For the favor of Mr. Shen

Sorry, best friend for life.

"Knitting sweaters? What are you knitting sweaters for?" Xiangjun asked.

Shen Mu is also embarrassed to say that other children have sweaters knitted by their mothers, but his family Shi Yiqing does not, so he also knits one for the children.

"It's cold, knit two sweaters to keep warm."

Mr. Xiang: "You can also buy it outside, and it's not expensive."

Shen Mu: "It's better to make your own than to buy from outside."

"Why do you say such things at such a young age, I thought it would be my mother's age that I would start to be obsessed with handmade products."

Shen Mu had no choice but to look away and stopped talking.

He feels distressed that the child does not have a mother to knit a sweater for him.

Mr. Xiang saw that he didn't really want to joke, so he stopped teasing him, "Take out your sweater needle and wool, and I'll teach you."

"Okay." Shen Mu finally got his wish, and took out the things he bought, "Ah Qing, are you sleepy?"

Shi Yiqing: "I'm not sleepy."

Shen Mu: "Then you can play by the side and turn on the TV for you to watch."

Xiangjun's mother is very skillful, and she would knit sweaters, hats and gloves, two bamboo sticks, and a sewing machine for her since she was a child.

"When you buy wool, you have to roll it into a ball first. Just open your hands like this. You open it, yes, then pull out all the wool and wind it up, and then roll it into a ball, otherwise it will get knotted everywhere."

I thought the difficulty was in the knitting technique, but I didn't expect that there were so many things to do before weaving. He bought four packs of wool and planned to knit one for Shi Yiqing and himself.

Then Mr. Xiang taught him the simplest stitches, flat stitch, single rib and double rib. If complicated patterns are not required, these three stitches are enough.

Mr. Xiang went back, and told Shen Mu not to insist.

"Really, if it's too ugly, the child will feel inferior if he wears it out."

"No, Aunt Xiangjun." Shi Yiqing stuck his head out from behind Shen Mu and said seriously.

Mr. Xiang couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Oh, you guys, big and small, are singing together, right? I'm going, I can't go."

After sending Mr. Xiang away, Shen Mu planned to wind up all the wool first, then find a paper shell to make a pattern, weave directly according to the paper shell, and finally splice it together.

Shen Mu is considered to be more dexterous among men, and he is also patient, but he is afraid that Shi Yiqing will not be able to bear it, and he can't do the job of curling the yarn by himself, so he has to find someone to help.

So in the following week, every day after dinner, Shi Yiqing stretched out his two fleshy arms, and Shen Mu straightened the wool round and round, and then curled it into a ball.

"Are you tired?" Shen Mu asked.

Shi Yiqing was watching TV, he said, "I'm not tired."

In fact, I was quite tired at the beginning, and my arms would be sore, but after two days of persistence, I didn't feel much.

"Uncle Shen, can you weave a moon on my sweater?"

Shen Mu looked up at him: "Yes, why does Ah Qing want the moon?"

Shi Yiqing said: "The moon is beautiful."

Shi Yiqing is telling the truth, he has been obsessed with observing the moon recently, the moon will change, every night he will stand on the balcony to watch for a while, sometimes he will go downstairs to look for it if he can't see it.

He and Lin Lian were very bored. Since the Mid-Autumn Festival, they had observed a moon for two months.

"One day in an art class, the teacher taught us to draw the sun and the moon. I asked the teacher why there is a moon during the day?"

Shen Mu smiled, thinking that children's stories are so cute: "What did the teacher say?"

Seeing Shen Mu's curious and happy expression, Shi Yiqing tilted his head a little proudly and said, "The teacher said that the moon is the moon, and the light it emits is actually refracted by the sun. Whether we can see it or not, it has always existed."

Shi Yiqing digested this sentence in private for a long time, and now he can say it to Shen Mu in an orderly manner, and he feels proud.

"So the moon is very good, always with us."

"Yes, then I will weave a moon on Ah Qing's clothes, do you want it round or curved?"

Shi Yiqing thought for a while: "Curved."

He thinks it looks good.

In autumn, the leaves in the school began to fall. The school was planted with plane trees and privet trees. The leaves of the plane trees fell a lot. clean.

The second-grade students are also on duty. Shi Yiqing is wearing a ginger jacket and jeans, which Uncle Shen took him to the mall last week to buy.

He was holding a broom made of bamboo and was sweeping the area of ​​the ping-pong table.

The kid was short, about the height of the broom, and was struggling to sweep the leaves of the sycamore tree with the broom.

It was too heavy, and I was out of breath after a while.Not far away, there are classmates in the same class who are cleaning other areas.

"Aqing!"

Shi Yiqing turned around, and unexpectedly saw Shen Mu.

"Uncle Shen! Why are you here?"

Shen Mu came to hand over some materials to the school on behalf of the factory, because more than half of the children studying in Chengguan No. [-] Primary School are the children of the employees of the Wanzheng Automobile Factory, and even the children of the factory director are studying here, so the school needs to build something When the time comes, I will ask the car factory for some funding.

Shen Mu was still wearing work clothes. It was a bit cooler in autumn, so he put on a jacket over his shirt, which was still dark blue. The words "Wanzheng Automobile Factory" were printed on the left chest, and "Assembly Factory" was written on the arm.

He trotted over: "Where is the cleaning?"

"Well! I'm on duty today!" Shi Yiqing stood up holding a broom.

Shen Mu couldn't help laughing all of a sudden: "Our little Ah Qing is not as tall as a broom."

Shi Yiqing pursed his lips, hurting his self-esteem, now that he knew that he was short, he sat at the second table, almost the shortest male student in the class.

Now even Uncle Shen said that about him, he is not happy.

"Why are you unhappy?" Shen Mu was a little puzzled, and knelt down to hold his hand.

Shi Yiqing shook his head and remained silent.

It's hard to coax a child to be sensitive, besides, Shen Mu is not a very good talker, he is also stupid.

"Uncle, will you sweep the floor for me? See, Ah Qing's hands are all red from the broom."

Shi Yiqing spread out his hand, it was indeed red, and a white line was drawn on the tiger's mouth.

Their sophomores are still quite strenuous with the big broom.

"Help Uncle hold it." Shen Mu gave the folder to Shi Yiqing, carried him to the ping pong table and sat there, took the broom and cleaned it up in a few minutes.

Shen Mu didn't want to raise children delicately, but this job was indeed not suitable for second-grade children.

Anyway, Shi Yiqing was never a spoiled kid, a good kid deserves to be loved.

He thought so, and after helping Shi Yiqing get everything done, he took the folder and went to the principal. Before he left, Shi Yiqing still held his hand stickily and said, remember to pick me up after school.

It's just such a trivial matter, neither Shi Yiqing nor Shen Mu thought that other children would see it and talk about it.

It was Friday, and during the last class meeting, the teacher announced who would be on duty next week to clean the playground.

A boy wearing glasses raised his hand and stood up, "Teacher, can parents do the school work?"

Teacher: "Of course not. Labor is to train students, so you can't ask your parents."

Shi Yiqing lowered his head and started to get scared.

Sure enough, that classmate immediately said proudly: "Today Shi Yiqing asked his parents to help him sweep the floor. I saw it, and the students in other classes also saw it."

The teacher took a breath helplessly, it was indeed wrong, but it was not an important thing, but the children did not have a complete three views, so she had to guide them.

"Really? Shi Yiqing?"

Shi Yiqing stood up, lowered his head: "Yes."

Teacher: "You have to do your own things, you can't ask your parents for help."

Shi Yiqing raised his head: "I don't have anything to ask Uncle Shen for help, but it happened that he came to school today and saw it and cleaned it up for me."

The teacher didn't criticize him anymore, but just told him not to do this in the future. The arrangement of sweeping the floor is fair, every student has to do it, and parents can't ask for help.

Shi Yiqing felt wronged in his heart, but he didn't tell anyone.

It's just that I don't want to talk to my classmates for several days.

Why does Uncle Shen's love for himself become a weapon that others can use to attack him.

"Ah Qing, don't talk to them, you are so small-minded, you have to say everything you see, you think the teacher likes this kind of students who make small reports." Lin Lian said angrily.

Shi Yiqing and Lin Lian were sitting at the entrance of the Xiguan Street clinic. Grandpa Lin was giving acupuncture and moxibustion inside. He rested his chin in his hands and looked sad.

Lin Lian was always careless, she was not as sensitive and subtle as Shi Yiqing, she was a bit incomprehensible, but she was criticized by the teacher, she was often criticized, she didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

"Ah Qing, don't be sad."

Shi Yiqing pouted: "Lin Lian, what should I do if I don't like going to school?"

Lin Lian tilted his head and thought for a while, "Then I won't go to school? Grandpa said that he didn't go to school when he was a child. He learned medicine from his master, and only went to night school when he grew up."

"Really? You can be a doctor without going to school?"

"Yes."

After Shi Yiqing finished speaking, he asked cautiously: "Then if you don't want to go to school now, will Grandpa Lin agree?"

Lin Lian: "I don't know, I didn't say that, I like going to school."

"Oh..." Shi Yiqing, who lost his reference, became frustrated again.

Lin Li couldn't stand it anymore, and patted Shi Yiqing on the shoulder: "I'll know if I try it."

Shi Yiqing: "Try?"

"Ok!"

After finishing speaking, Lin Lie walked into the hospital excitedly, and said to Grandpa Lin through the curtain, "Grandpa! I don't want to go to school anymore."

"Why don't you go to school!" Grandpa Lin shouted.

Lin Lian: "I'm just playing at home!"

There was no sound inside, Lin Lian waited for a while, and tentatively asked: "Grandpa! Is it okay?"

In the next second, Grandpa Lin came out holding a handful of wormwood.

"You're still playing at home! I'll take you to play in the coal mine!"

"Ah! Grandpa!"

"What do you want to do as a child if you don't go to school?! Where did you get the idea? Who told you!"

Lin Lian was chased by Grandpa Lin and ran around. The dried wormwood hit the door frame, splashing debris and falling on top of Shi Yiqing's head.

He got up silently, and groped home quietly against the base of the wall. When he got home, he could still hear Lin Lian's "Ah!" when he ran too fast and fell into the flower bed.

Sorry, my best friend for life.

The author says:

Lin Lian: I'm a big TAT;

Ah Qing: wry smile jpg