child prodigy at eighty

Song Shiyu had been standing on the newly paved concrete square for more than two hours, and there seemed to be signs of continuing to stand.

He spent half the afternoon here, and he didn't feel bored at all.

In the square, a few young people in bell-bottom pants and black sunglasses twisted their bodies into arbitrary shapes intoxicated by the loud music.

To be honest, it's not very pretty.

There were a lot of people in the small square, most of them gathered around the young people to watch the fun, some of the older people said something shameful, and the light in their eyes didn't know whether it was novelty or envy.

The children didn't care so much, many of them followed the young people around, causing the adults to laugh wildly for a while.

Song Shiyu didn't mess around with the average-aged children, nor listened to those sour grape-like words, but just kept staring at the machine that could play music.

It is said that it is called a tape recorder.

This is the first time he has seen this kind of magical thing. There are countless small people singing in the not-so-big box. He can sing whenever he wants to hear it, and he can also record his own voice. It's more interesting.

He didn't pay attention to what was being sung in the machine. He was fascinated by the thing that made the sound. What was it singing?Who cares.

"I knew you were here, so hurry home and eat!" A boy who was close to a young man threw Song Shiyu's head with one hand, and pushed him away.

Song Shiyu was pushed forward involuntarily, his small head did not reach the boy's chest, he raised his head to look at the boy, his eyes sparkled, "Brother, I want a tape recorder."

"Why don't you go to heaven!" Eldest brother Song Shilei knocked his brains out, "That stuff costs my dad a year's salary."

"Very expensive?" Song Shiyu frowned and asked.

"Nonsense." It was Song Shilei who was concerned about whether he was an adult or a minor impatiently explaining to the kid, stepped on the bicycle with one foot, and signaled him to sit on the back seat.

"I'll ride." Song Shiyu had been coveting the bicycle for a long time, but his father was afraid that he would fall, so he refused to let him touch it.He sneered at this very much, he is not a little girl, so why not be afraid of falling.

"No, if you fall, Dad will beat me up!" Song Shilei resolutely objected. The most favored person in their family is not the youngest, Xiaosi, but Xiaosan, and it's his responsibility to beat anyone, so he doesn't seek beatings.

Song Shiyu looked at him like a little adult, forget it, don't embarrass him, the last injury probably hasn't healed yet.

He jumped onto the back seat, and the bicycle wobbled a lot. Song Shilei, who was riding the bicycle, couldn't help cursing softly.

Song Shiyu grabbed his brother's clothes, his thoughts had already flown to the singing machine he saw today, he wanted it.

After riding for a while, I arrived at the downstairs of a tube.

The building is a single-tube building with one room on one side and a staircase on the other. It has three floors. There are twelve households on the first floor. There are more than forty households and three hundred people living in this palm-sized building, which shows the prosperity of the population. .

The narrow corridor has long been a common kitchen for everyone, full of stoves, briquettes, pots and pans, all kinds of cooking stuff, full of fireworks.

Calling uncles and aunts all the way through the narrow aisle, the two of them saw their mother Liu Erhua carrying a large aluminum pot into the house.

The eldest was pushing the bicycle, so Song Shiyu hurried forward and opened the bamboo curtain to clear the way for his mother.

Song Shilei pushed his bicycle to a specially vacant corner of the house, occupying the already full house so that there was almost no place to stay.Since a bicycle was lost in the building a while ago, no one dared to put the bicycle outside. They all tried to put it in the house. It is better to squeeze it than to lose it.

"Brother, brother." As soon as Song Shiyu entered the room, a 5-year-old Douding rushed over like a firecracker, hugged him and asked why he didn't take him when he went out to play.

"You're back, and you won't come here again to kill me." Song Shifeng, the second son, looked relieved.

"You're naughty again." Song Shiyu looked at Ba Zai's younger brother Song Shiyan with a stern face.Said he was serious and didn't shout loudly, but he was like a big brother, firmly suppressing his younger brother, so that the youngest Pihouzi didn't dare to be presumptuous at all.

The younger brother seemed to be afraid of him by nature, and wanted to get close to him, so he tore at his clothes eagerly, muttering softly, "I didn't find out."

"Is it written in big letters?" he continued.

"No..." Song Shiyan glanced at him quickly, and then said, "I'll write after dinner."

"Yes!" Song Shifeng, the second child, complained, and got a supercilious look from the youngest.

"Dinner is ready." Mom closed the door, lifted the tightly covered pot lid, and a faint smell of stewed meat came out.

There were two iron lunch boxes on the grates in the pot, and they were tightly covered. Liu Erhua breathed heavily and brought them out on a linen cloth. When he opened them, the younger ones in the family stared.

Steamed pork ribs!Braised pork!

"It's delicious!" The younger ones immediately cheered. Song Changhe, the head of the Song family, was all smiling, watching the children dance and dance.

Another large pot of stewed vegetables, potato vermicelli, tofu stewed pork belly, and Erhe noodles, steamed buns and millet porridge, which are usually considered very good meals, were left out in the cold, and no one paid attention to them at all.

Song Shiyu looked at the meat and vegetables on the table reservedly, and couldn't help swallowing.If I remember correctly, the last time I had such a sumptuous meal was last month, the boss celebrated his birthday.

Whose birthday is today?

While waiting for dinner, he recounted the birthdays of his family members. No one's birthday was the same. What kind of holiday was that?There is not a single festival for a whole summer vacation, and it is not.

"What's the good thing today?" asked the boss.

Mother Liu Erhua gave a piece of oily braised pork to each of the younger ones, and couldn't close her mouth when she smiled: "Your dad is now the workshop director!"

"Wow!" The second son exaggeratedly shouted: "Director Song is so lucky!"

"Little bastard eats your food! I am entertaining you!" Song Changhe laughed and cursed, but no one took it seriously, and everyone could see that he was having fun.

"How old is the director?" Song Shiyu asked, no wonder he didn't know, it's because he was still young, so he couldn't figure out the organizational system in the factory.

"The official in charge of a hundred or so people." Song Shifeng, the second child, rushed to talk.

"You know a lot." The boss Song Shilei who was sitting next to him patted him, but he didn't like his show off.

"I just know it!"

"Okay, even the meat can't stop your mouths. If you don't eat it, you'll be fine." Liu Erhua sandwiched the meat for the third and the fourth, and didn't care whether the eldest and the second ate it or not.

The two young men saw that the meat had collapsed into a pit, so they hurried to eat faster.

Liu Erhua wanted to put some meat for Song Shiyu again, but the child blocked the bowl, "No more, Mom, eat."

Liu Erhua smiled gratifiedly, and put it in his bowl: "There are still more, enough for today."

Song Shiyu paused for a while, and finally picked up the meat and put it in the Xiaosi bowl, which made the youngest smile.

This child... Liu Erhua shook her head helplessly in her heart.

Their family is an ordinary worker's family, and there are not many times when they open up to eat meat, and they can't catch up with them a few times a year.When it was their turn to eat meat, how often did the boys in the family not eat their stomachs until they couldn't fit them before putting down their chopsticks?But the third child was always [-]% full, and he taught the two older ones to eat in moderation, but unfortunately no one listened.

Speaking of the third child, Song Shiyu, who is also childless and motherless, it's a long story.He was small and weak, and he didn't show his pregnancy very much when he was pregnant. He took two or three minutes to recover after falling to the ground, which almost scared the couple to death.Afterwards, the child was always sick, and he struggled all the way to raise him, but he finally grew up day by day.This kind of child couple will inevitably have a partiality, and they are thinking about letting him eat more so that he can grow stronger, but the third child has his own idea since he was a child, and he will never eat more than one bite of delicious food.

Alas, it's not that you learned it from somewhere.

After a while, both the meat and the vegetables were cleaned up, even the vegetable soup was poured into the bowl and the rice porridge went into the stomach, and the boys reluctantly put down their chopsticks.

Song Changhe, who had just been promoted to the director, heaved a sigh of relief when he saw these four boys at home. He said that half-sized boys would eat me to death. Now that his salary has been raised, and the food stamps can be a few catties more, he finally survived. The most difficult time at home.

"Dad, is the director's salary high?" Song Shiyu asked suddenly.

"It must be more than before." Song Shifeng said quickly, "Dad, can you buy me a football?"

"Clean the bowl for a month." Song Changhe stretched out a finger.

"Okay." For the sake of football, just wash the dishes, and Song Shifeng obediently went to do the dishes.

After shopping for the second child, Song Changhe naturally looked at the third child and asked, "What does the third child want?"

"radio."

"what?!"