Salad Days - Chapter 20

In this year, Jiang Shen has never been so busy. He made dried strawberries, received red packets from Dongxi’s house, went to the dog’s house and watched chickens, and set off firecrackers with his friends. Homework, and finally received a call from Bai Jinyi on the night of New Year’s Eve.

“Are you in the United States?” Jiang Shen’s side was full of loud artillery sounds. He covered one ear and almost roared to talk on the phone.

Bai Jinyi: “Why are you so noisy?”

Jiang Shen: “Firecrackers are being fired, and the Chinese New Year is coming.”

Bai Jin asked again and again: “Why don’t you let go.”

Jiang Shen said seriously: “I want to call you.”

Bai Jinyi seemed to smile, and only listened to Jiang Shen again: “Hey, what a long call from the United States, it’s amazing.”

“What’s magical.” Bai Jin snorted. “Not on Earth.”

Jiang Shen: “But we are so far away. I used to look at the Gou Mao family’s globe. Across the sea, we can still talk like this, which is great.”

Bai Jin laughed again and again. He seems to love Jiang Shen a lot of laughs recently, but he still loves to hold back in front of people, but laughs more across the phone.

“Little Swan.” Bai Jin heard the sound of firecrackers on the other side, and suddenly said, “Wish you a happy new year.”

From winter to spring, the Jiang family and the Chen family burned wheat straw to make fertilizer. The flowers in the rural field also opened a new season. The colorful flowers attracted the little girls to go to cauliflower. Qing Lingzi also wanted to be fashionable, dog hair only Can follow, Jiang Shen danced back, he saw dog hair and tree treasure in the flower pile are still working hard.

Qing Lingzi held the flower and waved towards Jiang Shen: “Come back!”

Jiang Shen: “Come back.”

He was stopped by Teacher Lin before get out of class today, saying that he was going to rehearse a musical, a double protagonist, he wanted to dance both male and female steps.

“You are in the fourth grade right now, and the musicals have to be arranged for a long time. There will be a report performance in the Cultural Palace in the second semester of the sixth grade. By then, this work must be handy.” Teacher Lin looked at him and said seriously, “The report performance of the Culture Palace will be Many well-known teachers have come to see that it’s a good thing to pick you up.”

Jiang Shen doesn’t quite understand the meaning of the famous teachers, only know that the musical is very important, he must dance well.

In addition to the musicals, another worry for Jiang Shen is that Bai Jinyi has not been in the boxing gym for a long time.

He took the dried strawberries and went to the next door several times. Only Lai Song came out.

“You give this to him.” Jiang Shen had to give Lai Song dried strawberries for the last time, “If it can be touched.”

Lai Song raised his lunchbox and looked at it: “What?”

Jiang Shen: “Dried strawberries,” he told, “you can’t eat them.”

Lai Song gave a loud cry: “If you don’t eat, don’t eat.”

Jiang Shen was relieved, he smiled, and was still a bit lonely. Lai Song scratched his head and had to say: “I really don’t know when Bai Er’s second generation will come back. I only know that the coach he’s looking for in the United States is very optimistic about him. Maybe even if you come back, you won’t practice here.”

Jiang Shen frowned: “Where would I practice?”

Lai Song thought for a while: “Should be in a big city, Shanghai or something.”

Jiang Shen and Qing Lingzi were sitting together in the sea of ​​flowers, surrounded by lively Scutellaria barbata and Calendula. Qing Lingzi picked up a handful of flowers and planted half-day flowers, and asked him, “Are you looking good?”

Jiang Shen glanced and nodded, “It looks good.”

Qing Lingzi muttered: “What are you thinking?”

Jiang Shen sighed: “Qinglingzi, will you go to a big city to learn painting?”

“Big city?” Qing Lingzi shouted, “Is it still a question whether I can continue to study? The big city is too far away, but I know that I can take an exam like me. After finishing junior high school, I will take the high school exam. Fine arts, I can go to a university specializing in painting and painting.”

Jiang Shen didn’t speak. Ballet also had special exams, but that was amateur. Teacher Lin said that majors don’t need exams, but to go to a good higher dance school, they have to be selected by the school.

Qing Lingzi looked at Jiang Shen and doubted: “Don’t you really want to jump all your life?”

Jiang Shen was silent. After a while, he slowly said: “Are you coming for the performance report of the Palace of Culture?”

“Come on!” Qing Lingzi shook his legs. “But it’s still early. Do you want to perform?”

Jiang Shen nodded: “You can call me dog hair and Shubao.”

He pursed his lips and smiled a little embarrassedly: “I will show you dancing when I get to.”

Children’s time is always naughty, neither enough nor fun.

Gou Mao finally saved enough money and bought Escoda’s paintbrush for her sister; Qing Lingzi completed her painting, titled “My Brother”, and unexpectedly won the gold medal of the National Junior Painting Competition; the painting was also framed by Chen Maoxiu They came together and hung them on the wall of the living room. Everyone went to his house to hear him brag about it.

Shen Shubao was the only high school in the village who was admitted to a key high school. His myopia was a few deeper. He usually put on makeup at school and returned to the country to take off his shoes and bare butt. Chen Maoxiu was in the fish pond.

Jiang Shen finally completed the singing and dancing drama arranged by Teacher Lin in the last half year.

“You dance really well here.” Song Xin and he watched the rehearsal replay in the dance room. “You can look better than me at this action.”

Jiang Shen laughed, he grew taller, his muscles were obvious, and his legs were sitting casually: “I can’t do some of the actions you can do.”

Song Xin stared at him: “You can jump on Green Waist, and skipped last time.”

Jiang Shen laughed and didn’t speak, he and Song Xin watched for a while, until Lai Song came to call someone.

“Are you two better?” Lai Song is already in his second year of high school. The whole person is over 185. Because of punching all year round, he looks sturdy and scary like a door plate, but he is still stupid with a smile.

Song Xin rolled his eyes: “Who made you wait for us?”

Lai Song pressed the door, he could touch the door frame with his arm bent: “Who said I waited for you, I waited for the little swan!”

Jiang Shen got up to change clothes, and they were still fighting when they came out.

“Okay.” Jiang Shen looked at Song Xin, “Shall we eat something?”

Song Xin sighed: “Can’t drink milk tea again, I can’t get fat anymore.”

Lai Song sighed: “It’s really hard for you to dance.” He took a box from his bag and handed it to Jiang Shen. “Bai Erdai asked me to bring it to you.”

In the past two years, Bai Jinyi did not come to the boxing hall very much, even if he came to find Lai Song or Jiang Shen, but two or three phone calls a week are indispensable. Tan Lingling often teased that they made “long-distance friends.” Like reporting work, I hope to finish all the things I have done in a day.

In addition to the phone, the two people send each other things one after another frequently. Bai Jinyi probably has nothing but money. They buy everything. The most expensive one is to send a mobile phone. Jiang Shen didn’t scare him when he got the time difference. He didn’t dare to use it for a few days, until Bai Jin called to urge him and said that he could use the energy video.

In contrast, Jiang Shen sent a lot of rustic, fresh tea, homemade jam, pickled salted duck eggs, loquat bayberry in early summer, hairy crabs in late autumn, all these things will be photographed and sent to him once received. The two also have a circle of friends, and they like each other.

“Your good feelings are too nauseous.” Lai Song bought fried chicken to eat, but the pastry outside was thrown away, “Is the phone fun?”

Jiang Shen ordered a glass of sugar-free milk, drinking slowly through a straw: “It’s okay.”

Lai Song: “What APP do you use?”

Jiang Shen honestly said: “I’m just a WeChat, specifically contacting Bai Jinyi.”

Lai Song: “…” He muttered silently, “You are not the child-in-law of the second generation…”

Jiang Shen didn’t get it. He was unpacking the package that Bai Jin sent him and opened it. It was a new pair of ballet shoes.

Lai Song propped his head: “You try to see the size, and I will return it to you.”

“Why is it wrong?” Jiang Shen’s eyes narrowed, his baby touched it a few times, and he said cheerfully, “Bai Jin will be right, he knows how big I wear.”

Lai Song: “…”