child prodigy at eighty

On the last day of summer vacation, Song Shiyu packed the schoolbag for tomorrow's school early. In fact, there was nothing to pack. The new book hadn't been released yet, so it was just a notebook with summer homework and an iron pencil case, put it in and it was done.

The second son, Song Shifeng, was just the opposite. He played like crazy for a whole summer vacation, barely doing his homework, and was lying on the table frantically making up his homework.

"Second brother, who knows this word, can't you write it well?" Song Shiyu endured it and still didn't read it.

"No one will read the homework, just drag it up, don't worry about it." Song Shifeng underestimated impatiently.

"Second brother, the writing is really ugly." The fourth son and the third son's respondent also looked disgusted, annoyed Song Shifeng, and drove people out like flies, "Just go and play, don't stop me from writing Operation."

"Second, go sell scraps with me." At this time, the mother outside the door thought he was not busy enough, so she called for help.

"Let Xiao San go, I'm doing my homework!" Song Shifeng thought it was just right, and he opened his mouth to assign someone.Turning to the two little ones, she said, "Let our mother sell you popsicles and cream ones, go quickly."

As soon as Xiaosi heard that Popsicle doesn't care about beauty or ugliness, she dragged Sange out and shouted loudly as she walked, "Mom, let's help."

Outside the door, there was a pile of cardboard boxes, wine bottles, broken glass, and rotten wire that had been stored for a long time, all of which were sorted by Comrade Liu Erhua.Little Four Song Shiyan picked up the least bundle of iron wires with keen eyesight, and looked at his mother with a smile: "Mom, I'm going to work."

"Working? I think you want popsicles!" Liu Erhua laughed.

Xiaosi chuckled, jumped and ran forward.

Song Shiyu picked up the bag containing the wine bottles and followed closely, sweating all over after a while.Liu Erhua wanted to change it with him several times, but he insisted on not agreeing. He stopped and stopped all the way for the dozen or so bottles, and finally almost dragged them to the scrap yard.Fortunately, the quality of the bottle is quite good, and it is not broken. If it is broken, it can only be sold as broken glass, which is worthless.

Liu Erhua stared at the waste collectors and picked up all the bottles. Different bottles have different prices, so you have to look at them one by one.The adults were busy, and the two younger ones were groping around in the scrap yard. Song Shiyu thought it was dirty, so he just looked at it, but the younger one couldn't stay idle, and began to writhe quietly.

There are a lot of waste and old things in the waste station, plastic products with broken pots and bowls with iron lumps and no color can be seen, and I don’t know what to do with recycling.

"Third brother, third brother, look!" The youngest squatted not far away, holding up a shiny object and exclaimed in surprise.

The child's exclamation alarmed the adults, and the old man at the purchase station thought he had found something good, so he turned around quickly to see what it was, and immediately smiled.

Song Shiyu glanced at it, but it was just a metal button, and said, "Don't eat it in your mouth, it's dirty."

Then Xiao Si found a small piece of pencil that was worn bald, half of the villain's album missing, and a small wooden horse with missing legs and paint. Song Shiyu was afraid that he would be knocked down, so he kept following two steps away.

Suddenly, Song Shiyu found an unremarkable stone in a pile of sundries, it was very dirty, the dust was half a finger thick, and it looked very ugly.Looking down carefully, he found a ball of paper and rubbed it again, smiling.

nice one.

Then he saw several black stones nearby.

Now he doesn't think it's dirty any more, so he took the waste paper and brought the things in front of the waste boss: "Grandpa, how much is this?"

"Grandpa still has this." Xiao Si also asked, holding up the treasure he found.The two teenagers, one big and one small, all stared at the old man collecting waste.

Although I didn't know what being cute was, but these two had already learned it without a teacher, and the old man's heart trembled because of his cuteness.The old man who has always been picky, searched, and searched for every detail softened for some reason, since it is not a good thing anyway, he waved his hand: "I will see you off."

"Thank you, grandpa." Xiao Si added another handful of sugar crisply.

The old man had a smile on his face.

The scraps were sold for a total of twenty-four cents. Song Shiyu insisted that his mother not want a penny, and he also said clearly: "Grandpa, these are inkstones and ink ingots. No one is using them now, so I can't ask for them for nothing. Do you think it will work when we exchange it with scrap products?"

"I didn't know it was an inkstone. It's been thrown there for a long time. Here it is, good boy." The old man smiled appropriately.

Even if the old man told him to give it to him, Song Shiyu still insisted that he didn't want the money for selling the scrap.It's okay to say he's stupid and generous, but anyway, he just feels that he can't just take advantage of others.

What else could Liu Erhua say?She watched her twenty cents go into someone else's pocket, but her son stuffed it in himself, what else could she do!

Liu Erhua ordered the little brat, "Your butter popsicles are gone."

"Ah?" Xiaosi was dumbfounded...

On the way home, Xiaosi, who didn't get any popsicles, was as upset as Liu Erhua, who had been there for nothing. One was five years old and the other was forty.

Middle-aged people can't help nagging, especially when he did this kind of thing of giving away money for free. Liu Erhua nagged all the way, talking about everything that can be bought for two cents, and finally changed to useless ones. Broken stuff, no loss.

Song Shiyu hugged the inkstone happily, and didn't pay attention to what she said at all. He was in a good mood of not having to smell the smell anymore, and he couldn't hear anything else.

He still can't tell what kind of inkstone it is, and he has to clean it carefully to find out, but he felt the ink ingot as soon as he got it in his hands. The texture inside is hard, moist and smooth, and the sound is clear and crisp when tapped with a finger, which is considered a very good thing.I don't know why it ended up in the scrap yard, and even the inkstone was ruined like this.

While Liu Erhua was nagging, she couldn't help but wait for him to say something nice, but the kid was so happy that he didn't hear a word until he got home.For the 120th time, she regretted why she didn't have a daughter!It's the girl who clearly said she was pregnant!

Song Shiyu didn't know what his mother was thinking. As soon as he entered the house, he began to tidy up the invisible inkstone, soaking and washing it for a long time.

Finally, its original appearance was finally washed out. It was a very ancient stone inkstone, not a famous product but an old object.

After getting the inkstone and good ink, Song Shiyu's enthusiasm for calligraphy practice was unprecedentedly high, and he wrote ten extra big characters in one night, which made Xiaosi Song Shiyan want to cry.What sweet ink and ugly ink, I just want to play with paper airplanes!

The happy summer vacation was over, and the second and third children of the Song family were kicked into the big cage of the school. The fourth child was under the age, but had to go to preschool.The boss graduated from high school, and there was no hope for university. Fortunately, he finished high school anyway, and was recruited by the meat joint factory.

Early in the morning, a family of six went out, and other neighbors also left at this time. Everyone went to work, went to school, and went to school, and the lively Tongzilou was more than half empty in an instant.

Song Shiyu was sitting in the classroom, and the teacher on the podium was spitting, but he couldn't understand a word, and his mind had already wandered into the sky.

He has already finished flipping through the books in the third grade of elementary school. These are extremely simple for him, and he can't hear the flowers even if he listens carefully.

A few mischievous people in the back row are planning an escape between classes, and they meet to go outside to catch fish.This is not the first time he heard it. He used to find it very boring, but now he suddenly felt that catching fish seemed quite interesting.

Then Song Shiyu skipped class for the first time ever.Of course, he made an excuse, saying that he had a stomachache.

He just made excuses, he didn't know how to play it, and he said that he had a stomachache, which made the teacher suspect that he was lying.Fortunately, he has always been a good student, so he was sent home without much thought.

Song Shiyu went to watch them catch fish, but he just watched from a distance with his hands behind his back, absolutely not going into the water. After watching for a while, he felt bored, and turned around and ran to the repair shop again.

Old man Li was not there, but at the intersection not far away, Gu Weifeng set up a small stall and was repairing a bicycle with a broken chain, with a serious and serious expression on his face.Seeing him coming, doubts flashed across his face, "Why didn't you go to school?"

"Didn't you also skip class?" Song Shiyu squatted down to watch him repair bicycles.

The owner of the bicycle, an elderly bald man, raised his eyebrows when he saw two teenagers skipping classes: "Are you all skipping classes?"