90s little naughty master

At 07:30 in the evening, the People's Square in Lianhua District was already overcrowded.

Crowds of people walked shoulder to shoulder, and neighbors in the neighborhood could be heard greeting each other with loud voices.The simple people who like to be lively dragged their families and moved small benches to occupy places in the square.There is a circle of snack stalls parked outside the square, some selling melon seeds and peanut iced soda, and some selling old-fashioned ice cream and ice cream.The volunteer aunts of the orphanage also set up a tricycle with a can of gas pulled on it, and an iron pan was placed on the simple gas stove, and half a pot of oil was poured into it. The hot oil sizzled, and the potatoes were fried until golden on all sides. The strips are tumbling freely in the hot oil.

"...You guys don't know, those two new kids from our orphanage. I don't know what kind of family they are. They are rich young masters. They speak and do things with a style." Aunt Zhao, a volunteer, did not forget to follow her while frying potatoes. Neighbors complained: "We have to change the oil for frying potatoes every day. He even threatened us that if we don't change the oil, people will get cancer if they eat it. Do you hear this truth?"

The neighbors gathered in front of the booth gasped, and the grandpas and aunts who were used to saving immediately said, "That can't be changed easily. How many gas tickets are there in this month!"

"Our family is still an eighth-level worker in a machinery factory, and he only needs 33 catties of food stamps and half a catty of fuel stamps a month."

"The seven members of our family add up to less than four catties of oil a month!"

"That's why I said that the two of them are not in charge of the family and don't know how expensive Chai Mi is." Aunt Zhao snorted: "This barrel of oil is the two-month share of more than [-] people in our orphanage. This still adds six of them. After the first child. Before the two of them made fried elbows and fried potatoes, it was already half a bucket. I didn’t even want to throw it away.”

"Everyone lives in the neighborhood. It's been so many years. Do you think I'm that kind of wicked person?" Aunt Zhao scooped up the fried potatoes and weighed them twice with a strainer to control the excess oil. .Then he poured the potatoes onto a large iron plate next to him, and skillfully picked up the chili powder and cumin powder and poured them a few times.Then I put it in a paper bag and handed it to the neighbors across the street: "It's a hot day for me. I light the fire and heat the oil. It's labor-intensive and wasteful. A piece of fried potatoes sells for fifty cents. That's also for the children in the orphanage." Let the children fill up with more food. We have no bad intentions! If you don't worry, I will continue to do this business. If you think eating our fried potatoes will give you cancer, then forget it. We don't do it either It's a business with no conscience. We would rather not make this money than let the big guys point at our spine and scold us."

"What is Mrs. Zhao talking about! Our neighbors are in the neighborhood, how can the big guys not know who you are?" The neighbors listened and quickly persuaded: "Don't worry too much. This business should Do whatever you want. No one dares to say that you are making black-hearted money."

"The two children are also kind-hearted. I don't know where I heard that they are very particular. I am afraid that if they are fried too many times, they will be bad for their health." Although the neighbors in the neighborhood have never heard of this statement, it does not prevent them from feeling sorry for the two children. Kind-hearted, not the kind who are blind to money: "They don't know how expensive these food and oil stamps are, and they think they can just go to the market to buy them!"

"How can you not know this kind of common sense?" Someone in the crowd suddenly wondered: "No matter how good the family conditions are, the supply of grain and oil for each household is limited. Everyone supplies by ticket..."

The old neighbor said this, but didn't go any further.The rest looked at each other.Volunteer Aunt Zhao frowned, and tapped the edge of the big iron pot with a fence: "What are you all thinking? Xiao Tao and Xiao Huo are two kids who have just entered high school. What do they know? Maybe their home is an oil factory Yes! Those of us who work in the grain depot meat factory in Lianhua Hutong haven’t seen a lack of food or meat in all these years!”

It was the most difficult years, when everyone tightened their belts, and people could still stew bones and make soup at home.This is to rely on mountains to eat mountains and water to drink water, and to enjoy the benefits in whichever factory you work in.

"...The guy in your family works in a cotton mill, and your family hasn't been short of needles, thread, or rags all these years, isn't it?"

The old man blushed and said quickly, "What are you talking about! Give me the fried potatoes, the movie is about to start!"

"No hurry." Aunt Zhao said, pointing to the jelly stand that had just been set up beside her: "This is also the idea given by those two little devils. This thing is called jelly, it is mixed with honey and diced fruit, take it out I spent the whole afternoon in the water tank before. If you are thirsty and hot, you can buy a bowl and try something new. It is also fifty cents a bowl."

"These are all genuine honey fruits." Aunt Tao, a volunteer, heard the words and immediately opened the lid to sell them: "The watermelon, cantaloupe and strawberries I bought this morning, and the ingredients are peanuts, walnuts, and raisins. They are fragrant, sweet and refreshing. . Very delicious."

"Let me tell you, the cost of this bowl of jelly is no less than that of fried potatoes! Come and try it."

The weather is so hot, everyone feels thirsty after eating too many melon seeds.Hearing Aunt Tao selling jelly, a circle of people came over immediately.Especially those who bring children out to watch movies, the children are about to start a fuss.

"Mom, I want to eat this! I want to eat it!"

It's rare to have such lively and fresh food, and the adults don't feel sorry for the fifty cents, even if they just want to taste something new, they all buy a bowl.

"Give me a bowl, serve more!"

"Give me a bowl too!"

Ten children from the orphanage also gathered around the stall to help.The other four children with limited mobility were brought to the square by the old director. The staff of the projection team were busy setting up the screen, so the old director handed over the four children to the neighbor Grandma Sun who was sitting in front and chatting.

Grandma Sun was wearing an apron, with the soles of her shoes on her knees, she smiled and said kindly, "Don't worry, leave these four children to me, and you can do your work. I'll take care of them."

The four children, who couldn't see, couldn't speak, and couldn't move, snuggled together tremblingly, describing the excitement around them by hearing.

Since being abducted by human traffickers, they have been in fear of being beaten and starved every day.I have long forgotten how normal children should live and play.Even though at the beginning I still had the extravagant hope of being found by my parents and rescued by kind people, this unrealistic extravagant hope gradually faded away in the long and cruel reality.

Until that day, they were taken out to beg on the street by human traffickers as usual, when suddenly a group of policemen came around and arrested the human traffickers.They are saved.

Police took the four of them to a guest house along with two other victims.There, they took a bath with hot water for the first time, changed into clean clothes, and ate enough to eat. They were not beaten, kicked, and scolded by traffickers because they were begging for less money, and no one despised them for being dirty and smelly. .

The police uncles and police sisters at the police station asked them questions patiently, although they couldn't say anything except nodding and shaking their heads.The aunt in the guest house is very gentle, brushing their teeth and wiping their faces every morning.

Although the two little brothers who were rescued with them often said some words they could not understand, they never laughed at them and bought them tape recorders and toys.

The dean's aunt sent them to a school for the disabled to let them know that even if they can't see their eyes and their mouth can't speak, they can still learn to read.

Four children went missing at a very young age.In their memory, they didn't go to school for a few days, and they didn't remember what it was like to be held in the arms of their parents.But they especially cherish the present life.

It turns out that people's physical contact brings more than pain, and it turns out that the noise of the crowd can fill people's hearts.They are no longer the background of being ignored and passing by when the crowd comes and goes, they can also participate in it.Really feel the excitement.

The four children were close together, straining their ears to listen to the sounds around them.At some point, the hand suddenly sank, and someone stuffed it with a round object.

"Let's eat! When my relatives came to visit me from the countryside, they specially brought me plums. It's so sweet." An enthusiastic voice said with full of kindness and smile: "You can eat at ease. I will help you keep an eye on the plums. Come on, if there are bugs, I'll tell you."

The four children were stunned for a moment.

The author has something to say:

Discussed with the editor, this article will enter V on this Sunday, the day after tomorrow, and there will be a fat stamp on the day of entering V, I hope everyone will support it (づ￣3￣)づ╭～