child prodigy at eighty

Song Shiyu didn't feel that his decision was sudden at all. For the past half a year, he went to school with one or the other, and he thought that this guy wouldn't be able to survive this semester.

"What do you do when you're not in school?" That's what he wants to know now.

"Go to the south." Gu Weifeng looked into the distance, "I heard that there are car repair shops everywhere."

"Car repair?" Song Xiaosan thought it was good, "Your skills will definitely be worthy of a meal."

"You think I can do it too?"

"Okay."

"Then I'll go after the new year, and I'll buy you a tape recorder when I have money!" Gu Weifeng, who was still a little nervous, was beaten to the bone, and he was so excited.

"How are you going? Where are you going?"

"Take the train to Guangzhou, there is a car at the train station." This is obviously not the first time I have thought about it, and I even asked about the car.

"Guangzhou is very far away." Song Shiyu thought about the cities on the map. They were in the north, and Guangzhou was in the southernmost point. It was as far away as the sky. "Do you have money to buy a ticket?" Train tickets are not cheap.

Gu Weifeng was choked to death, and the ideal he was expressing was poured down by a pot of cold water.Finally, he choked out a sentence: "There will be."

Song Xiaosan then poured cold water: "What will you do after you go? Where will you live? Do you have a letter of introduction? Is there an introducer? Where can you find a job if you don't know the place? Who dares to use you as a minor with nothing?" He said The words that come out are old-fashioned, not like a nine-year-old child at all, but like two people who are the same age, which is very interesting.

Gu Weifeng's heart couldn't be any colder.

He knew that what Song Xiaosan said was true, but the unwillingness in his heart made him extremely depressed, but he still didn't give up and said, "There is always a way."

"You are not thinking about it." Song Xiaosan shook his head likewise, "You went to school for three days this year, fishing and two days of surfing the net, and you also got No.3 in the exam. Why didn't you finish it? Anyway, it's better to have a high school diploma to find a job than to get a job. The primary school diploma is decent, and I have survived for so many years, so it is only a year or so away?"

To be honest, Song Shiyu's words are a bit suspected of standing up and talking without back pain. Who doesn't know that it is good to go to school, but he is completely forced and helpless. He has never tried what it feels like not to eat enough every day, let alone Or depend on others to live carefully.

"Forget it, you don't understand." Gu Weifeng didn't want to say anymore.

"I don't understand you understand!"

Song Shiyu rolled his eyes blankly, and called Xiaosi who was still on his skating car to go home, and ignored this unreasonable guy.

The winter vacation passed quickly, and it was the 27th of the twelfth lunar month in a blink of an eye. The boss Song Shilei wrote to say that the recruits are good at everything, that they are well fed, and their comrades are also very good, but they are tired from training. Let them not worry.Liu Erhua babbled, don't worry, how can you not worry, this damn child is homesick, and he still takes time, it's really maddening.

These days, Cross Street is several times more lively than usual, and people who usually dig and search and are reluctant to spend money also frequently enter and leave the store.It’s the Chinese New Year, and no matter what the conditions are, I have to take cloth tickets to undress the children in the family, and then use the meat tickets and fine grain tickets that I usually don’t want to use to buy two catties of pork, and buy some rich and strong noodles to make dumplings.By the way, there are also non-staple food tickets, which are specially bought for melon seeds, peanuts and fruit candies. Is it more than half a catty per person?

Then, Song Shiyu saw something new on the street.Recently, Gu Weifeng had an awkward relationship with him, yes, yes, absolutely not, he had a unilateral cold war, anyway, he didn't go to the repair shop for a few days, so he went to the small square of Cross Street for a walk, and his brother by the way.

Song Xiaosi has long been used to being taken by the third brother, no matter where he goes, the third brother will always be by his side.He also likes to follow the third brother, he thinks the third brother is much better than the second brother, the second brother never takes him to play.

"Brother, big character." Song Xiaosi yelled.

Song Shiyu had seen it a long time ago, and on the wall between the department store and the state-run restaurant, hung a series of red couplets and blessing characters.

In front was a crowd of spectators, Song Xiaosi found an opening and slipped in, not forgetting to greet his brother, "This is it."

Song Shiyu frowned, unwilling to squeeze forward, so he waited outside.

Song Xiaosi didn't call his brother, so he watched it by himself.An uncle was propping up a table to write. He couldn't see what was written, so he stood on tiptoe to read it intently, and asked, "Uncle, what are you writing?"

The middle-aged person who wrote the calligraphy finished the last word and saw that the child was cute, so he said casually: "Writing couplets is the couplets pasted on your house's New Year's door."

"Couple, Uncle, are you writing these?" Song Shiyan asked with blinking eyes.

"Correct."

"My house has two long ones on the door, and one short one is enough. My house has three stickers and one blessing on two doors. Why do you write so many?" Song Xiaosi turned into a curious baby and kept asking.

"Writing for candy." The man fooled: "One candy, do you have candy? Uncle will give you two for one candy."

"Can you exchange for sugar?" Song Xiaosi's eyes lit up instantly.

"Of course." The man said solemnly, "Kid, do you want to change? If you change, your adults won't need to find someone to write couplets everywhere. I'm sure they will praise you."

"No!" Song Xiaosi refused bluntly, "It's not as good as my third brother's writing, so let's change it for candy!"

The crowd burst into laughter.

The man laughed out of anger, did his brother read all the words?He was not as knowledgeable as a child, so he shook his head and continued writing.

Song Shiyu couldn't see what was going on inside, but Xiaosi listened to every word without leaving a word, and exchanged for candy?What a fool!

"Brother, let's exchange sugar too, let's go, let's go write!" Xiao Si dragged him away, that one couldn't wait.

"and many more."

Song Shiyu continued to look at it for a while, and found that there were indeed couplets changed, but it wasn't sugar, there were all kinds of things.Half a candle, a box of matches, a vegetable nest, and a handful of pumpkin seeds can be exchanged for anything. Couplets are a bit more expensive, but blessings are cheaper, and there are many people who exchange them.

Does this count as speculation?Song Shiyu thought for the first time.Well, he also heard the term speculative betting on the radio.

When he got home, he asked his dad, and his dad saw it, "You know what speculative speculation is. Everyone just wants to have fun during the Chinese New Year. He didn't take money to buy and sell without watching it? This is everyone changing things. Let's talk about it." It’s almost like buying popsicles.”

On the same day, Song Xiaosan applied for [-] cents for the New Year's Eve money and bought a dozen red papers, made a bunch of them, and gestured in the room to start cutting.

"Why do you buy so much red paper?" Liu Erhua who had just entered the door asked Song Changhe when he saw a table of red paper.

"Don't ask me, ask the third child." Papa Song pushed it all the way, and never got involved in his crap.

"Write couplets in exchange for candy." Xiaosi groaned and went bald, seeing candy in his eyes.

"Just toss around." Liu Erhua muttered, and then realized: "The lucky money is gone."

"It's the New Year's money in advance." Song Changhe said helplessly.

"It's all because you are used to it." Liu Erhua gave him a sideways look.

Papa Song felt that he was going to die unjustly. He dared not touch his wife's thunder and glared at his two sons. It was all good deeds of you two.

Little three and little four were having fun secretly.

Liu Erhua looked distressed, and was afraid that they would throw away all the paper, so she ordered the culprit, Father Song: "Go and cut, just cut one piece, and then cut it when they really change it."

"Mom, I bought this with my New Year's money. I have the final say on how to distribute it." Song Xiaosan didn't agree, and his angry mother ignored him.He didn't care, turned around and said to his father: "You cut five sheets for me first, and I will write a little more to make it look full of momentum."

"Do you still know what momentum is?" Song's father cut the paper tirelessly.

"You underestimated me again. The two armies facing each other with enough momentum wins. If the two armies face each other, the one who suppresses the momentum will be even more powerful. Not only do I understand, but I can also use it." Song Shiyu's chin was proud, and he never concealed it in front of his father. A little pride in myself.

"What else do you think you don't understand?" Song Changhe has heard his son's remarks for a long time, and he has long been accustomed to it. "It's fine to show off in front of me. Go out and collect it, do you know?"

"I know, I know, Dad, you've said it eight hundred times." Song Xiaosan really had heard enough.

"You still think I'm annoying." Father Song patted him with a smile, let him hold the folded red paper, and cut it with a knife.

After a while, a pile of couplet paper was cut out, and the red ones were really lively.

"Ah, there is no paper to cut the characters for blessing."

Then cut a few large and small squares of paper.

Song Xiaosan didn't write at home either, so she took the schoolbag and put the note and the bamboo clips used to dry the clothes at home, and found a few ropes, and set off with the pine smoke ink that she was usually reluctant to use.

Before departure, Papa Song put a dog fur hat on each of them, "Papa is waiting to eat your candy."