The sun is coming

Yuan Dajun's lovelorn this time directly affected Su Shangzhe's life.Games are a child's nature. It's hard for someone to bring something that I haven't played before, and it suddenly disappears like this. I must feel uncomfortable.On the third day when Yuan Dajun didn't come to look for him, Su Shangzhe finally walked to his compound with a stick and hammer.Unsurprisingly, Yuan Dajun was playing glass balls with his butt pouted. Because of the hot weather, his forehead was wiped with dirty hands, leaving streaks of mud.

Su Shangzhe didn't say much, walked directly in front of him, condescendingly hit him on the head with a cattail hammer, puffed his cheeks and looked at the glass beads in his pocket.This is the first time he has done something to someone who is not from his own family, and judging by the situation of his attack, it should be regarded as very intimate.

Su Shangzhe's small face was too clean, probably because of "traveling a long distance" for a while today, there was still some blush on his cheeks.But no matter how good-looking it is, it is still a boy baby, and his mother no longer gives birth to girl dolls.And when he went back that day, Yuan Dajun slapped Yuan Yongshe as usual.Although I have to be slapped every time for stealing a bicycle, but after my heart was broken that day, I felt suffocated in my heart.Now that breath is still suffocating in my heart.Thinking of this, Yuan Dajun waved his hands impatiently and said, "Go aside, I'm busy."

How could the young master have suffered such grievances? Seeing that he really ignored him, he lost his temper and stepped on his glass ball into the soil.Still felt that it was not enough, and kicked the others away.Children don't care if you are white or not, seeing the glass ball being kicked and disappearing, they pushed Su Shangzhe and scolded, "What are you doing, you pay for it!!"

The child who was a little over five years old immediately fell to the ground with a buttock.

The little guy is amazing, he has always played the role of others at home.It's Su Jianzhi's father, who dares to cry and slap Su Shangzhe when he is unhappy.Seeing that he was beaten by others, he got up and started to fight with the other party, but he was small and small, no matter where his opponent was, he was pushed down to the ground in two or three strokes.The person above pointed at him and taught him a lesson: "Little white face, don't think that your brother is Su Dawu and we are afraid of you!"

The children followed suit, "Su Dawu, Su Dawu, my brother is wearing baby pants. When Dawu pouted, my brother showed his big butt."

The little guy was so wronged that tears rolled in his eyes.The pain in the body is pain, but he gritted his teeth and didn't cry, and he didn't relax his hands, and greeted the kid on the body with effort.A group of children who wished the world would be in chaos shouted and cheered: "Hit, hit, the little boy is still scratching his face like a woman, ah ha ha!"

No matter how young a person is, he can hear good words. Su Shangzhe is very happy to be praised for his beauty, but it is another matter to say that he is a pretty boy.After all, he is a small boy, and he failed to catch the opponent's face after fishing for a few times, and was booed by the crowd again. He cried out with a "wow", and scolded at the same time: "Dahei is a big villain, woohoo, you are all big Badass."

This method of scolding was too literary and artistic, but it was these few cat-like cries of grievance that still scratched Yuan Dajun's heart.In any case, he was the one who provoked him first, and he was the one who didn't give others a good face. It seemed that this approach was not socialist enough, and it also damaged his image as the boss.

After all, Yuan Dajun didn't look at it coldly, and pushed the man above him down, and pulled up the man below who was crying so much that his eyelashes were wet and sand was in his mouth, and he even patted the dirt himself, and wiped his tongue with his dirty hands Shouting at the people beside him: "Get out of here!"

At the same time, he took out a glass ball from his pocket and threw it viciously, "Give it to your mother!"

Look, this is the real curse.What was even worse was still to come. The boy who was thrown raised his sleeve and wiped his nose and cursed: "You fucker ball!"

"You fucking ball!"

"Your mother's head, like a ball, kicked to the gate building."

Yuan Dajun retorted: "Everyone, come and see, his mother is a yam egg! His father was born to sell sweet potatoes, and no one can mend the rotten crotch."

The child next to him yelled: "Benefits, fifty cents, your father is so angry that he dances."

The scolding developed to the end and became "Whoever scolds me, I will give it back!"

"Whoever gives back to me will give back to whom."

"Return to you!"

"Return to you!"

At this stage, the scolding war is basically over.After countless times of "returning to you", the two "cut" each other disdainfully, neither looking at the other.Afterwards, those who were watching the fun dispersed all of a sudden.

Although the scolding battle was lively, it couldn't make up for Su Shangzhe's grievance of being bullied. The tears fell, and Yuan Dajun wished to send his own flesh to him, begging him to take a bite to relieve his hatred.How can there be someone who can cry so well, and cry so beautifully.It's not like Xiao Dan in his own yard, who has a big nose when he cries.Look at this one in front of him, with his little red mouth slightly open, hiccupping occasionally, his eyelashes sticking together wet, his face is streaked with tears, his face was wiped from the fall just now, there are a few shallow lines The gray marks on his face looked very much like a little tabby cat, but he looked at Yuan Dajun with hateful eyes, like a wolf cub.

Yuan Dajun was frightened by the look, and took the initiative to take out the glass balls in his pocket and said, "Don't cry, I'll give you five."

"I don't want it, woo woo." Pat off, rejecting.

Yuan Dajun picked it up with a good temper, "I will take you to play with me in the future."

"Woo, I don't want to... play with you, big villain." Rejected.

Yuan Dajun gritted his teeth, stuffed all the glass balls into his hands, and was ready for him to throw them out and pick them back up again, and he thought that if he threw them again, he wouldn't coax them.He doesn't have a younger sister, so what's the point of fawning on her?As a result, Su Shangzhe carefully put it in his pocket while crying.Yuan Dajun looked at his pockets and his hands, feeling a little distressed. Fifteen of them cost a few cents.

Su Shangzhe cried and pointed to his pants, "Woo, dirt."

Bend over and pat clean.

Pointing to his arm, "Wow, it hurts."

Rolling up the fat sleeves, oh, there is a bruise on Bai Nennen's arm.Yuan Dajun's heart skipped a beat, and immediately there was a scene of Su Shangwu beating someone with clenched fists.Rubbing and blowing quickly, Yuan Dajun said with a sullen face: "When children fight, you can't tell your family members. Your brother is already in junior high school. If he comes back to beat us, he will really not play with you in the future." gone."

This time Su Shangzhe nodded his head, and said in tears, "I want to pick the stick and hammer."

"What do you want that thing for?" Yuan Yongshe said, and then secretly rode his bicycle out of the city, breaking his dog legs.

"Woooooo."

"If you want it, you should stop crying. If my dad sees it, he should scold me." Yuan Dajun led him forward, thinking where he could pick more.

This time I didn't go far, and I met the group of people who scolded each other just now.One of them went all the way and shouted at Yuan Dajun: "Come here, the school is about to register."

As soon as the voice fell off the loudspeaker, it started to broadcast. It was a bit of a literary accent. Yuan Dajun didn't understand it, but he understood the main points.It is Chairman Mao who cares about the flowers of the motherland. Children who have reached the age of seven in each compound must go to school this autumn.The children were very excited. I saw the students in the school carrying small stools and wearing red armbands and sometimes military caps. I was very envious.Yuan Dajun squeezed in, and saw that the middle-aged female teacher wearing glasses in his courtyard was surrounded by the middle-aged female teacher who was taking the test for these children who volunteered to sign up.

The request is not difficult, everyone has to count from one to one hundred.Some children couldn't do it, so they turned their heads and went home to find their mother and go to school to sign up.Some children are taught by their families, and they can memorize it smoothly from beginning to end.Yuan Dajun ran wildly for several years, but Yuan Yongshe's slap was not for nothing, and he finally remembered a few numbers.When the children finished reciting, the female teacher looked at this side, and Yuan Dajun turned his hands behind his back and started counting from 1.It was fine before, but I don't know why the next one is 69 when it reaches 50. After three rounds like this, it can't pass the threshold of 69. Some mischievous children started to laugh, and Yuan Dajun blushed anxiously.Su Shangzhe tugged at Yuan Dajun's sleeve to wipe away the snot from crying, and when he counted to 69, he whispered, "70."

What is instant charcoal?This is.One count saved Yuan Dajun's embarrassment.He raised his sleeve and wiped his forehead, and it reached a hundred smoothly.Looking down at Duoduo, the eyes are kind, and I can't wait to hug her and kiss her.

The female teacher turned her head to look at Su Shangzhe, whose eyelashes were still wet, and asked, "What's your name? How old is it? It's so clean!"

"Su Shangzhe." Su Shangzhe turned his head to look at Yuan Dajun, and then falsely reported his age without changing his face: "Six and a half years old."

"Almost, what are you carrying?"

"Counting, and reciting poems."

Counting was a piece of cake for Su Shangzhe. Not only did he recite one hundred, but he also recited five Tang poems for the female teacher without stopping. The female teacher was so happy that she patted his head and said that she wanted this student.

This trip didn’t yield anything, but little Su Shangzhe found his goal—he didn’t want to go for a bird walk with his grandpa, he wanted to go to school with his brothers and sisters, and he wanted to go home in a neat line like other children, wearing a red scarf.Every time he saw that scene, he forgot to continue eating the candied haws in his hand.

When she went back, Shang Anqi was thinking about the movements of the newly choreographed dance, and Su Shangzhe grabbed her sleeve and said twice that she had to go to school before returning to her senses from the dance.The old man said from the side: "I'm only a little over five years old, a bit early."

Shang Anqi didn't think so, she lowered her head and asked her son, "Why do you want to go to school?"

Su Shangzhe was also quite straightforward, "Grandpa doesn't know how to play with Duoduo, grandpa is an idiot. Kids play with Duoduo."

"Hey, little white-eyed wolf, grandpa loves you for nothing."

Su Shangzhe hugged Shang Anqi's leg, pursed his mouth and leaned towards the old man, and was pinched as a joke.

"Tie it up again and hang it with soy sauce."

"Hmph!" The little guy was not afraid, and wrinkled his nose.

"I think it's okay, I should go to the kindergarten, and if I can't keep up, I will repeat the grade." Shang Anqi hit the board after thinking about it.Regardless of how Shang Anqi encouraged Su Jianzhi to find an acquaintance to put his youngest son in later, Su Shangzhe still started his primary school life early.