Return To 1998

Another early morning, Xu Tongdao woke up at dawn, looking at the sky outside the window, he started to get up. When he got up, he felt a little tired. His current 17-year-old body is still a little immature. The work of the last two days, plus staying up late, I feel tired.

　　 He frowned, but he breathed out a sulky breath quickly, cheered up and dressed and put on shoes.

　　 He believes that it will not be long before his body can adapt to such a life.

　　Young...is capital!

　　 Daily labor will only make his body become stronger quickly.

　　 Xu Tonglin should also be tired. The movement of Xu Tongdao waking up today did not wake him up. After Xu Tongdao got up, when he took a toothbrush and towel to go out, Xu Tonglin still fell asleep in bed.

　　Outside the house, the morning air is very fresh.

　　 Xu Tongdao, who just came out of the room, smelled the fresh air outside, and his brain, which was still a little groggy, quickly became sober.

The yard is still very quiet. Only the door of the landlord’s kitchen. The landlord Uncle Li is boiling water on a coal stove. When he sees Xu Tongdao coming out, Uncle Li smiles and greets enthusiastically: "Oh, Xiao Xu is up? Do you want to boil water?" I just burned two bottles, you can take one and use it!"

　　Xu Tongdao replied with a smile, "Okay! I will take it after washing my face! Thank you!"

　　 "Hey, when I rented a house, I promised to give you a bottle of boiled water every day! Thank you? You should, you should! By the way, are you still used to living here these few days?"

　　 "Well, used to it! Very good!"

　　...

　　While washing his face under the faucet, Xu Tongdao took another breath of cold air from the stinging pain, which was still coming from the pad of the index finger of his right hand.

　　 Enduring the pain, wringing out the towel and wiping his face, Xu Tongdao frowned and checked the pad of his right index finger again.

　　 He was stabbed a bit last night, but it was late at night and the moonlight was not very bright. He did not see the bamboo thorns that pierced his fingertips.

　　 However, now the sky is bright, and his eyes look good. Upon closer inspection, he saw a bamboo thorn that was thinner than a hair embedded in the flesh of his fingertips.

　　 But it's just such a thin bamboo thorn, although it is very thin and short, but if you touch it carelessly, it hurts him to breathe in the air.

　　 He used his left index finger and thumb together to squeeze the tail. He couldn't squeeze the tail of the bamboo thorn at all. He wanted to pull it out with his fingers. It seemed hopeless.

　　 With a wry smile, Xu Tongdao turned and smiled and asked Uncle Li, "Grandpa Li, do you have a needle for sewing clothes at home? Can you lend me some?"

　　 He estimated that Uncle Li's house should have needles and threads.

　　Because Uncle Li’s wife is still there, according to Xu Tongdao’s experience, old ladies in their entire lives generally have the habit of sewing and mending themselves, and they usually have needles and threads at home.

　　 Uncle Li was surprised, "The needles used to sew clothes? Yes! Yes! Are your clothes torn? Or take your clothes off, and I will let my wife make up for you!"

　　 Uncle Li is very enthusiastic.

　　Xu Tongdao smiled bitterly and stretched out his right hand to show him, "No! Grandpa Li, I poke a bamboo thorn in my hand, so I want to borrow a needle to see if I can pick this thorn out."

　　 "Oh? A thorn in your hand? That's not easy to pick! You wait! I'll get the needle for you! Alas! Why are you kid so careless! Really..."

　　 Uncle Li babbled, staggered, and went home to get the needle.

　　Xu Tongdao smiled and waited there. The first time he rented a house in the county, he was in a good mood to meet a enthusiastic landlord like Uncle Li.

　　 The old man was not fast looking for things. Xu Tongdao waited for a long time at the kitchen door before he saw Uncle Li and his wife come out of the house.

　　Tongdao Xu heard from far away Uncle Li talking to the old lady: "When you help Xiao Xu pick the prick, remember to be lighter! Don't make Xiao Xu hurt..."

　　 The old lady's answer was much more concise, but her tone was a little impatient, "I know, I know! Do you need to remind you? Just talk a lot!"

　　 Seeing the old lady also come to help, Xu Tongdao was a little surprised and moved, and hurried forward to welcome them.

　　 "Where is it? Xiao Xu! Tell your grandma, where are the thorns on your hand? Grandma will help you pick them out. You are young and have less experience in picking thorns. Let grandma help you!"

　　 The attitude of the old lady towards Xu Tongdao is much better than the attitude towards her wife.

　　 has a kind tone and a kind face.

　　 This makes Xu Tongdao's heart warm, who has never enjoyed grandma's pet since childhood.

　　 "Hey, good! Here it is! Thank you grandma!"

　　 Xu Tongdao lowered his voice, did not reject the old lady's kindness, stretched his right hand in front of her, and pointed her finger at the place where the bamboo thorn was stab.

pity…

The old lady may have really rich experience in picking thorns, but she seems to have forgotten that she has long been dim-eyed, frowning, holding Xu Tongdao’s right hand, looking and looking again and again, her eyes have been narrowed into two. I still don’t see where the bamboo thorns are...

　　 "This, this...I, I didn't see the thorn...Xu, are you sure you really got a thorn in your hand? Huh?"

　　 The old lady frowned and her expression was distressed.

　　Xu Tongdao laughed blankly, but still moved in his heart.

　　 "Grandma! You can't see, just give me the needle! I'll try it myself!"

　　 "Okay, okay! Oh, old man! My eyes are out of use..."

　　 The old lady sighed and passed the sewing needle in her hand to Xu Tongdao. A black thread was pierced on this needle.

　　 "Thank you grandma!"

　　 Xu Tongdao took the needle and thread, and recalled how his mother helped him pick a wooden thorn when he was a child, and began to pick himself awkwardly.

　　 is really clumsy! Mainly because the bamboo thorn pierced his right hand, so he pinched the sewing needle...only his left hand.

　　 But he is not left-handed, pinching the needle with his left hand...how can he be flexible?

No, he squinted his eyes and carefully used the tip of the needle on the fingertip of his right index finger. He scratched and prodded it for a while, and he poked a small hole in the fingertip, and the blood overflowed a little. The bamboo thorn is still firmly embedded in his skin and flesh.

　　 There is a sense of irony when the mountain flowers are in bloom.

　　 Uncle Li and the old lady looked anxiously on the sidelines and kept teaching him how to pick the thorns, but Xu Tongdao’s left hand was not easy to use, just couldn’t pick out the thin bamboo thorn.

Suddenly, the old lady yelled in surprise: "Huh? Chunlan, are you out? Great! Great! Come here and come! Come and help Xiao Xu pick the thorn on his hand! Ha ha, this child has good eyes. , You can definitely see where the thorns are..."

　　 Chunlan?

　　Xu Tongdao subconsciously looked at the room where the twin sisters lived, and he saw the fair-skinned, long-haired shawl-faced girl Wei Chunlan that he had seen once the night before.

　　 The sister of the twins?

She is still so easy to be shy. When Xu Tongdao looked over, her face blushed again, but she still squeezed out a smile and responded crisply, "Oh, okay! What thorn? I may not be able to pick it out. of…"

　　 Responding, Wei Chunlan has already walked over here quickly, her white face turned out to be especially alluring because of blushing...