Still tide

When there are people around, it can be seen that Miao Jiayan is very reserved.His chin is always a little tucked, he doesn't speak, and his expression looks deserted.

He clearly divided the small circle of people he was familiar with. Those in the circle were comfortable and relaxed, while those outside the circle were guarded and restrained.

During the few days when the younger brother was here, Chen Chao wouldn't come unless he was told. When the younger brother left, Miao Jiayan came over with a smile on his persimmons.

He held a persimmon in one hand and gnawed it by his mouth, and another in the other hand.

Chen Chao glanced at him, made the huge persimmon amused, and said, "You're so embarrassing after catching up."

"This one is bigger." Miao Jiayan held up the tomato and handed it to Chen Chao. Her hands were still dripping with the water from washing the persimmons just now.

No matter how depraved Chen Chao was, he would never eat such a big tomato, which is the same as a cucumber.

"It's very sweet, try it," Miao Jiayan persuaded, still a little bit unwilling, "Really."

Chen Chao only said: "You can put it there, fry it tonight."

"It's a waste to stir-fry." Miao Jiayan waved a huge persimmon in front of Chen Chao's eyes, "Just try it."

He gnawed everything by himself, eating his face. Chen Chao saw that it was impossible for him to eat like this, so he shook his head and said, "No."

Miao Jiayan looked regretful, turned her head and took it away.

Chen Chao was reciting words in the room, and Miao Jiayan came back before finishing a unit.

Pushing open the door and coming in, I haven't finished eating the persimmon, and I'm holding a plate with the other hand.

"Eat." Miao Jiayan put the plate by Chen Chao's hand from behind, with persimmons cut into petals and a toothpick inserted.

Chen Chao raised his head, and Miao Jiayan looked down at him from the side, and said without expression: "You have a lot of things, brother."

Chen Chao laughed out loud, Miao Jiayan glanced at him, and sat beside his bed.

Persimmons are indeed sweet, and Chen Chao also admitted that they are sweet. He squeezed a petal and put it in his mouth. Miao Jiayan pointed to the plate and said, "There are toothpicks."

Chen Chao looked at him and raised his eyebrows: "You dare to make fun of me?"

Miao Jiayan looked at Chen Chao with a dazed expression while eating a persimmon.

Chen Chao looked at his innocent eyes, but couldn't say anything. Miao Jiayan's eyelids were thin, and when he blinked, he could see the tiny blue blood vessels on his eyelids. He looked inexplicably honest and pitiful.Chen Chao flicked him on the forehead, and continued to recite the words.

Those persimmons were picked in the back garden of Miao Jiayan's house. The ones grown at home must be better than the ones bought. The last two seedlings were buried in the innermost part, and they were never seen, so they were left out and not picked.The seedlings are already wilted after the season is over, but fortunately the persimmons are still fresh, and four or five persimmons have secretly grown to such a large size.

The Miao family is considered a big family in the area of ​​their hometown. Grandpa Miao has a large cotton field, and Grandma Miao manages life very well.The garden in the backyard of the Miao family is very large, and there is also a crabapple tree and a plum tree in it.There are rows of vegetable ridges in the garden, and there are all kinds of vegetables.The Miao family also has a flower shed, which grows ornamental flowers for the flower market. Grandpa Miao built a new shed next to the flower shed last year, and there are no flowers in it.Those are the strawberry seeds that Grandma Miao made under the ridge last year, and strawberries will almost grow next year.

Miao Jiayan has been able to pick her own food to eat one after another since early summer, and can pick them leisurely until autumn.In late autumn, when all the vegetables were finished, there was still a row of sweet stalks and melon seeds left in the outermost part of the garden. In winter, Miao Jiayan hugged a big sunflower flower and picked the melon seeds one by one.

Of course, Chen Chao is so particular, he can't pick melon seeds with Miao Jiayan, nor can he stand in the garden to peel sweet stalks.Miao Jiayan was already used to him, so she didn't ask any more questions, and just bit off the skin of the sweet stick for him, leaving only the core, and then broke off the top part where she bit.

Even so, Miao Jiayan held the bottom of the sweet stick and handed it over, and Chen Chao took a step back in disgust.

"Don't eat." Chen Chao said.

"Don't eat it after peeling it? It's very sweet." Miao Jiayan passed it forward again, "Try it."

"I've eaten it." Chen Chao shook his head, his expression still disgusted, "Take it away."

Miao Jiayan actually didn't understand his rules, so she asked him, "Don't you eat sugar cane?"

Chen Chao said, "Eat."

Miao Jiayan didn't understand even more, she spit out the sweet stalks she chewed in the plastic bag she was carrying, and asked Chen Chao: "Is sugar cane more foreign than sweet stalks?"

"..." Chen Chao said, "Sugar cane in the supermarket is cut and packed in boxes without the skin."

Miao Jiayan shook the sweet stick in her hand: "Didn't I finish peeling this for you too? You won't eat it without the skin."

Chen Chao really couldn't answer his question, so he could only say, "Eat it yourself."

At the beginning, Chen Chao only thought that Miao Jiayan was ugly, but after seeing more and seeing other students at school, he gradually felt that Miao Jiayan was not so ugly, or that he looked different.

Compared with those classmates at school who sang internet love songs and ate spicy strips, Miao Jiayan's soil is more natural, much purer, and more direct.

Chen Chao felt that it was a kind of... clean rustic.

Miao Jiayan didn't know that Chen Chao had divided the soil here into grades in his heart, but he himself held the highest grade and guarded it firmly.

He only knows that Chen Chao has many rules, and he dislikes this and that.He called "brother" for more than a year, until he also went to junior high school.

When she was in junior high school, she left earlier in the morning and came back later in the evening. Miao Jiayan refused to let Grandpa Miao see her off, and took the school bus by herself.

He didn't go with Chen Chao either, and he didn't talk much to Chen Chao when he met him at school.

Chen Chao saw him at school several times, and Miao Jiayan walked over with her head down, pretending not to see him.

Miao Jiayan's hair can hang on her shoulders again, and Miao Jian and his wife came back before junior high school started, and wanted to take the children away.The couple had made up their minds at first, but when Grandma Miao suffered from heart discomfort and high blood pressure all summer, they chatted a few times, and Grandma Miao covered her heart, and the couple didn't dare to force it.

In the end, Miao Jiayan was still retained by her grandma.As soon as Miao Jian and his wife left, Grandma Miao put her arms around Miao Jiayan, touched his head with a smile, stroked his hair from the back of his head to his shoulders, and said lovingly: "Our Xiaoyan grew up happily here with grandma. free."

Miao Jiayan was still worried about grandma's health and dared not relax.

"Grandma is pretending to them," Grandma Miao told him, "I'm afraid I won't be able to keep you."

"Really?" Miao Jiayan didn't quite believe it, her grandma acted very similarly.

"Really," Grandma Miao laughed, "to scare them."

Grandma Miao really didn't lie to him, at first she was really a bit awkward, but then she just pretended.

She couldn't let Miao Jiayan go with his parents. Maybe in some respects, the old lady spoiled the child too much, but with her, the child can grow up well is better than anything else.

This is something that parents and grandmas like her can't say deeply. It's useless not to talk about some things now that they have already happened, but she can't let them take the child away and embarrass the child.The old lady doesn't plan for anything, so he doesn't need to be very promising, just being an ordinary person and living his own life well is enough.

Under the protection of his powerful grandma, Miao Jiayan can continue to live his happy life.Although there are more classes and more homework in junior high school, the time for playing has been reduced a lot, but he is still at ease.

Cotton was harvested one after another in September and October. Miao Jiayan soaked in the cotton field for a few days during the National Day, wearing his wide-brimmed straw hat, and became a small cotton farmer.

This year Chen Chao also went to harvest cotton, the weather is neither hot nor sunny, Grandpa Chen and Grandma Chen don't have to worry about him being sunburned anymore.

How could Chen Chao know how to pick cotton? His grandparents didn't teach him, and they didn't want him to work at all. In the end, he was entrusted to Miao Jiayan to take him with him.

"Brother." Miao Jiayan waved to him, "Come here."

Most of Miao Jiayan's face was covered by a straw hat, Chen Chao came over and lifted the brim of his hat, Miao Jiayan then looked up at him.

"Follow me." Miao Jiayan raised her face from under the brim of her hat and spoke in this posture.

"Teach me." Chen Chao said.

Miao Jiayan tied a big bag in front of Chen Chao, and tied a knot around his waist behind him.

"This is a flower pocket," Miao Jiayan took the initiative to explain, "When you pick cotton, you put it in this pocket."

Chen Chao looked down at the big bag that Miao Jiayan tied on himself, like a huge apron.

"It's too ugly." Chen Chaosheng had nothing to love.

"It's convenient," Miao Jiayan finished tying the belt, and pushed Chen Chao forward, "You're like this, you can just take it off, but you have to be careful not to cut your hands."

Miao Jiayan plucked two cotton flowers lightly with her fingers, and tapped the cotton holder: "This thing can cut your hands, so be careful."

Miao Jiayan has been playing in the cotton field since he was a child, and he is very skilled at doing this.When he was not as tall as cotton, grandma sewed a small flower pocket for him and tied it around his waist for him to pick and play.

He picks them very fast, and he can hold many flowers in his hand and put them in his pocket together.The pocket in front of him became bulging after a while.

"Brother." Miao Jiayan turned to Chen Chao.

Chen Chao had just cut a small cut on his hand. Miao Jiayan took off the gloves she was wearing and said, "You won't scratch your hands when you wear these."

Chen Chao didn't want it, let him wear it himself.

"It's fine if I don't wear it." Miao Jiayan came over to put it on for him.

Chen Chao raised his hand, and did not let Miao Jiayan wear it for him, and said, "Do your job."

Miao Jiayan had no choice but to put on the gloves again, looking back at Chen Chao from time to time.

This job is really not something that can be done just by setting hands. Although Chen Chao has worked very hard, his little amount of completion is basically negligible.

Miao Jiayan finished picking one line from front to back, and then went back to pick up Chen Chao's.

When she reached Chen Chao's place, Miao Jiayan asked, "Are you tired?"

Chen Chao said it was okay.

Tired is not very tired, but I have to bend over all the time, and I feel uncomfortable after a long time.

Miao Jiayan took out another pocket from the big pocket on her body, untied the almost full pocket that was tied up now, and tied it tightly.

The tied flower pocket was patted flat in her hands, and Miao Jiayan spread it out on the floor and sat on it.I only sat halfway, looked up at Chen Chao, and patted the remaining half: "Let's sit and pick."

Chen Chao was stunned by his set of movements, he was so professional.

"Let's finish picking this round, and then change another round, so we won't be tired." Miao Jiayan said with a smile, "The first bag of cotton can be used as a small cushion."

That familiar feeling came again.Looking at Miao Jiayan, Chen Chao once again felt the "natural and clean rusticity" of Miao Jiayan.

Chen Chao looked at him with joy, Miao Jiayan didn't know what he was laughing at, and the corners of his mouth curled up into a beautiful little curve, talking to Chen Chao while picking cotton.

It is said that the hand-picked cotton is very clean, the cotton is white and soft, and it is said that others can make towels when it is taken away.

The cotton fields are stretched one after another, so long that you can't forget the edge at a glance.

The two sat in the cotton field, surrounded by cotton stalks as tall as half a person, as if they had accidentally stepped into a soft white jungle.

Two half-grown boys in the jungle, their backs pressed against each other, each picked the cotton in front of them.

The cotton is in small balls, like fluffy fat stars.