child prodigy at eighty

The old man hugged the three-year-old Song Shiyu, pinched his arms and legs, asked the child about it, pinched his fingers for a long time, and finally said with a smile: "This child has not forgotten all the things in his previous life, so it's not a big deal." Don't go out and yell about things, the child is fine."

After taking the reassurance pill given by the old man, the couple felt at ease.They thought that it would be better if they were younger, so they told the two elder sons not to say a word about the younger son. After all, it was unusual, and they didn't want their children to be treated as monsters.

Unexpectedly, the older the child, the more handsome he is. Take calligraphy practice as an example, it is two hours a day without any interruption.Later, I had Xiao Si, and I don’t know where he came from for his enthusiasm and patience. He was very considerate in disciplining Xiao Si, taught him how to talk and walk, and the first thing he thought of when he had delicious food was to share it with Xiao Si. In the words of Papa Song, it is like disciplining a son.

Song Changhe ended the chess game early today, and everyone kept calling him Director Song. He didn't have the heart to play chess because of the trouble, so he had to end the game in a hurry.

The light was on in the room, and Song Changhe didn't lift the curtain to go in, but watched the two small calligraphy practicers through the bamboo curtain.

The younger ones are getting impatient, they draw here and there, and they don’t dare to put down their brushes.The older one was not affected by him at all, and he wrote every stroke with great seriousness. If he ignored the environment in the room, he would have thought that he had seen the young master in the early movies.

His third child must be a character in the future, Father Song thought happily.

"Dad, why aren't you near the house?" Song Shilei, the boss who just came back from wandering, asked carelessly.

"No, where are you going crazy, sweating all over."

"Just wandering around, not going anywhere." Song Shilei squeezed into the room, took a washbasin towel and went out: "I'm going to have a shower."

At this time, Song Shiyu also finished writing and called it a day. He looked at Xiaosi's handwriting, but didn't say anything, as long as Xiaosi could write for an hour, he didn't care about anything else.

After tidying up, Song Shiyu also started to fetch water for bathing. The corridor at the door which was regarded as the kitchen was connected to the faucet by their families. It was convenient to fetch water, and the hot water had already been boiled in the big iron pot, just waiting for him to use.

At this time, the second child also came back, and when he saw him pouring water and opening his mouth, he ran away: "Hey, you are washing in the house again, you are not a big girl and you are afraid of being seen, and in two years this basin won't hold it, what do you do?" manage."

"You don't need to worry about it, have you finished your homework?" Song Shiyu poked in pain, and Song Shifeng rolled his eyes when he heard the homework, so I didn't write it, what the hell.

The two brothers fought with each other, Song Shiyu closed the door to take a bath, and snored the fourth child by the way, Song Shifeng rolled his eyes and poured cold water into his stomach, playing all night, he was thirsty to death.

When it comes to taking a bath, it is another worry.Song Shiyu went back to the bathhouse and was frightened back by the dumpling-like situation inside. There are so many people with naked buttocks showing birds, it's too ugly.He remembered that the bathing pool was also covered with silk cloth, how could he be so magnanimous!

The son refused to go to the bathhouse, so Dad Song had to get a big basin for him to wash at home. Fortunately, he was young and could do whatever he wanted.But what can we do in a few years?

After his son took a bath, it was Song Changhe's work to pour the bath water. He took the basin and walked to the end of the corridor, and poured most of the basin into the water room.

The Song family occupied two rooms in this tube building. The large one was used as the master bedroom and the living room and dining room. , I placed two wooden shelves with high and low bunks, plus a few boxes to store the children's clothes. The space is so full that even a table cannot be placed. This is the children's bedroom.In order to stop other people's mouths, they pay a few dollars in rent every year, which is regarded as renting.

Song Shiyu was lying on the lower bunk, squeezed together with the youngest in the family.It was very hot, and the youngest child kept sticking to his body. He didn't know if the child was sleeping stupidly, so he pulled off the pillow and stuffed it between the two of them to calm down.

With his arm under his head, Song Shiyu couldn't sleep for a rare occasion tonight.

After writing all night, I didn't sink my heart to want a tape recorder. My mind is full of tape recorders, tape recorders, and I feel happy when I think of these three words.

He has never wanted anything so strongly, not even riding a bicycle.

The young Song Shiyu fell asleep at some point. In his dream, he hugged the tape recorder lovingly, and then dismantled it to pieces.

Uh, he just wanted to see how this thing made sound, and then he just couldn't put it back...

Later, Xiao San'er never mentioned the matter of buying a radio again. Father Song thought he was frightened by his words, and comforted him to think slowly and save the money for him.Song Shiyu just looked at him and didn't say anything.

Throughout the summer vacation, whenever someone played a radio in the square, Song Shiyu would go and watch it for a while, sometimes alone, sometimes with his younger brother.People watch disco and listen to ditties, but he watches the radio and then the radio.However, he only looked at it, and never once raised his hands to touch it. He knew instinctively that this was someone else's treasure and should not be touched.

It was the summer of 1981, and the spring breeze of reform had just blown out a little bit of fresh green. In their small city, this small square was already the most fashionable territory.

Of course, there are also cars, but there are really very few of them, and the distance from everyone seems to be in the sky.

On this day, it had just rained, and the gravel road was washed out of a small stream.Far away, there were children playing on the water. From time to time, a big dragonfly spread its wings and flew by, causing the children to forget to step on the water. When they got home, they took a big broom and hopped over. When they caught it, the thread Tied to the long tail and led to fly.

At this time, there are no groups of car kidnappers at all, and adults don't care about children running wildly all over the street, as long as they can come back to eat and sleep at some time.

Song Shiyan led a pair of big dragonflies and swaggered through the market behind the third brother's buttocks, making all the children envious.A pair of very big dragonflies, they have never caught them!Xiaosi raised her neck and tugged at the rope from time to time, it was so beautiful.

"Watch the road." Song Shiyu gave a warning, and turned into the fork with his younger brother.

An old man sat on an old recliner with his eyes closed, listening to the radio quietly.I don't know what tune is sung on the radio, I can't hear it clearly.

"Mr. Li." Song Shiyu called out respectfully.

"Hello, Mr. Li." Song Shiyan shouted, his voice was tender, but his tone was imitated.

The old man opened his eyes, and there was not much expression on his thin face, but his eyes were gentle, "Here we come."

Song Shiyu nodded.

The follower also nodded greatly, and added: "Here we come."

Old man Li stretched out his rough and shriveled hands to touch Xiao Si's head, which was regarded as a compliment, and Xiao Si also puffed out his chest in a very respectful way, expressing that I accepted your appreciation.

Then I saw old man Li stand up slowly and walk into the open shop behind him.

Song Shiyu glanced at the old bicycle tire hanging on the wall at the entrance, it wasn't the one from a few days ago, it must have been replaced by someone else.

Because there were no windows, the shop was a bit dark, so old man Li turned on the light as soon as he entered, and the dark room suddenly became clear.This is a small repair shop, with high shelves on both walls, various parts are placed here and there, directly opposite to the backyard, separated by a thin old curtain with patches With this, little effect is better than nothing.

In the middle of the table is an invisible Eight Immortals table. The original magnificence can be faintly seen from the hollowed-out plaid decoration, but no matter how glamorous it is, it is now just a repair table.

Song Shiyu was standing beside the table, respectful and solemn.

Old man Li held a wooden box in both hands and gently placed it on the table. Regardless of his rough appearance, the movements of his hands were unbelievably dexterous. In a blink of an eye, a screwdriver removed the partition on the back of the box. .

Inside, it seems to have opened the door to a new world, mysterious and beautiful.

"Repair the radio again?" Xiao Si took out a toffee from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth, muttering indistinctly, but this did not prevent him from expressing his little knowledge.

The solemn and solemn atmosphere burst out with a bang.

This is the radio being repaired, the fifth radio repaired in front of Song Shiyu, Xiao Si has seen him five times, no wonder he speaks the truth.

"Take your dragonfly out to eat candy." Song Shiyu became angry from embarrassment, and threw out the guy who ruined the atmosphere with a straight face.