Salad Days - Chapter 6

When Jiang Shen got up in the morning, his eyes were swollen. He was not too able to lift his spirits. He just got out of bed after fumbling, and Tan Lingling pushed the door and came in.

“Well, this is a sad dream.” She glanced at her son’s eyes carefully, “Mom twists a veil for you.”

Jiang Shen’s dumb “huh” sounded, and after thinking about it, he still slipped out of his slippers.

Tan Lingling waited for Jiang Shen to wash it off before handing him the towel and putting it on his eyes.

“Dad went to the field?” Jiang Shen sat on the bench with his head tilted up. Although he was young, he was helpful but unambiguous. He was afraid that his father Jiang Luoshan’s waist would be injured when the farm was busy.

Tan Lingling was cooking an egg and smiled when she heard the words: “It’s alright, our family borrowed a rice transplanter.”

Jiang Shen lifted a corner towel and was quite happy: “Have you borrowed from Shubao’s house?”

“Aunt Hua’er borrowed it from you.” Tan Lingling cooled her eggs and handed it to her son.

Tony chicken is sorting his colorful tail hair in the yard. The weather is good, the sunshine is pleasant and cute, and Jiang Shen does not need to go to transplant rice seedlings or know what to do. He rolled his eyes with eggs and took peanuts to feed Tony. The chicken followed He had a good relationship, and finally got full and drank, and took a nap by him.

When Shen Shen’s eyes weren’t so swollen, Jiang Shen bit the egg away, and Tony woke up and pecked at the last yolk in his hand.

“Hey!” Jiang Shen raised his arms, “How can you eat your children’s eggs?”

Tan Lingling heard it in the house and couldn’t smile: “He is a man and he doesn’t lay eggs.”

Jiang Shen looked at the egg yolk half-robbed by Tony.

Tan Lingling changed her clothes and was going to take a look in the field. When she walked to the door, she turned back and asked her son: “Will I go to the bookstore today?”

“No, I finished reading yesterday.” Jiang Shen thought of the “Erquan Yingyue” I watched yesterday and felt sad again. He rubbed his face and said, “I’m going to stretch.”

“Ouch.” Tan Lingling bent down and kissed his son. “We are really diligent.”

The house was not a dance room, and there was no floor. Even Jiang Shen’s small room was covered with concrete. He turned over the straw mat for summer sleep, put it on the ground, and changed his dance shoes and pants.

Jiang Shen had already done a good job of splitting at the waist. He was silent with the tempo in mind, his legs almost split into a word, and his abdomen and chest were pressed against the mat.

In addition to him in the dance class, relatively big girls like Song Xin are already able to stand on their feet. Song Xin can even complete a relatively good set of dance steps after standing on foot, so most of the dances choreographed by Mr. Lin, female A Song Xin came to jump.

Jiang Shen stared at his toes for a while and couldn’t help standing up, posing with dance shoes on the ground.

The full-length mirror was moved to Jiang Shen’s room before. He put his hands on his hips and bent his legs. He seemed to hesitate how to stand up. Jiang Shen looked at his glasses and thought of how Song Xin stood on his feet. Tossing his neck, he stretched his arms and stood up in one breath, Tony in the yard suddenly hissed with breath.

The dog hair shouted at the gate of the courtyard: “Fukko! Come out and get rid of this chicken!!!”

Jiang Shen: “…”

He clutched the tip of his shoe, and the sore tears almost came out. He had to take off his shoe and stuff it under the bed. He glanced at his toes and it seemed okay. Then he put on his slippers and limped out.

Dog Mao struggled to cover his head and evade. Tony chicken has been fat since he had gone to Jiang Shen’s house because of the good food, but the weight does not seem to affect its bravery. The colorful tail crossed the sky, and he wished to spread his wings. , And jumped to the back of the dog’s hair with a sip.

“Oh!!!” the dog hair shouted, “Jiang Shen! You will get rid of it!!”

Jiang Shen had to chase Tony: “Why are you here again?”

The dog hair was far away from him, and I was afraid that the chicken would come again: “I am not here to take you to the field to see our big rice transplanter.”

Jiang Shen: “What’s so good about rice transplanters.”

Dog Hair: “What are you doing at home?” He glanced down and frowned, “What’s wrong with his feet?”

Jiang Shen didn’t care much: “Just a knock.”

“Pull it down.” Dog hair sat down in the yard according to him. “You are bleeding!”

Jiang Shen found that her toenail’s toenails seemed to have been split a little. There was not much blood flow. Jiang Shen wiped it off and cleaned it. The pain did not hurt much. He rubbed his toe bone again and felt that there should be no problem.

“Give me a nail clipper.” Jiang Shen ordered the dog hair.

The dog hair was obviously used by Qing Lingzi at home, and he went to the house without a sense of difference and took Jiang Shen out of the nail clippers.

Jiang Shen gathered the sunlight and cut all ten toenails, and asked the dog hair while cutting: “My dad is opening the rice transplanter?”

Gou Maole: “Your dad’s car skills are not bad. Originally, Chen honestly wanted to help him drive halfway. Now I can use him.”

Jiang Shen didn’t agree very much: “How can you call your uncle’s name.”

Gou Mao whispered: “My mother is a great emperor to my mother, and Chen is honestly inferior to me and Qing Lingzi.” Gou Mao raised his hand, stretched out five fingers, and broke his face one by one, “My mom , My sister, that my family fight-Chen and I honestly.”

Jiang Shen smiled and didn’t hold the nail clippers. Gou Mao seemed relieved to see him happy: “Ah, look at you crying yesterday, what happened to you when I met you.”

Jiang Shen threw the nail clippers to him: “I was crying while reading!”

“You’re sick.” The dog hair disgusted, “The big man cried after reading this girl’s comic.”

Jiang Shen: “…”

After dinner at noon, Jiang Shen was about to go to the Palace of Culture again. Tan Lingling specially cooked two eggs for him to bring: “Hungry, hungry, are the shoe laces good?”

Jiang Shen squatted on the floor of the room and dragged his shoes out from under the bed with a strap: “Bring it.”

He carried a backpack, stuffed his clothes and shoes, and put eggs by the way: “I’m going!”

“Small change!” Tan Lingling reminded him, “Be careful on the road.”

Jiang Shen ran all the way to catch the bus. When passing the town’s bookstore, the old man looked down at the curtain and read the newspaper.

Jiang Shen called him: “Grandpa!”

The old man lifted his eyelids lazily from under the reading glasses. After seeing Jiang Shen clearly, he waved his hands impatiently.

Jiang Shen squeezed his hair. He looked serious, opened his arms, supported one leg and turned 360 degrees, and finally bent down to make a curtain call.

The old man froze for a moment and couldn’t help laughing and scolding: “Little Bunny, are you bothered!”

Jiang Shen grinned, his eyes were gone, and he waved at the old man again, before he hurriedly caught up with the bus.

After entering April and May, the weather was getting warmer. Jiang Shen entered the dance room and saw the room full of flowers, the girl’s skirt and dance shoes were everywhere, under the sun, beautiful like butterflies same.

Song Xin saw him first, and was not very satisfied: “Why are you dark again?”

Jiang Shen looked at his arm and was a little embarrassed: “I have to work in the house and sun it.”

“It doesn’t look good when it’s dark.” Another girl said, “You need to apply sunscreen.”

Jiang Shen didn’t understand much: “What is sunscreen?”

Song Xin hurried him to change his clothes: “Wait for you!”

When Teacher Lin entered the classroom, he saw Jiang Shen sitting cross-legged in the corner. A bunch of girls were smearing on his face around him. The little girl in her tens had nothing but stealing a few of her mother’s mouths. For cosmetics, Jiang Shen has a red spot on her eyebrows in addition to her lips and cheeks.

Teacher Lin couldn’t help crying: “Don’t bully Jiang Shen, people are boys.”

The girls said eloquently: “But he is too dark, just like the boys next door.”

Teacher Lin pulled up deep, and did not know what brand of sunscreen was applied to the boy. The neck and face were divided into two colors: “Go wash.” She took out the makeup remover and cotton pad from the bag. Pour a little up and wipe slowly, clean and wash with water.”

Jiang Shenke had never used such a fashionable thing, even on his mother Tan Lingling’s dressing table. He carefully remembered the steps all the way, and when he came to the sink, he saw that there was already someone there.

Bai Jin was sweaty again, leaning on the faucet to face, and walked in to see that he was actually a little deeper than Jiang, and estimated the height of half a knuckle.

He wiped his face straight, his thick, dark eyebrows twisted.

Somehow Jiang Shen was a bit surprised, and he actively explained: “I’ll wash my face…”

“Who painted it for you?” Bai Jin asked.

Jiang Shen opened his mouth and said, “The girls painted.”

Bai Jin snorted: “Girly.”

Jiang Shen glanced at him, not very happy, and went to open the faucet in silence.

Once Bai Jin didn’t leave, Jiang Shen didn’t care about him. He poured the makeup remover on the cotton pad in a clumsy manner. Because the sink had no mirror, he could only wipe his face indiscriminately.

“There is still on the left face.” Bai Jin suddenly said.

Jiang Shen paused, hesitating for a while, or obediently wiped it away.

“Right.” Bai Jin sips one command at a time, “click on the right again.”

He snorted, “Why are you so stupid.”

Jiang Shen: “…”

As soon as Bai Jin took the makeup remover that the other person was standing by, he poured it on a cotton pad and looked at Jiang Shen, impatiently saying, “Come here.”

Jiang Shen was not happy: “I can do it myself…”

Bai Jin sneered, he bit his right hand glove, dangled it in his mouth, took out his phone, took a picture of Jiang Shen’s face without a word, then turned over the body and lifted the photo to In front of Jiang Shen.

I don’t know if Jiang Shen’s lens feels too good, or Bai Jinyi’s hand is too steady, the photo is not blurry, the details and flaws are clear, the lipstick marks on Jiang Shen’s face are smudged into pieces, and the lips are red and white. A cinnabar lined his half-infatuated expression, which was really interesting.

As soon as Bai Jin put away his mobile phone, regardless of Jiang Shen’s reaction, he threw the glove aside and pressed the face with the cotton pad: “Open your mouth.”

Jiang Shen: “…”