Yesterday the wind (2)

We go to school a child has been on the Cultural Revolution began, to not be the last. The Hui people's children are unable to attend school. Young age, they begin to do business. With us the same age, almost too tall, Kua small baskets traveling salesman hawking: "pimple stack, a divided one, eat the top bun, the day hungry."

"Stacks" is a big meaning, "knots Stacks" is actually made of lump sugar and noodles. Or they sell "stir sugar", a toothpick with two more taffy-like bamboo stir the play, had enough to eat up. Years in private business that is being looked down on, and Han's children also learn to look down on Muslim children. Look down look down upon return, bullying is not acceptable. Muslim children are severe, the heart of Qi, a hands-on is a bunch together. And the guy dared to touch a tender age, wild! Once we catch crickets in the vegetable plots outside the city, he just was that they "rob" the Road, to the few of us grabbed all the spoils go, harm the children cry Titi even alerted the parents.

Speaking of catch crickets, but the little boy who was the favorite thing. Cutting torch banner night in the yard hole in the wall, digging irrigation wild during the day. Best to catch the broken piece or stone seats, the most difficult to catch the rubble: the more cricket dig faster drilling. Catch came on the struggle, who formidable as the "King" went to "fish the old man." "Fish the old man" is our neighbor Lane Yu grandfather, Remarkable! Do not know how old, bearded white eyebrows are all, naturally white hair, the most te-colored hair was Grandpa was a big queue! Great people say, it was left to the Qing, is "Long Live Ye," a relic of the idea want. Grandpa support of cricket in the most powerful, those who can fight him, he must leave other people's cricket! Of course not white to be, he will send you a beautiful cricket can be exchanged. There is now sold, they were extremely rare in the crock pot. That crock pot can help people get lost a few days can not sleep! ,

Always fond of children and more time at Grandpa will be proud of a victory moved the beard to laugh, or patting the children's head, said: "go catch, Secretary of the cask waiting for you." Lose more the children there is some smell also wondering: So every time with our grandfather fought in the wheels of war are, in turn from weak to strong, until victory. The cunning old man!

We all control "fish the old man" is "in the God of" our fathers can also call him "the Secretary"! Very laissez-faire. Great people say: What about chaos, then you have to ask someone to Ye, "the Secretary"!

Ye house next to the stone tablet on the back door, is the single detached homes. He not only support good cricket, but also goldfish. Large yard at home, in the yard with 45 large fish tank display, tile, and there is half the height. Spring, summer and autumn the elderly carrying a fish and insects common network, led a grandson or great-grandsons do not know the little boy to the moat fleas are caught, of course, feeding goldfish. The Secretary of the goldfish Daoshi very generous, annual production of fish fry of the season as long as kids go, he sent a small goldfish to them. Wanted to come to this at the Qing Ye that was a venerable old, Kozo rooms are some banner's charm.

When the Cultural Revolution, I have ten years younger, was "revolutionary", Beilin has been smashed, the door no one asked us to become a good place downtown mix. Although I always feel there is very dark, his mind there must expel the legend about the ghost fox, however together a bunch of mixed kid is afraid of, they have to shore up.

One day in the forest of steles backyard, in a Red Guards push rickety stone saw him before the old heap,
- God of eyes closed in, his hand across Beishang words in reading, in Yaotouhuangnao to read, read with great interest. Very hard, face the vicissitudes of life, there is a complex untold Qiyun! Elderly long braids already Xi Luo, became Xiao Bian. Looking to eyelids relaxation, probably opened too laborious; but the reading was clear, reading was self-assured, read with old gas.
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Memories of a few years I always unconsciously paved the background of the touch of the day, such as blood, setting sun, so it must seem worthy of the elderly share of the tragic.

- In fact, it was a cloudy day. A few days after the Secretary of "walking", said the "die a natural death," so a Lao Shenxian