little love

"Song Yi, tomorrow is a holiday, come to my house to play! I have newly bought marbles, and there are two beige ones." There was a trace of expectation in the words, looking at the pair of eyes shining with hope, Song Yi couldn't help but nodded.

Early on Saturday morning, Song Yi was woken up by a loud roar outside the window: "Song Yi, Song Yi, wake up soon, what time is it!" This voice shook the surrounding birds and beasts, and it was extremely lethal. One can imagine.

Helpless, he had no choice but to leave the warm bed, get up slowly to clean his personal hygiene, and then slowly eat the white porridge, boiled eggs and mixed cucumbers that Song's mother left for him.For tender green cucumbers, add some salt, monosodium glutamate, sugar, and some vinegar, and finally sprinkle some coriander and minced garlic.Looking at it, he whetted his appetite. A simple breakfast made Song Yi taste like abalone and sea cucumber, and Zhu Xiaowei's gluttons came out. He almost forgot why he came to Song Yi's house.

Under Zhu Xiaowei's increasingly horrified eyes, he finally sped up the speed, the three of them settled down, and set off to his house. "Really. I agreed to go to your house, and you don't have to go early in the morning!" "It's still early, it's past nine o'clock!" Zhu Xiaowei rolled his eyes. Come and play with me." After finishing speaking, he paused, and hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry, I forgot that you don't remember the past." For Song Yi's amnesia, Zhu Xiaowei felt guilty.

"It's okay, it's not my memory anyway." Song Yi complained.

"What are you muttering about?"

"Oh, I mean you can get acquainted again if you don't remember. Tell me more about the past when you have time."

"Well, leave it to me, who made me your best friend!" Zhu Xiaowei, who was like a fool, decided that Song Yi really couldn't do without him.

Zhu Xiaowei, as his name suggests, looks rather tall. He is only ten years old and already has a height of 1 meters. Compared with Song Yi's 35 meters, it can be said to be quite tall.And at this age, it is the time when people are annoying to dogs.The ability to be mischievous and troublesome every day is self-taught.The original Song Yi and Zhu Xiaowei happened to be in such an age group, and they were combined, and their lethality was superimposed, which was unmatched by anyone.

As a result, people around can often see a fish-farming neighbor coming to the door with two brats, asking for compensation for the fish they roasted and eaten, or another neighbor coming to the door to pull out the cotton seedlings. Money, or, other people's plastic film money, money to repair the fence...  

See, with a child like this, one can imagine the headaches of being a parent.Therefore, it is often seen that the parents of these two families send away the complainant guiltily, and then angrily go back to the house and close the door. After a while, they think of the "popping" sound of "stir-fried shredded pork with bamboo shoots" and the "cracking" sound mixed in between. The sound of children crying and howling, begging for mercy loudly.However, within a few days, this pair of suffering brothers will completely forget the big red mark on their buttocks, and continue to dance around.

After a while, I arrived at Zhu Xiaowei's house, and several nearby players who often play have already started playing.Zhu Xiaowei yelled, "Wait for me, wait for me!" After that, he rushed into the room, needless to say, to get the glass ball.

Song Yi was left alone looking at the bunch of little kids at the door, with his butt pouted, holding a glass ball, squinting his eyes, aiming at the one in front, moving to the left, moving to the right, that posture, that seriousness Vigorous, like an Olympic shooter.After aiming, popping out, hitting the target, I was so elated that I almost looked up to the sky and laughed.Those who missed the hit wiped their noses with their sleeves in dejection, and continued to fight.

Song Yi was speechless for a while, what's so interesting about such a boring thing, winning so many beads can't be eaten as a meal.Immediately, I was relieved again. When I was a child, I often played marbles and forgot to go home. In the end, my parents grabbed my ears and went back!Those marbles that have been saved for many years until I entered junior high school were distributed to the younger children around me because of the heavy schoolwork.

After a while, Zhu Xiaowei rushed out with an enamel jar in his arms, "Song Yi, let's go together. Win all their glass beads. They won 20 of us last time. Today I want revenge!"

"Eh..." Song Yi's head was full of black lines.He doesn't want to be so childish!

"Here, you take these 5 first. There is a beige ball that you like the most. Don't lose it. I only have one beige ball."

Although I really want to experience the feeling of childhood, but looking at the black paws and muddy pants around me, I shook my head decisively.

"I don't remember how to play, don't wait until you lose, play it yourself, I'll just watch!"

"Uh, alright. Then watch carefully, and when you learn it, we will win them together next time!" Zhu Xiaowei was a little disappointed, but then he joined the group of wild children and left Song Yi behind.

Coincidentally, Song Yi also took this opportunity to look around. Zhu Xiaowei's house is a two-story building with a yard, and the outside of the wall is covered with tiles. There is a small room next to it, with a chimney, which is probably a kitchen or something. Yes, the ground in the yard is paved with cement, which is rare in the surrounding houses, at least there is no cement pavement in front of Song Yi's house.

Secretly sighed, "Song Yi, Song Yi, you are so lucky. You met such a wealthy friend who still covers you like this. If you don't live like this again, it's really a waste of God's good intentions."

There is a grape trellis set up in the yard, but it is late autumn now, and I can only enjoy the autumn leaves.There is a small vegetable field in a corner next to it, and there are some small green vegetables, shallots, garlic, etc. in it, which are still growing gratifyingly.There is also a cluster of chrysanthemums planted on the side, yellow and white flowers, which are blooming brightly.

The whole yard is well kept and tidy, and Zhu Xiaowei's mother is probably able to live a good life.There is no one in the family, and they probably all go out to work. If you have time, ask Zhu Xiaowei, a local tycoon, what kind of work does their family do.

However, he never dreamed that his rich friend would make him suffer for so many years in the future!