Return To 1998

Another morning, Tongdao Xu woke up at dawn, looked at the sky outside the window, and he began to get up. When he got up, he felt a little tired. His current 17-year-old body is still a little immature. The last two days of work, plus staying up late, made me feel tired.

He frowned, but quickly let out a sullen breath, getting himself dressed and putting on shoes.

He believed that it would not be long before his body could adapt to such a life.

Youth...is capital!

The daily labor will only make his body become stronger quickly.

Xu Tonglin must be tired too. The movement of Xu Tongdao getting up today did not wake him up. After Xu Tongdao got up, when he went out with his toothbrush and towel, Xu Tonglin still slept soundly on the bed.

Outside, the morning air is fresh.

Tongdao Xu, who had just come out of the room, smelled the fresh air outside, and his brain, which was still a bit drowsy, quickly became sober.

The yard was still very quiet, except for the kitchen door of the landlord's house. The landlord, Mr. Li, was boiling water with a coal stove. When Xu Tongdao came out, Mr. Li smiled and greeted warmly: Yo, Xiao Xu is up? Do you want to boil water? I just burned two bottles, you can use one bottle!

Xu Tongdao smiled back, Okay! I'll take it after I wash my face! Thank you!

Hey, I agreed to give you a bottle of boiled water every day when I rented a house! What are you thankful for? I should, I should! By the way, are you used to living here these days?

Well, get used to it! It's good!

...

While washing his face under the faucet, Tongdao Xu was so stinged that he took in a breath of cold air again, which came from the pulp of his right index finger.

Enduring the pain, wringing out the towel to wipe his face, Tongdao Xu frowned and checked the pulp of his right index finger again.

He was stinged a bit last night, but it was already late at night, and the moon was not very bright, so he couldn't see the bamboo thorn that pierced into his finger.

However, now that the sky is bright, and his eyes are good, he looked closely and saw a bamboo thorn thinner than a hair embedded in the flesh of his fingers.

But it was just such a thin bamboo thorn, although it was very thin and short, if he accidentally touched it, it would cause him to gasp in pain.

He twisted it with the index finger and thumb of his left hand, but he couldn't grasp the tail of the bamboo thorn at all. He tried to pull it out with his fingers, but it seemed hopeless.

With a slight wry smile, Tongdao Xu turned his face and asked Uncle Li, Grandpa Li, do you have any needles for sewing clothes at home? Can you lend me a hand?

He estimated that Uncle Li's house should have needles and threads.

Because Uncle Li's wife is still there, according to Xu Tongdao's experience, old ladies in their entire lives generally have the habit of sewing and mending by themselves, and generally have needles and threads at home.

Uncle Li was surprised, Needles for sewing clothes? Yes! Yes! Are your clothes torn? If you take off your clothes, I will let my wife mend them for you!

Uncle Li is very enthusiastic.

Tongdao Xu smiled wryly and stretched out his right hand to show him, No! Grandpa Li, I poked a bamboo thorn in my hand, so I want to borrow a needle to see if I can pick out the thorn.

Yo? A thorn in your hand? That's not easy to pick! You wait! I'll get you a needle now! Alas! Why are you so careless child! Really...

Uncle Li babbled, took a staggering pace, and went home to get the needle.

Tongdao Xu smiled and waited there. It was the first time he was renting a house in the county, and he was in a good mood to meet such a warm landlord as Uncle Li.

The old man was not looking for things fast, Tongdao Xu waited for a while at the door of the kitchen before seeing Uncle Li and his wife coming out of the house.

Tongdao Xu could hear Uncle Li chattering with the old lady from a distance: When you help Xiao Xu pick a thorn, remember to be gentle! Don't pick on Xiao Xu...

The old lady's answer was much simpler.

It's just that his tone was a little impatient, I know it! Do I need you to remind me? You talk too much!

Seeing the old lady also come to help, Xu Tongdao was a little surprised and moved, and hurriedly stepped forward to greet them.

Where is it? Xiaoxu! Tell grandma, where is the thorn in your hand? Grandma will help you pick it out. You are young, and your experience in picking thorns is definitely not as rich as grandma's. Let grandma help you!

The old lady's attitude towards Xu Tongdao was much better than her attitude towards her wife.

A kind voice, a kind face.

This makes Xu Tongdao, who has never enjoyed grandma's favor since childhood, warm in his heart.

Ah, good! It's here! Thank you grandma!

Tongdao Xu kept his voice soft and did not reject the old lady's kindness. He stretched out his right hand in front of her and pointed to the place where the bamboo thorns were.

pity……

The old lady may have really rich experience in picking thorns in the past, but she seemed to have forgotten that her eyes were already dim. She frowned, grabbed Xu Tongdao's right hand, and looked over and over again, her eyes were already squinted into two slits. Still can't see where the thorns are...

This, this... I, I didn't see the thorn... Xiao Xu, are you sure you really got a thorn in your hand? Ah?

The old lady frowned and looked very distressed.

Xu Tongdao laughed dumbly, but he was still moved in his heart.

Grandma! If you can't see it, give me the needle! I'll try it myself!

Okay, okay! Oh, old man! The eyes are useless...

The old lady sighed, and handed the sewing needle in her hand to Xu Tongdao, which had a black thread threaded through it.

Thank you grandma!

Xu Tongdao took over the needle and thread, recalling how his mother helped him pick the thorns in his hands when he was a child, and awkwardly began to pick thorns for himself.

Really clumsy! Mainly because it was his right hand that the bamboo thorns stabbed, so he could only use his left hand to sew the needles.

But he's not left-handed, he holds a needle with his left hand... How could he be so flexible?

No, he narrowed his eyes, carefully used the needle tip on the pulp of his right index finger, scraped and poked for a while, he poked a small hole in the pulp of the finger, and a little blood overflowed, then The bamboo thorn was still firmly embedded in his flesh.

There is a sense of irony when the mountain flowers are in full bloom, laughing in the bushes.

Uncle Li and the old lady watched anxiously on the side, and kept teaching him how to pick thorns.

Suddenly, the old lady shouted in surprise: Huh? Chunlan, you're out? Great! Great! Come here, come here! Come and help Xiao Xu pick the thorn on his hand! Hehe, this child has good eyes. , you can definitely see where the thorns are...

Chunlan?

Tongdao Xu subconsciously looked at the room where the twin sisters lived, and sure enough, he saw Wei Chunlan, the fair-skinned, long-haired, shawl-faced girl he had seen the night before.

Sister of twins?

She is still so shy, and when Xu Tongdao looked at her, her face turned red again, but she still squeezed a smile and responded crisply, Oh, good! What kind of thorn? I might not be able to pick it out. of……

In response, Wei Chunlan has already walked over here quickly, her originally fair face has become particularly attractive because of the blush...