Another early morning, Comrade Xu woke up at dawn, looked at the sky outside the window, and started to get up. When he got up, he felt that his body was still a little tired. His current 17-year-old body was still a little immature.
I feel tired from all the work I have been doing in the past two days, plus staying up late.
He frowned, but soon let out a sigh of relief, cheered up, got dressed, and put on his shoes.
He believed that it wouldn't be long before his body could adapt to such a life.
Youth... is capital!
Daily labor will only make his body stronger quickly.
Xu Tonglin must also be tired. The sound of Xu Tongdao getting up today did not wake him up. After Xu Tongdao got up, when he took his toothbrush and towel and went out, Xu Tonglin was still sleeping deeply in bed.
Outside, the morning air is very fresh.
Comrade Xu, who had just come out of the room, smelled the fresh air outside, and his brain, which was still a little groggy, quickly became sober.
The yard was still quiet except for the kitchen door of the landlord's house. The landlord, Uncle Li, was boiling water with a coal stove. When he saw Comrade Xu coming out, Uncle Li smiled and greeted warmly: "Hey, Xiao Xu is up? Do you want to boil water?"
I have just boiled two bottles, please take one and use it!"
Comrade Xu smiled back, "Okay! I'll take it after washing my face! Thank you!"
"Hey, when we rented the house, we agreed to give you a bottle of boiled water every day! Thank you for what? You should, you should! By the way, are you used to living here these days?"
"Well, I'm used to it! It's good!"
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While washing his face under the faucet, Xu Tongdao was stung again and took a breath of cold air, which came from the pad of his right index finger.
Enduring the pain, he wrung out the towel and wiped his face. Xu frowned and looked at the pad of his right index finger again.
He was stung last night, but it was already late at night and the moonlight was not very bright, so he did not see clearly the bamboo thorn that pierced his fingertips.
However, it was getting brighter now and his eyesight was quite good. When he took a closer look, he saw a bamboo thorn thinner than a hair embedded in the flesh of his finger.
But it was just such a thin bamboo thorn. Although it was very thin and short, if he accidentally touched it, the pain would make him gasp.
He used the index finger and thumb of his left hand to pick up the tail of the bamboo thorn. He tried to pull it out with his own fingers, but it seemed hopeless.
With a slight wry smile, Comrade Xu turned to Uncle Li and asked with a smile, "Grandpa Li, do you have needles for sewing clothes at home? Can you lend them to me?"
He estimated that Uncle Li's house should have needlework.
Because Uncle Li's wife is still there, according to Xu Tongdao's experience, old ladies who have been in their old age usually have the habit of sewing and mending by themselves, and they usually have needles and threads at home.
Uncle Li was very surprised, "Needles for sewing clothes? Yes! Yes! Are your clothes torn? Why don't you take them off and I'll ask my wife to mend them for you!"
Uncle Li is very enthusiastic.
Tongdao Xu smiled bitterly and stretched out his right hand to show him, "No! Grandpa Li, I poked a bamboo thorn in my hand, so I want to borrow a needle to see if I can pick out the thorn."
"Yo? There's a thorn in your hand? That's not easy to choose! Just wait! I'll get you a needle right now! Oh! Why are you so careless, kid! It's really..."
Uncle Li chattered and staggered back home to get the needle.
Tongdao Xu smiled and waited there. It was his first time renting a house in the county town, and he was in a good mood to meet such an enthusiastic landlord as Uncle Li.
The old man was not looking for things very quickly. Tongdao Xu waited at the kitchen door for a long time before he saw Uncle Li and his wife coming out of the house.
Comrade Xu could hear Uncle Li talking to the old lady from a distance: "When you pick on Xiao Xu later, remember to be gentle! 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 still need to remind me? You are the only one who talks a lot!"
Seeing the old lady coming to help, Comrade Xu was a little surprised and touched, and he quickly stepped forward to greet them.
"Where is it? Xiao Xu! Tell grandma, where is the thorn on your hand? Grandma will help you pick it out. You are young and your experience in picking out thorns is definitely not as rich as grandma's. Let grandma help you!"
The old lady's attitude towards Comrade Xu is much better than that towards her wife.
His tone was kind and his face was kind.
This made Xu Tongdao, who had never enjoyed his grandma's love since childhood, feel warm in his heart.
"Hey, okay! Here it is! Thank you, grandma!"
Comrade Xu lowered his voice and did not refuse the old lady's kindness. He stretched out his right hand in front of her and pointed to the place where the bamboo thorns were pierced.
pity……
The old lady may have had a lot of experience in finding faults in the past, but she seemed to have forgotten that her eyes were already dim. She frowned, grabbed Comrade Xu's right hand, turned it over and over, and her eyes were narrowed into two slits.
Still can’t see where the bamboo thorn is…
"This, this...I, I didn't see the thorn...Xiao Xu, are you sure you really had a thorn on your hand? Ah?"
The old lady frowned and looked very distressed.
Comrade Xu laughed dumbly, but he was still moved in his heart.
"Grandma! If you can't see it, just give me the needle! I'll try it myself!"
"Okay, okay! Oh, old man! My eyes are useless..."
The old lady sighed with emotion and handed the sewing needle in her hand to Mr. Xu. There was a black thread threaded on the needle.
"Thank you grandma!"
Tongdao Xu took the needle and thread, recalled how his mother helped him pick out the thorns on his hands when he was a child, and awkwardly began to pick out the thorns for himself.
It was really clumsy! Mainly because the bamboo thorn pricked his right hand, so he could only hold the sewing needle with his left hand.
But he is not left-handed, and he can hold needles with his left hand...how can he be so flexible?
No, he squinted his eyes and carefully used the tip of the needle on the pad of his right index finger, scratching and poking it for a long time. He poked a small hole in the pad of his finger, and a little blood spilled out.
The bamboo thorn was still firmly embedded in his flesh.
There is a sense of irony: when the mountain flowers are in full bloom, they will laugh in the bushes.
Uncle Li and the old lady looked on anxiously and kept teaching him how to pick out the thorns. However, Xu Tongdao's left hand was not very good and he just couldn't pick out the thin bamboo thorns.
Suddenly, the old lady shouted in surprise: "Eh? Chunlan, are you out? Great! Great! Come over here, come over here! Come over and help Xiao Xu pick out the thorns on his hands! Haha, this kid has good eyes."
, you can definitely see where the thorn is..."
Chunlan?
Xu Tongdao subconsciously looked towards the room where the twin sisters lived, and sure enough he saw the fair-skinned, oval-faced girl with shawl-length hair, Wei Chunlan, whom he had seen once the night before.
The sister of the twins?
She was still so easily shy. When Comrade Xu looked over, her face turned red again, but she still managed a smile and responded crisply, "Oh, okay! What's the thorn? I may not be able to pick it out.
of……"
In response to the words, Wei Chunlan was already walking towards this side quickly, her fair face becoming even more attractive due to the blush...