God of danger

After turning into late November, the weather is getting colder.

Although Guan Jie is short, he was obviously shorter last year. The old winter clothes either had short sleeves or dangling feet. Therefore, Li Aili and other mothers began to look through the closet mode twice a year, tidying up old clothes and stacking them in baskets They are used to cut cloth strips to tie mops, and those that are brand new are given to children of the same sex in other families.

Most of Guan Jie's old clothes can't be sold, they were not of good quality when they were bought, and after being tormented by his exercise, they are basically baggy.

Lu Rongxing's coats and padded clothes are very popular, because they are all branded goods brought back from the city by Lu Jianxin. He has a lot of clothes and is not easy to move. After washing and ironing, they can be [-] to [-]% new.

Every year, several sisters would tell Wang Yang in advance that if there are any old clothes that are no longer needed, remember not to throw them away and give them to their children.

Living next door, Wang Yang is relatively closer to Li Aili, but she knows how to be a human being, and never gives all the clothes to the latter. One is to balance the relationship between the sisters, and the other is to fear that Li Aili will be unhappy, because she is such a strong person. She likes to earn everything by herself. She is actually kind, but she is also afraid that the other party will think too much.

But when the quality is really good, Wang Yang will still stay and secretly let Guan Jie have a try first.

This year Lu Rongxing changed into a woolen coat, with double rows of horn buttons on the dark blue surface, cut so well that a hunchback could wear it, and it would look straight.

The clothes were a bit too big for Guan Jie, but he didn't see so much sun after winter, so he went back a bit for nothing, and the color was especially contrasting, and he looked very well-behaved, and winter clothes were already bloated. An extra sweater was stuffed inside, which was more appropriate than his fluffy cotton clothes anyway.

Wang Yang asked him to take it off, turned around and told Li Aili politely that the clothes were warm, and asked her if she was interested.

Soon this coat became Guan Jie's possession. He couldn't think too much about it, and he would wonder why he wore Lu Rongxing's remaining clothes. It is warmer than a cotton coat, so I love wearing it.

But coincidentally, when Lu Jian came back before the New Year, he actually bought an identical coat for Lu Rongxing. Since there were no new styles in the city, he thought it would be better to wear a familiar one, so he simply took a size up.

When the two of them collided for the first time, everyone in the courtyard was laughing at Guan Jie and asked him, "Are you Minmin's younger brother or Xiaolu's younger brother?"

Guan Jie stared at Lu Rongxing, posed in exactly the same stance as him, put his hands on his pockets, and said expressionlessly, "Neither of them, I am Lu Rongxing."

Others will then ask: "Then you are him, which one is he?"

Guan Jie laughed loudly, looking at the one whose life was taken by him, he was overjoyed: "He, he is Anonymous."

Wang Yang felt that the picture was quite similar to the two brothers, so he took a photo of the two of them with the idiot camera. The picture was a captured moment.

At that time, Guan Jie compared scissorhands and asked Lu Rongxing to shout "Eggplant" with him. Lu Rongxing felt that he was too stupid to refuse, so he poked the corner of the opponent's mouth with his hand, preparing to lift it up forcibly.While raising his head to avoid, Lu Rongxing pressed his hands on the top of his head and pushed him away. The two were about to fight, and they smiled naturally without being wary of the camera.

Wang Yang deserves to have the hands of two artists, and he has left this moment forever. He turned around and washed two of them, and stuffed each into his own photo album.

Going to school in winter is a very painful thing. Guan Jie has to wait until the last moment to get up every day, but Lu Rongxing gets up early and returns late, and has to go back and forth twice during the day. He is also sleepy in winter, so he rides a bicycle.

It's just that when it wasn't so cold earlier, Lu Rongxing didn't pay attention when he was riding a bicycle, and he didn't prepare gloves. One night, the temperature suddenly dropped, and he rode back against the night wind. These are sores of hard red plaques.

During the period, he did not stop practicing the pipa, but unfortunately the swollen joints greatly affected his flexibility. Lu Rongxing couldn't change the strings, and the music was hard to hear, which affected Guan Jie's eating.

He kept running to the side with the vegetable bowl at every turn, to inspect Lu Rongxing's hands that were swollen like carrots.

Because Lu Rongxing's hands were itchy, he was always soaking them in boiling water. Every time he took them out of the water, his hands would turn red from the heat. It was not much better than those peeled red beef legs in the depths of the vegetable market.

Guan Jie felt that he was too miserable, and he always wanted to make some contributions to him while sympathizing with him.

Whenever he saw Lu Rongxing rubbing his hands, he would scratch his itch, scratching Lu Rongxing's wound with the tip of his bald index finger, and was afraid of hurting him, so the strength was so light that it could be said It's just rubbing in the name of scratching.

While picking gently, the tone of his mouth would be unconsciously proportional to the force, his eyelids would keep lifting and lowering, and he said with special care: "Does it hurt? Is it comfortable?"

To be honest, Lu Rongxing's itching was getting worse, but he couldn't refuse Guan Jie's kindness, so he could only hold back a smile and say, "It's comfortable and comfortable."

Just picking and picking couldn't even cure the symptoms. As time went by, Wang Yang also bought several kinds of chilblain ointment, but Lu Rongxing's hands were still swollen.

And the adults all agree that chilblain will appear every year as long as it grows, and it is difficult to get rid of it.

Wang Yang thought this was not possible, so he asked around for homemade prescriptions, put on cold plasters and applied hot vinegar, but they didn't see any effect.Guan Jie casually joined in the fun by the side of the road, but came across an unpopular recipe without any effort.

Although it gets dark early after winter, Guan Jie still has a lot of playing time.

Now that he wears thick clothes, he can't run, and he catches a cold easily after sweating. Li Aili has no money to serve him, and he is strictly prohibited from running wildly.Guan Jie couldn't vent his exuberant energy, so he had to buy a spinning top, and every day he played with Wu Yimin and the kids on the street on the basketball court in the courtyard.

When it was hot, he stopped and booed next to him, and continued to fight when it was completely cool.

This draw lasted for half a month, and the winter vacation was approaching with only a handful of days. On the Friday with one week left before the vacation, Guan Jie was on his way from school when he saw the owner of the motorcycle repairing something on the stove at the door. Fragrant him directly.

He looked over the stove and found that the boss's iron spoon was filled with a handful of black charcoal, and immediately bent over to hear it in a daze, squatting beside him and poking his head: "Uncle, what is this? Why is it so fragrant? "

The owner of the repair shop held a spoon in one hand and was turning over the charcoal with a chopstick. Hearing this, he said with a smile, "This is egg yolk, and the fragrance is the oil from it."

Guan Jie ate two eggs a day. He had never smelled this kind of smell, nor had he seen charcoal-like egg yolks. He sniffed and said, "Why boil the oil? Where is the oil?"

The boss kept turning over the carbonized egg yolk, and was very patient with him: "Boiling oil to cure burns, especially for burns from motorcycle chimneys, the effect is very good, don't you know?"

Guan Jiechang shook his head knowledgeably. He was lucky. Although his hair was frizzy, he had never seen Jing Wanhong scald ointment so far.

The boss continued: "The oil is still early, and I don't know if this pot is available. The oil from egg yolks is not so easy to boil."

When Guan Jie heard that it seemed that it would take a long time, he put his hands on his knees and planned to go home to play the top.

Who knows that this boss is a chatterbox, he can start a chatterbox if he catches someone, and he blows up again: "But the old saying is good, what is rare is the most expensive thing, and the wounds painted with this oil don't even have scars." will stay."

Guan Jie paused when he got up, bent over and thought: "Is this good? Can the frostbite scar be wiped away?"

The boss replied confidently: "As long as the skin is not broken, it should be gone, and this oil can cure chilblain, and the effect is very good."

Guan Jie's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he squatted back immediately, begging the boss to pour some oil out of the boil, just a little bit.

After all, the boss is a man in business, so he wouldn't be reluctant to part with the egg yolk, so he quickly agreed, but the condition is that he has to help turn over the charcoal here.

Guan Jie took the iron spoon and chopsticks. At first, he was full of anticipation, waiting for the oil to come out of the black charcoal. Who knew that after turning over for more than 20 minutes, there was still nothing. The power was not enough, and the movements became mechanical and unfocused. , It took another half an hour to dry up like this, and the pile of black egg yolk residue finally oozes out a pool of water-colored clear oil.

The boss used a strainer to filter it several times, and then poured some for him with half an eggshell. Guan Jie carefully carried it on the road, lest it would be spilled.

It's just that before walking home, this small pool of oil was cooled and solidified in the low temperature, turning into a solid like lard paste.

When Guan Jie came home, Lu Rongxing had just finished playing and was soaking his hands for dinner, when Guan Jie rushed over to offer treasures.

Lu Rongxing had given up on folk remedies, thanked him without hope, and insisted on wiping his hands every day after washing his hands, but the chilblains did not miraculously get better because of this, but they never broke, and the lumps disappeared on their own when they recovered up.

However, from the second year until he graduated from university, he never had frostbite again. No one knows whether Guan Jie is responsible for this.

When the eggshells were dug to the bottom, elementary and middle schools had winter vacations one after another. As soon as Lu Rongxing entered the winter, he suffered from bronchitis, coughing, stuffy nose and sore throat, so he sat on the bed all day watching TV and reading. Run around.

Every winter on the street, there is a brazier, which puts a large tree stump in a broken iron basin. After burning, the open flame is extinguished, and it burns slowly like charcoal, using the radiated temperature to keep warm.

The adults gathered around the brazier, toasting their hands and shoes and looking forward to the next year's harvest. Guan Jie sat on a small bench between the cracks and roasted peanuts, eating them while roasting. If he remembered, he could save some for Lu Rongxing.

Li Aili and Wang Yang were not afraid of the severe cold, and they were playing mahjong in the cold weather. Men like Guan Kuan and Lu Jianxin just smoked Doudizhu and got together to chat about news broadcasts.

Guan Min still stayed at school to make up lessons because he still had half a year to take the college entrance examination.

The heavy pressure to enter a higher school has caused many students in the ordinary class to start working hard, writing formulas and endorsements day and night. As for the last students who have already decided that "study is useless", they continue to wander around the campus for ten years.

The murder of a student killing a teacher did not change the habit of the teachers in No. [-] Middle School. Some teachers did restrain themselves a little at first, but now they have already reverted to their old ways, because it is basically impossible for one person or one incident to shake a certain trend.

Li Yun, Wang Congcong, Cao Bing, and even Teacher Wu have all become dusty words, and even Guan Min hardly thinks of them anymore. She has a new head teacher, and her mind is filled with countdown numbers for the senior high school entrance examination.

The reality proves with silent and iron-blooded facts that to forget a person who was considered important in life at that time, all that is needed are two things, disconnection, and a short busy time.

Outside No. [-] Middle School, the atmosphere of the New Year is filling the streets. Firecracker stalls are set up one after another on the side of the road. There are also some small stalls that are not usually seen at the entrance of the vegetable market. They sell dates, tea, and rice sticks. Adults have to go ten times a day. Street, or busy in the kitchen.

Steamed buns, stewed vegetables, deep-fried mahua, and the smoke from the cooking stove. Guan Jie would be hiccupped every day if he didn't eat dinner. In addition, it was full of big fish and meat. The oil and water were so thick that he couldn't sleep at night and had to look around Work hard, digest those restless energy before going to sleep.

Li Aili made full use of his motivation to run, and made him run around non-stop, asking him to weigh sugar and melon seeds for a while, and for buying soy sauce for a while.

Guan Jie came and went on the road, and occasionally saw a beggar wandering by the rubbish dump on the street, a thought would pop up in his mind, thinking why he was still here at this time this year, obviously when it was cold in previous years, beggars would come out Extinct from the street.

But other people can be wherever they like, and it doesn't matter to him, Guan Jie sneaked into the market, and jingled the coins with his hand in his purse, making him feel that he was rich.