I rewrote family history

Chapter 61 The Boy in the Long Dress
Winter is often just a moment.

The weather suddenly turned cold.

Waking up early the next day, Xu Er pushed open the door in a daze, and the cold wind came in, making his neck shrank into his collar uncontrollably.He took a few steps forward, and suddenly there was a crunching sound from the soles of his feet.

I stepped on the withered leaves of last night's autumn.

They are frozen hard.

He couldn't help looking up at the old pagoda tree standing in the courtyard.Its twigs also grow a layer of prickly white hair.It's frost.The corner hut in this courtyard is his rented house. It is about one or two miles away from Temple Street near the river. It is relatively remote, but it only costs two and a half cents a month.

After returning from visiting relatives, he moved the nest.

No one got up in the courtyard in the morning because of the cold weather.In such a cold day, only those who make a living in the morning or students will get up early, otherwise everyone likes to nest in the warm quilt, leaving only one head cold outside.

"Master Hu, it's time for class."

Xu Er stomped coldly, and called out to Mr. Hu who was lying on the edge of the kang. Seeing that he was still sleeping soundly, he carefully put him in his arms.Then he picked up his shoulder schoolbag and rushed towards the school.

After changing the rented house, he had to get up early again.

"Have a bowl of mutton stewed noodles."

Arriving across the street from Hongwen Hall on Confucian Temple Street, Xu Erlang went to the stewed noodle shop, pulled a bench and sat down, then flinched and yelled at the store.

It was extremely cold, and white steam came out of his mouth.

He doesn't have a lot of money, but he has the ability to eat meat every now and then.He is also afraid of hunger, fullness and tuberculosis, afraid that when he is listening to a class in school, his eyes will suddenly close and he will faint and fall to the ground.

"Selling persimmons! Two persimmons for a penny, sweet and crisp persimmons."

"Selling sugar cakes, freshly fried, fragrant and sweet sugar cakes, with crispy skin..."

"Selling roasted sweet potatoes, hot roasted sweet potatoes..."

The chaotic yelling sounded in Xu Er's ears, and he accurately recognized the childish voice of selling persimmons. He turned his head, looked around, and finally saw a boy squatting on the ground.The boy was wearing a tattered fur, his lips were blue, and he was hawking tremblingly.

This is a boy he once hated.

There are only four or five vendors who went to the county to sell persimmons.Where are the persimmon trees in the mountains, when they turn red, and how to cook persimmons in the vat are all the ways.Furthermore, the money earned from selling persimmons after cooking is not much, it is just a hard-earned money.

Peers are like enemies.

This boy, like him, will use his youth and poor appearance to "deceive" gentlemen and wives.So as to deceive them a little sympathy, and then use this to sell their goods.

With tricky eyes, he dissected the boy selling orange persimmons.

"Guest officer, mutton stewed noodles are here!"

A bowl of mutton stewed noodles was hastily placed on the long table by the shopkeeper, and the white soup swayed a few times, almost splashing out of the porcelain bowl.The finger-wide noodles exude heat and are fragrant.

Xu Er looked away in a daze, picked up the noodles with bamboo chopsticks, and ate them in a gentle manner like all the diners present.He has become part of it.

After finishing the remaining half bowl of mutton soup, he burped comfortably.

He took out seven copper coins and put them on the long table. After calling out to the shopkeeper, he walked into the street with his schoolbag on his back.The streets are full of people.The time for a meal is approaching the bell of the morning class.

"Hi, I'll buy persimmons worth ten cents."

The long-clothed boy turned back, his eyes drooping slightly, revealing a little sympathy.He knew, he had dissected it, and he knew that this was the look the boy expected.Same as he used to be.He didn't want a gentleman to appear in front of him as an equal, and then give him a few coppers at will with a "begging" look.

In addition, an opponent, an opponent who robbed him of his job.At that time, he wished he could walk to the deserted street and beat up this opponent.Now he is merciful, and it is a blessing from the boy selling persimmons.

"Ten-cent persimmons? Young master, can you finish these?"

The boy selling persimmons was surprised when he heard the familiar yet unfamiliar words. He glanced at the boy in long gown and felt that he didn't recognize it in his memory.However, he has always been honest, knowing that one person probably cannot finish eating so many persimmons with orange peel, so he kindly reminded him.

"No, I'll just take two, and I'll store the rest with you first, and I'll come to your place to eat when I have a chance in the future."

Xu Er stunned smiled gently.

There is no "Brother Yuanchu" by his side, and he is alone.It's not good to use the tricks that the young master used to prevaricate the boy selling persimmons.But he knew that this persimmon seller was a "cunning".The boy who sells persimmons is eager to be given alms, so give him nine coins.

These words are the clichés of charity.

He understands all this.

The boy selling persimmons showed a hint of joy. He wiped off two high-quality persimmons with plump orange peels with his summer clothes, and handed them forward respectfully, like a monkey offering peaches.

A slightly warm copper coin was placed in the palm of the boy selling persimmons, and it was worth ten coins.Xu Er is also like a winner, holding two orange persimmons, turned around and squeezed into the crowded crowd, he crossed the mountain screen wall, walked through the Chaoshou verandah, until he sat under the desk of the lecture hall. bench.

The well-cooked persimmons with orange peel are sweet and crisp.

Just before class, Xu Erlangzi devoured two orange persimmons, and he threw the remaining persimmons out of the window and fell into the grass.

There is a charcoal basin in the lecture hall, so it is not very cold.

After morning class, it's lunch break.As usual, Xu Erlian rushed to the lecturer's residence in Dongyu to ask his husband how to learn Japanese.

"This is the winter coat your teacher sewed for you, you can put it on."

"Last night there was a sudden frost, your mistress rushed early and sewed your winter clothes in advance."

In the apartment, Liu Changda asked Xu Er to take a seat. He pointed to the winter coat on the rosewood desk, and said softly.

"Two pieces?"

Xu Er was stunned.

He thought his mistress only gave him one piece, but he never thought of sewing two pieces.Both were thick cotton jackets, as if he could see that he didn't like navy blue, both were blue.

As soon as I touched it, the residual warmth of my fingers stayed on the cotton jacket.

"It's almost winter, Xu Cong, you and me later, and your wife... let's go to the photo studio."

Liu Changda looked at Xu Er, who was like a student, and suddenly recalled a lot of memories in his eyes.That year, he was as old as Xu Erlianzi, and it was around this time that he rushed from Shanghai to Dongying, and then enrolled in a university in Kyoto.

Toyo's school starts in April and October.

He knew that Xu Er didn't have any spare money in his hand, so he couldn't afford to go to the photo studio to take pictures.It would be a sad thing if the most precious memories of youth were not to be reminisced in the future.

(End of this chapter)