Jincheng flower hour

In the afternoon, Zhuang Yang sat in front of the wooden table, on which a volume of "Spring and Autumn" was unfolded. His eyes did not fall on the bamboo slips, but looked out of the window. Press the branches.

In the courtyard in Chunri, under the camellia tree, there was once a young blue-robed Confucian scholar who taught Zhuang Yang's "Spring and Autumn". The blue figure had passed away with the wind in the spring two years ago.

"Brother, I'm back."

A Ping ran up, followed by the omelette, holding a cloth bag in his arms and holding a lacquer box.

"What did Master teach today?"

"The master taught 'The second son rides a boat, generalizes the scene, and makes a wish..."

A Ping could only remember this sentence for a while, and felt quite embarrassed, he quickly opened the cloth bag and took out the bamboo slips to check.

"Wish to speak and think of children, and the center will support them."

Zhuang Yang recited this song "Two Sons Riding a Boat" when he was young, and he has a good memory.

"The second son took a boat and passed away."

Zhuang Yang continued to chant, A Ping had found this poem in the bamboo slips, and he continued to read:

"Wish to speak and think of a child, without any harm."

Zhuang Yang nodded, and asked calmly: "Do you know what this poem describes?"

A Ping is studious, moderately gifted, congenitally deficient, but he can work hard the day after tomorrow.Every afternoon, when I came back from studying with my master, I would ask my brother if I was confused.Zhuang Yang is gentle and patient, and will explain to A Ping.

The world is chaotic, reading can only be wise, don't dare to think about high officials and rich salary, and worry about the world.

After helping his younger brother with his homework, it was still early in the day, so Zhuang Yang went downstairs and walked around the courtyard.

The pond where the lotus seeds were planted the day before yesterday was crystal clear, and the lotus seeds have not yet sprouted. Recently, the weather has been warm and everything has grown luxuriantly. If you want to come here for a few days, you can see cute little lotus leaves coming out of the water.

Zhuang Yang's pond, built next to the camellias, was originally a common local fish pond in front of the courtyard, and was used by Zhuang Yang to grow flowers. Of course, there are still fish and shrimp in the water, and he lives very leisurely.

Squatting by the pool, watching the small green shrimp swimming in the pool, Zhuang Yang felt that something was scratching his robe, and when he turned around, he saw a tapir cub, which was a bamboo shoot.

Bamboo shoots spend most of their time on the bamboo mountain eating bamboo and bamboo shoots, but it is a cub after all, loves to be lively and be close to people.

"So it was you." Zhuang Yang rubbed the hairy head of the bamboo shoot. The bamboo shoot clung to Zhuang Yang's arm and couldn't get rid of it, wanting to play with Zhuang Yang.

Seeing that he couldn't break free, Zhuang Yang picked up the bamboo shoot and put it in front of an empty bamboo basket. As expected, the bamboo shoot was distracted. It threw down the bamboo basket, got into it, and started playing on its own.

Zhuang Lan hadn't been seen since noon, this child would not stay quietly in his room to sleep, he must have run outside.Zhuang Yang walked out of the yard to look around, and saw Zhuang Lan's red shirt by the river, and the child went to play by the river again.

Since eight years ago, after the accident in Jinguan City, Zhuang's mother's health has been going up and down, and sometimes she will suddenly feel chest tightness and dizziness, not thinking about eating and drinking, and lying in the house.Also ask the doctor to check the pulse, saying that it is depression.Fortunately, over the years, the three children have grown up, and Zhuang Yang and Ah Ping are in harmony, so Zhuang Lan is more difficult to control, and Zhuang's mother needs to worry about it.

Zhuang Yang still had an older brother called Zhuang Bing, who went to Guchang with his uncle to do business in early spring, but had not returned yet.Zhuang Bingnian was nineteen years old, calm and generous.

With a handful of red dates in her arms, Zhuang Lan stood on the wooden bridge, peeping at the dog weaving bamboo strips.She hesitated to go forward, but she was also reluctant to leave.She wanted a fishing basket, neither Ah Yi nor his father, Yisou, knew how to make one, so she asked this vicious boy to make one for her, but she was afraid of being chased away by him.

Clever as Zhuang Lan, she naturally wanted to buy her off, but as a child she had no money, so she could only steal red dates in the kitchen.Red dates are bought with money, and dates can be sold for money, so the dates are valuable.

Quanzi got up early in the morning to weed the bean field, lead the sheep to graze, and weave bamboo baskets. He has never been idle.Sitting on the bamboo mat, the fingers kept weaving bamboo strips. The 13-year-old dog has a pair of rough hands. If the children of the dealer were to weave bamboo strips, their hands would be covered with blood.

A long time ago, I found a little girl on the bridge probing her head. Since she is an "enemy", she is very recognizable, and she is the little girl leading him.After crossing the bridge, it belongs to the west bank, and once the children in Zhuli cross the wooden bridge and get close to Quanzi's house, Quanzi will chase them away.Zhuang Lan watched Quanzi, Quanzi looked at Zhuang Lan, the two of you don't move and I don't move, you move and I push (run).

After confronting each other for a long time, Zhuang Lan took out the red dates from her arms and held them in her hands. She bravely walked over with her hands stretched out in front of her.A few steps away from Quanzi, Zhuang Lan said loudly, "I'll buy you a cage for catching fish!" Quanzi's right hand was holding a thin piece of bamboo, but when he heard Zhuang Lan's words, he let go of his hand and looked at Zhuang Lan and the red dates she held in her palm.

"Is that enough? If not, I'll go get some more."

Zhuang Lan put the jujube on the mat, she stretched her neck to look at the objects woven by the dog, it looked very big, it seemed to be a basket, and it hadn't been woven yet.

Quanzi has eaten red dates, they are sweet and delicious.There is a jujube grove in Fengli, and he went to pick up the fallen dates to eat, although he was chased and beaten by the owner of the jujube grove because of it.Although jujube is delicious, Quanzi doesn't want to pay attention to Zhuang Lan, and he is still angry with her.

Zhuang Lan saw that the dog didn't chase her away and ignored her, so she sat aside and watched the dog weave the bamboo baskets.

Today Ah Li was locked up at home and he was not allowed to come out because he couldn't recite poems.Zhuang Lan went to look for A Li, and sister A Xiang asked Zhuang Lan to play by herself, saying that A Li was beaten by her mother.

Zhuang Lan had seen her aunt beat A Li, the scene was quite terrifying, not that her aunt really had to beat him to death, but A Li cried like a slaughtered pig.

Zhuang Lan, who doesn't like reading, knows the pain of not being able to recite poems. Fortunately, Brother Zhong won't beat her because of it.Sometimes Grandmother scolded her, and Brother Zhong would defend her by saying: Presumably everyone has a different temperament, and Alan is naturally active.Better still, Brother Zhong.

Thinking about this indiscriminately, she looked up and found that the dog was staring at her.

"Brother said I shouldn't lead your sheep, so I won't dare next time."

She is a half-old child and has no overnight feud. Zhuang Lan is very bored these days and just wants to find someone to play with.

"Hmph, not only stealing sheep, but also pulling out my bean sprouts."

Quan Zi held grudges, but seeing that Zhuang Lan was young and a girl, he didn't intend to drive her away.

"It was Ati who pulled out the bean sprouts, not me."

Zhuang Lan will recognize what she has done, she is naughty but honest.

"You're all in a gang throwing stones at my window."

Although the stone did not hit anyone, it broke a bowl.

"I wasn't with them. It was Ati and Aji who threw the stones."

Zhuang Lan held her cheeks in anger. Earlier, she and A Licai had fought with the Zhang family brothers, so she didn't even go to play in the Zhang family's fields.

"No?" At that time, Quanzi only saw two running figures, both half-grown children, and he didn't recognize who was who.

"Well, the first time A Li and I came here to play, you drove us away."

So fierce, still holding a wooden stick to chase.Zhuang Lan pursed her mouth, not daring to speak.She also counted on Gouzi to help her weave a fishing basket.

Quan Zi was dubious, since Zhuang Lan really wasn't here to make trouble, so he tolerated her sitting aside and watching.

"Dog, who are you talking to?"

Mother Liu heard noises in the house and asked.

"Aunt, it's from the other side, it's fine."

Quanzi didn't know Zhuang Lan's first and last name, besides, every time Grandma saw children coming to play at their house, she was always very attentive, Quanzi didn't want her to be like this.Just like begging for help, Gouzi doesn't feel lonely without friends.

"So your name is Gouzi."

Zhuang Lan finally knew the name of the fierce boy who lived on the river bank.

"Help me make a fishing basket, and I'll grab a bowl of red dates and exchange it with you, okay?"

Zhuang Lan watched eagerly as the dog cut bamboo strips and weaved baskets. She still hadn't given up on buying a fishing basket.

Quanzi still ignored her request.

"I don't care about people, don't forget it."

Zhuang Lan randomly picked up the red dates on the mat and held them in her arms.

Seeing Zhuang Lan leave angrily, Quan Zi put down the bamboo basket, pulled out the bamboo strips again, and silently weaved the basket.He doesn't care for a few red dates from their family. Although the red dates are delicious, don't try to bribe him with them.

Zhuang Lan ate the dates in frustration, walked across the wooden bridge, and saw her brother Zhuang Yang standing on the other side of the wooden bridge.Seeing her brother, she happily ran towards him.

"Go to the kitchen to get red dates."

Zhuang Yang found the red dates that Zhuang Lan was carrying in his arms.

"Well, brother, don't tell grandma."

"How did you go to the dog's side, aren't you afraid of him?"

When Zhuang Yang came, he saw Zhuang Lan sitting next to Quan Zi, and the two seemed to be talking.

"Brother also knows that he is called Gouzi."

"know."

"I wanted him to make me a fishing basket, but he wouldn't."

"Yi Sou can't do it either?"

"He did it differently, differently."

It's like a novel toy, but I can't get it, and I always miss it.

"If the dog doesn't want to do it, then don't do it."

Zhuang Yang took his sister by the hand and led her away from the river.In Zhuang Yang's view, Alan always likes new things, and when the freshness passes, he will not be attached.

Quanzi watched the pair of brothers and sisters leave from the other side of the river. His eyes fell on Zhuang Yang. Zhuang Yang was gentle and dignified, and he was different from those people he had seen before. I glanced twice.

Two days later, Zhuang Lan and A Li were playing on the wooden bridge, when the dog came suddenly, and A Li backed away in fright.The dog didn't approach, but threw a bamboo basket at Zhuang Lan's feet.It was a brand new bamboo basket, and the bamboo skin was still green.Zhuang Lan happily picked it up, held it in her arms, and said happily, "Thank you, Brother Quanzi."

Quanzi ignored her, only giving her a cold and leaving figure.

The two children, A Li and Zhuang Lan, both wanted a fishing basket in their dreams, and when they got one, they buried the fishing basket in the river like a dog, and covered it with aquatic plants.

They didn't care about it, they touched the bamboo baskets from time to time to check if there were any fish and shrimps in it, so naturally they couldn't catch anything.

Playing in the water until dusk, Zhuang Lan returned home with a fishing basket, and said to Zhuang Yang who was cutting camellias in the yard, "Brother, Brother Quanzi gave me a bamboo basket." Zhuang Yang took the fishing basket, examined it carefully, and found Do it in style.

"Vote me a papaya, what do you want in return?"

"Cantaloupe."

Zhuang Yang snickered, knelt down and patted Zhuang Lan's head and said, "The life of the dog and mother is hard, so I can give them some rice."

Even if they live across the river, they can't bear to ignore them. There is no shortage of rice and grain at home, so give them a little relief.