Salad Days - Chapter 1

It is not too early for Jiang Shen to go to school. At the age of 7, he is still helping the farm work at home. Their family is in a town under the county, and each of them has contracted farmland and fishing grounds. Many children like him did not go to the city to study at the age of eight or nine. Wild dogs, even preschools in town can’t control them.

The Jiang family is also different from other villagers. It actively responded to the national call. At that time, it only gave birth to a son of Jiang Shen-the key is actually that the family is poor, and they can’t afford to bear more children.

Mother Tan Lingling used her brain to send Jiang Shen to study in the city after the New Year. His father Jiang Luoshan was not active.

“It’s time to cut the wheat after September.” Jiang Luoshan carried the water basin to the bed to wash Tan Lingling’s feet. “Shen Zi can help.”

Tan Lingling was not very happy: “It would be nice if he didn’t make trouble, the dog wouldn’t be as happy as him all day long.”

Jiang Luoshan: “Don’t you have to go to the city to deliver food every week? He was very useful at that time.”

Tan Lingling didn’t speak. She pulled out her red feet from the basin, wiped it clean and climbed onto the bed. Jiang Luoshan made up with *shielded keywords* The rest of the footwash was also soaked for a while, and only took out after it was completely cold Go to the yard and dump it.

When I came back, I passed Jiang Shen’s room and glanced in, and found that the child was still reading the villain’s book.

Of course, Jiang Shen also found his dad, and it was not that the comics were hidden in his hands, nor was it not.

Jiang Luoshan sneered: “Do you still want to sleep.”

Jiang Shen nodded, and carefully placed the “Doraemon” which he rented for a week for pocket money, cleverly said: “Sleep immediately.”

Jiang Luoshan hummed, “If your mother sees it, she will tear you the book.”

Jiang Shen didn’t dare to refute. He covered his quilt and closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. After he hadn’t moved, he dared to drill his head out. After thinking about it, he put the comic book under the pillow.

Tan Lingling got up early the next day, and she wouldn’t be idle during the weekends. She had to pick fresh vegetables and send them to the city. Jiang Shen also knew that, so when she heard the movement outside, she crawled into sleepy sleepy. stand up.

When Tan Lingling entered his room, she saw her son’s sweater with half-closed eyes and a languid expression.

“Don’t wear this one.” Tan Lingling rolled over thickly. “It’s cold in spring, and it’s freezing outside.”

Jiang Shen’s obedient “Oh,” he changed the sweater and went out to brush his teeth and wash his face.

Hot water Tan Lingling is still burning, Jiang Shen can’t wait, direct cold water will be just fine, brushing your teeth is OK, when you wash your face, it is cold and straight, and rushing into the house and waiting for breakfast.

Tan Lingling said helplessly: “What are you in a hurry? Don’t be spring soon, your face still has frostbite.”

Jiang Shen drank porridge and said vaguely, “No,” Tan Lingling turned to take the Baique that he usually wiped, and spread it on his son’s face.

The two packed up and prepared to go out. Tan Lingling took more of the food, half of which was carried by Jiang Shen. There was a bus from town to the city. The 3 yuan per person was included in the cost. Tan Lingling told her son not to doze off in the car and crushed the bamboo shoots, got out of the car and bought a bag of big white rabbit toffee stuffed into Jiang Shen’s cotton-padded jacket pocket.

“It’s a bit boring for a while.” Tan Lingling walked across the street, and to the north was the largest cultural palace in the city. “Don’t run around when you get in, do you understand?”

Jiang Shen held the sugar on his tongue and smiled: “Understood.”

The double-holiday of the Cultural Palace in the city is really lively. People like Jiang Shen who run from small to big mud can see it once and feel new. Tan Lingling does not know what it is, and can give dishes to several fixed teachers inside. Running up and down a circle, Jiang Shen’s eyes were dizzy.

In the middle building is a classroom for dancing. When Tan Lingling went in to deliver the dishes, Jiang Shen was waiting outside.

He was tall enough to see the scenery in the dance room from the big window without stepping on his feet.

The first-class water children are all girls who are younger than him. During the dance of “Sisters of the Grassland Heroes”, the two girls who lead the dance have horns and braids. The upper body is a tight red and green hexagram, wearing a Mongolian hat, and the skirt is turned. Just like the flower, the dance teacher clapped her hands and shouted the rhythm loudly: “123! Wrong turn! Point your waist!”

After turning the green skirt to the red skirt, the teacher was still not very satisfied: “The arms are open! The legs are hard! What are you turning!”

When Jiang Shen looked fascinated, Tan Lingling didn’t find out when he came out. He had sugar in his mouth and made a “hiss” sound on his teeth.

Tan Lingling photographed his head: “What do you see?”

Jiang Shen returned to his mind and was a little embarrassed.

Tan Lingling glanced at the dance room: “You see how hard people are, so come to learn dancing at such a young age.”

Jiang Shen was a little ignorant: “Am I working hard or are they working hard?”

Tan Lingling froze for a while, not particularly smiling at her son: “You try to press a leg? See who worked hard.”

Jiang Shen didn’t know, so he really passed the door and tried his head inwards. The teacher who taught dancing knew Tan Lingling and said hello: “Sister Ling.”

Tan Lingling pushed Jiang Shen back from the back: “Mr. Lin, this is my son, almost 8 years old.”

Teacher Lin smiled: “Looks pretty tall.”

Jiang Shen has never seen such a beautiful person since childhood. His skin is white and his body is good. He looks like a fairy daughter in a dance suit. He blushed and wanted to hide behind his mother. He was dragged out by Tan Lingling. : “Aren’t you going to press your legs?”

Jiang Shen stammered: “No, no more.”

Teacher Lin doesn’t mind: “Want to learn to dance? Try it out.”

Jiang Shen didn’t understand what it means to be lacing. Teacher Lin took the chair to sit down and waved at him: “Come here.”

Jiang Shenmeng seemed to pass by. Teacher Lin asked him to stand with his back to his back, embracing the boy from the back and holding his calf in one hand: “The other one stood upright.”

Jiang Shen nodded, and Teacher Lin started lifting his calf. Jiang Shen was honest. Teacher Lin said that the other leg stood upright, and he was really straight. He only felt when the raised leg was pressed against his shoulder. It hurts, but the boy, who had been educated since childhood, couldn’t shed tears. He bit his teeth and held his breath, his toes were all over the head and there was no sound.

Teacher Lin was a little surprised. She asked Jiang Shen to change her leg again and came back in the same posture.

“Does it hurt?” Teacher Lin finished pulling on both sides and couldn’t help but ask him.

Jiang Shen thought about it, or honestly said “pain.”

Teacher Lin chuckled: “Why don’t you say it hurts?”

Jiang Shen scratched his head: “It doesn’t hurt so much… can bear it.”

Teacher Lin looked at him again and took Jiang Shen’s hand to find Tan Lingling. The mother stood in front of the dance room and watched the whole journey. It was rare that she didn’t laugh at her son.

Jiang Shen didn’t know what the teacher said to his mother. He was still fascinated and watched the little girls in the dance room supervise each other to practice the circle. One of them found that he was not very happy to watch it, and hid with his mouth. Inside.

Jiang Shen watched them keep jumping until Tan Lingling came to call him back.

On the way, his mother bought him another piece of sugar. He didn’t speak when he got on the car. He seemed to have something to worry about. As soon as the car drove, Tan Lingling took out the book of accounting and opened her eyebrows.

Jiang Shen didn’t dare to disturb her, and his legs followed the bus back and forth.

Tan Lingling looked up at him and suddenly said, “Do you want to learn to dance?”

Jiang Shen was eating “Ah” that didn’t respond to the sugar.

Tan Lingling clicked on the book with her pen: “You go to the dance room every week, don’t you see it today?”

Jiang Shen asked cautiously: “Do you have to stretch every week?”

Tan Lingling whispered coolly: “It is everyday to learn dance.”

Jiang Shen’s teeth were bitten by sugar, and he couldn’t help but hissing again.

He didn’t tell Tan Lingling whether to go or not. When he returned, he ran back to return the borrowed “Doraemon”, and carefully counted it when the deposit was returned.

The owner of the rented bookstore is a little old man, smoking outdated cigarette rods in his mouth, and the reading glasses are also very old, which can’t be dropped on the bridge of the nose.

“Would you like to borrow it?” There is only a small bookstore in town like him, and there are not many unfamiliar children here.

Jiang Shen carefully put away the money: “I will never borrow it again.”

The old man raised his eyebrows: “What’s wrong? Was she beaten by the mother?”

Jiang Shen shook his head: “No, I have to learn to dance.”

The old man choked on his cigarette, exposing yellow teeth and laughing: “What do boys learn to dance.”

Jiang Shen: “Why not?”

Little old man: “The little girl’s stuff.”

Jiang Shen was not too happy. The old man looked at him again and suddenly said, “You wait.”

Jiang Shen saw that he fold in to look for something, and the sound of turning over the box and the cabinet sounded, and then slowly moved out with his back on his back: “Here.” He stuffed the book into Jiang Shen’s hand, “Send you.”

That’s really an old book that doesn’t work. The title page is gone. There are not many words in it. It’s a stick figure of some young people’s dance forms.

“You don’t want to learn.” The old man tapped the cigarette rod on the table. “Take a look.”

Carrying sugar and money in his pocket, Jiang Shen found that the courtyard door was open when he returned home. Tan Lingling was talking to Jiang Luoshan, and his father was smoking in disapproval.

Jiang Shen looked around in the neck, dared not go in, and ran back into the field with a slip of smoke.

In the countryside in March and April, there are many people busy. The dog next door has a **** in its waist and digs mud with a shovel to sow seeds. It is no longer like this before. .

“Dog hair!” Jiang Shen called to him, “What about Qinglinzi?”

The dog hair straightened up, because of the cold weather, he wore like a ball and struggled to bend over: “What do you eat in your mouth?!”

Jiang Shen ran over: “Sugar, do you want it?”

Gou Mao opened his mouth: “Peel me.”

Jiang Shen stripped him, and the dog hair was very happy: “Have you gone to town?”

Only Jiangshen in the city will come back with sugar.

Jiang Shen nodded: “How about your sister?”

Gou Mao: “I have also gone to the city. I don’t understand her. I don’t understand her. Isn’t it easy to follow us like this? I want to find guilt.”

Jiang Shen was also embarrassed to say that he wanted to learn to dance, but he didn’t want to be blamed by dog ​​hair.

“Wait for the eggs?” In addition to the busy farming, the eggs of the pheasant and duck also came down at this time, and a group of wild dogs loved to take advantage of this time. “I also asked Shubao to take them. Going back to school in the city, I can’t get away for a few days.”

Jiang Shen: “They are too old to bully me.”

Gou Mao put his arms around his shoulders: “What about me this time, what are you afraid of? If we compete with them, if we win, Shubao’s new mobile phone will belong to me this semester.”