entrust me to my grandmother's house, because the family has a lot of fields and has no time to take care of me. Drop me off at my grandmother's house, and before leaving, my mother will leave some money for my grandmother to buy snacks for me.

I couldn't resist my partner's words, "Let's go, go to the shop", so I ran to ask my grandmother.

"Mother, give me five cents"

"You've long since used up the money your mother left behind......"

"It's impossible, my mother left a lot of money, why did she use it up so quickly? You must have hidden it and refused to give it to me......"

Unable to stand my sprinkling and rolling, my grandmother finally gave me the money she had picked up the rags herself......

Grandma would do needlework on windy afternoons, chopping wood from the mountains into small pieces when the sun was not so shining, and stacking it under the eaves for daily use. One evening, Grandma was chopping firewood there. I ran over curiously to see that the firewood was cut into small pieces, and it was fun, so I said I was going to cut it. Of course, she wouldn't let me cut it, for fear that I would get hurt. As for me, if you don't give me a play, I'll grab it. She was afraid that the firewood knife would hurt me in the process of snatching, so she cut me. As a result, after a few cuts, I chopped off my finger, bleeding and wailing over there......

It turned out to be good, except that half of the nail of the middle finger was cut off and some blood was shed. At first, I just used the skin of the matchbox to stick on it, but when my uncle saw it, he took me to the village clinic to be given medicine and gauze. I also scolded my grandmother for this, saying that my grandmother didn't take care of me well......

Before my nails grew well, I was called by Xiaofu to play at home. The guy was a chubby boy who had two strings of snot hanging under his nose all day, and when he was about to fall off, he sucked it back through his nose, and then after a long time, the snot dried out into a shell......

Our playing house is to "make bowls", that is, take some tiles to make bowls, flowers and plants to cook, learn to pretend to stir-fry vegetables like adults, and then pretend to eat them. On this day, he felt bored, and proposed to make a real fire, and took matches from home. We hid behind the neighbor's pigsty and found a few bricks to erect, which was the stove. Then he picked up some branches and lit a fire. When the fire started, we found that there were no vegetables, so we ran to the vegetable garden to pick them.

When we returned, we were stunned. The pigsty was set on fire, the wooden fence around it was charred, the thatch covered with it was on fire, and the pigs' wails were heard in the pigsty......

Soon the owner found us and the burning pigsty and called several people to fetch water to extinguish the fire. Afterwards, we lost money and became a legendary figure in the village, and everyone who saw it had to make a few jokes.

"Do you still want to eat roast pork today?"

"You're stupid. It was on fire, and he stayed where he was, not knowing how to run, and not knowing how to call anyone, just standing there stupidly. ”

"Making a bowl, it's really a fire, I'm afraid I won't be a chef in the future......"