Yi Jingchen feels that he is really old, and the images that often come to mind recently are the pictures of his childhood, glass marbles, taking pictures, spinning tops, and flying dragonflies with bamboo sticks can be crazy for an afternoon.
At that time, there were almost no cars on the street, and the summer was not as hot as it is now. When the dragonflies were spinning low, he and his friends swat the dragonflies with bamboo leaves that had fallen off, and they could catch a bag full in one afternoon. Bringing it home and pouring it into the chicken coop is considered a contribution to the family.
In addition to catching dragonflies, one of the most common things to do is to catch cicadas. Take the used washing powder bag, sew it on the bamboo strip in an oval shape, and then insert it on the top of the thin bamboo pole is a good tool for catching cicadas. Carrying bamboo poles to search for the tree that cicadas sing the most, it is always rewarding. If you catch the cicadas, cut off the tail and leave the head, deep-fry them in a frying pan, sprinkle with fresh spicy powder, it is a very good snack.
Another fried snack is the crab in the creek. Catch crabs at night. Along the creek with my friends, holding a flashlight, I broke a stone. The crabs were caught off guard and hid in the crevices of the stones. The stream water is clear, and the crab is at most the size of a coin, so you are not afraid of being caught by it. When I got home, I wrapped it in flour and fried it, and there was an extra side dish on the table.
What was Yan Xi doing at that time?
Oh, by the way, she told him that she likes to collect used infusion tubes, stuff them with bright wool, and make them into bracelets to wear on her hands. Or do all kinds of handicrafts. Those white plastic tubes can be woven into various small animals in her hands, such as goldfish, shrimp, swallows Hanging them on keys was a fashionable decoration at that time.
Keys are not used much now, they are all combination locks. He remembered that on the key of the old house was the key chain given to him by Yan Xi - two goldfish made of infusion tubes.
He got up and got out of bed, rummaged through the boxes and cabinets, but couldn't find the key.
In a hurry, he called his son: "Did you see my key?"
The son felt strange, the house is full of combination locks, so where is the key? Recently, my father has become more and more strange. He only thinks about things from a long time ago. Many of those things have never appeared in his memory, and even in his life, they are too far away.
"What key?"
"The key to the old house."
The son said: "The house is gone, why do you need the key?"
"Where's my key?" He hid his feet like a child and was about to cry.
"Don't worry, look for it slowly." The son comforted, "I'll be there in a while, and I'll help you find it when I get there."
He hung up the phone, put out every piece of clothing in the closet, and finally found it in a tin box. The originally white and transparent little goldfish has turned yellow, its soft tail has become stiff, and its blue eyes are not as pure as yours before, but fortunately-it is still there!
The two little goldfish cuddled tightly together. Over the years, through vicissitudes, they have never been separated.
He once asked her: "Why fish?"
She replied: "It means being like a fish in water, and it is a good omen."
He had a smirk on his face, with ulterior motives: "Why are there two?"
She was frank and frank: "It's a pair!"
Tears wet the eyes.
The door was gently pushed open, is Yan Xi back?
It would be great if I could sit face to face with her at the end of my life and talk about the past together (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com