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Rural children born in the mid-1960s, when they saw the opposite sex in the early 1980s, basically had the idea of playing with friends.

In order to buy a red silk scarf for a black and thin girl I like, I put a bamboo basket on my back and a shovel in my hand, and tried my best to pry the wild konjac. I am like a skilled mine detection engineer. I can roughly judge how deep the wild konjac is buried in the ground and how big it is according to the thickness of roots and the size of leaves. As long as there is wild konjac, whether on the cliff or on the thorny grassland, when I think of red silk scarves, I imagine the girl I like standing next to the old locust tree in front of my house, craning her neck and looking out at the village. I am always eager to pry up the wild konjac.

Amorphophallus is all over the mountain, and I am ignorant of the years. I feel that the whole hillside smells of wild konjac hormones. Even if there is only a wild konjac the size of a broad bean, it is not a problem to pry it at the end of the day as long as you rivet hard and work hard.

In order to avoid water volatilization, the wild konjac pried open on the same day must be sent to the Chinese medicine shop for sale on the same day. After sweating for a week, I can almost save enough money to buy a first-class red silk scarf for my heart.

Once, I found several wild konjac trees growing on a grave. I was overjoyed. I climbed to the grave and shoveled it down. Several fat wild konjac were all in the basket. When I went out early the next morning, I heard Aunt Liu screaming at the top of her lungs next door, which "pest" and "skull" had pried her ancestral grave.

The ending after that is naturally sad. It turns out, I remember, the konjac on the grave can't be pried, just like the soil on the lion's den, it can't be moved. But at the sight of the green wild konjac leaves and the thought of the red silk scarf, the girl who waved to me under the old locust tree in my mind forgot everything. I don't know the wild konjac that pried several graves. Anyway, it was the last time I was caught. I was pressed to the ground and slapped my right palm with a thorn. It hurts so much that I have to eat with my left hand for half a month.

Although my hands hurt, I still spent 7 yuan (at that time, 7 yuan could buy 40 kilograms of rice) and bought the red silk scarf with joy.

I'll send it to her and wait for good news.

Three days later, I received an email from the post office. The mail is bulging. When opened, it looks like a red silk scarf. A piece of paper with crooked handwriting is wrapped in a red silk scarf. On the note, my heart ached: "Don't bother me, or I'll show you!" " "I have been smashing wild konjac for 7 days, and my teeth have been beaten everywhere. I only got four or five punctuated coldness.

When I was fifteen or sixteen, I wanted to go out to work. People say I'm underage and don't want me. I want to buy books to study and correspond with pen pals all over the world, so I have to earn money to buy envelopes and pay postage. Therefore, in addition to inciting konjac money, I will also "open up financial resources." Every early summer, I go over mountains and mountains to pick up cicada shells. My home is in the rural orange planting area. Every winter, when the oranges are ripe, I put the orange peel away and dry it, and send it to the Chinese medicine shop with wild konjac and cicada slough. After one year, the income is 30 to 50 yuan, which is safe and secure.

In fact, I firmly believe that the reason why I don't like her rejection is because her father is in the middle.

When Chengdu was liberated, her grandfather was a landlord and a supervisor of the People's Liberation Army Grain Requisition Team. My grandmother is the director of women in the new government and has criticized landlords and parents. There is a gap between the two grandfathers. Two adults don't communicate with each other, and children learn from adults like enemies.

Her mother is a neighbor in our yard and has been married before. When her father is not around, my aunt will come to see me and talk to me about family affairs. I know she has diabetes. According to the old Chinese doctor, wild konjac can lower blood sugar. I gave the wild konjac to my aunt, and she ate it. It really worked.

Once, my aunt went to the mill to grind powder and saw her struggling to carry the burden home. Without saying anything, I took the burden of 100 Jin from her shoulder, carried it on her shoulder and picked it up in front of her house. The burden is heavy. When I was 15 or 16 years old, I was growing up, but I held my breath, straightened my back and carried on with my weight, imagining that menstruation must be watching silently behind me. She felt in her heart that this young man was nice, enthusiastic and energetic, and he was a perfect match for her daughter!

I put the burden on her doorstep, wiped my sweat and flew home without saying hello.

Her brother and I are both children who love learning. To be precise, in order to please her brother, I changed from a child who doesn't like studying to a child who reads books every day (although many times my eyes are fixed on books, my heart is thinking about her). What books does her brother like to read? I went to all Xinhua bookstores nearby and bought his favorite books with the money I got from digging up wild konjac, cicada slough and orange peel. We became friends who talked about everything.

Until one day. He came to me with a lot of books, fell to the ground in anger and said, leave my sister alone, or I'll show you! This sentence, plus the note left by his sister, only has one more word "sister".

From then on, her brother and I became strangers without even saying hello.

The attempt to get close to her through her brother was dashed, and I still have an "evil heart". Her piggery's cowhide vegetable field is connected with my orchard. Every evening, she would go to the fields to pick cowhide vegetables. In order to meet her, I took a pair of scissors for pruning branches and pruned branches tree by tree. I said I was pruning branches, but actually I wanted to stay with her for a while. However, I can't watch her hands idle picking vegetables. So, I cut off the branches. The cowhide vegetables in her field have been picked one after another, while the fruit trees in my family have been cut into thin branches and thick branches, and the fruit trees in that orchard have been cut into "a dead vine, a faint cry" and "a lame monk"

I always thought that my ignorant youth was spent in extreme depression. The girl I like, because her family is poor, because of the grievances of her grandparents, doesn't even have the courage to express her feelings.

/kloc-In the summer of 0/8, a girl from other places met me and stayed with my mother for one night. That night, it came to make trouble and it rained cats and dogs. My straw house is leaking. My mother used almost all the pots, basins, buckets, teapots and other appliances in the house to catch the water leakage on the roof. Seeing this, the girl was busy helping her mother. The apologetic mother kept saying that after the wheat harvest in April and May next year, the roof will be completely renovated and will not leak at all. My mother's promise didn't keep the girl after all. The next morning, when the sun and the moon were still shining in the sky, she left without saying goodbye.

I like one girl after another, but the result is that there is no beginning and the end comes early. Therefore, I envy the good uncle at the foot of the mountain who is five years older than me. Uncle Liang often tells us stories that girls like him.

Uncle Liang has two skills that make girls like him-one is photography and the other is shaving. At that time, there were few "foreign horses" (bicycles), and he had a "28-lap" Phoenix brand foreign horse. Every morning, he combs his hair, hangs a seagull camera on his chest, shaves his belongings, and rides a foreign horse all over the country. Rest wherever it gets dark. He cuts hair and takes family photos for the rest family, even for the host family's accommodation.

There is a lovely girl who has a crush on Uncle Liang. During the first "strike hard" campaign in China from 65438 to 0983, we often heard some unverifiable news. For example, a young man who danced "face to face" in a ballroom was "strict", and a young man and a woman were scolded for holding hands in the street.

The girl who likes Uncle Liang, when pulling rabbit grass on the hillside during the day, hollows out the middle of the haystack surrounded by corn stalks, leaving a space the size of a square table in the haystack, and the haystack becomes a "straw house". The girl stood by the haystack, waiting for Uncle Liang to pass by, and saw Uncle Liang pushing a foreign horse. The girl couldn't say anything, so she dragged Uncle Liang into the haystack. After she went in, she kept saying, our home is so warm! Our home is so warm!

How many times have they made out like this? I don't think they remember. However, twice, it caused great trouble in the city.

They walked out of the haystack for the first time after their date and found that "Yangma" was gone. Before Uncle Liang could feel sad, the girl was so anxious that she scratched the corn leaves on her head and stamped her feet and cried. From then on, Uncle Liang had to go to the countryside to take pictures.

The second time, they changed to a distant haystack date. They were in a good mood when the haystack caught fire. They came out of the haystack in a panic, unkempt and anxious. They only saw two pranksters running around laughing.

There is enough time for the rice to ripen. Because the "foreign horse" was stolen, the girl felt indebted to her uncle. Without telling her parents, the girl bought a permanent bike for her uncle A Liang with the money saved from raising rabbits for three years. She said to Uncle Liang, Do you know why I bought you Forever? I just hope that we can be together forever. The girl also thinks that just buying "foreign horses" is not enough to express her love for Uncle Liang. She thought Uncle Liang was thin and wanted to fatten him up for nothing, so she stole the food from home and sold it while her parents were away, and bought some pork for Uncle Liang to mend her body. Afterwards, the girl's parents knew and went to the police station. Uncle Liang left the stigma of "eating soft rice". Finally, he left all his permanent brand "Yangma" and "Seagull" cameras and his belongings for shaving to the girls, and went to the south by himself, becoming the first batch of people in the village to work in the coastal areas.

Later, in our village, there was a male photographer, a male hairdresser, a female photographer and a female hairdresser, taking their children and riding bicycles around the village. Now, this female photographer who pushed her bicycle from village to village in 1980s, the daughter of a female hairdresser, has opened a wedding photography shop and a beauty salon in the city. She said that she wanted to take a set of wedding photos for her mother who raised herself hard.

But how can a person take a wedding photo?

As for me, I have never seen the girl I like again after all. I heard that she liked me then, and so did her mother. It's because there is a gap between our ancestors, and because we live on the mountain, we have no fields, only coarse grains and no rice to eat. She married in the dam area at the foot of the mountain and didn't eat coarse grains. She can eat a bowl of white rice every day. White rice can make a black and thin girl fat for nothing. I can only soak the Amorphophallus feelings all over the mountain into a pot of mixed tea and drink it in one breath to nourish the growing teenagers.

In today's hometown, a car has replaced "foreign horse" in every household, hairdressers have replaced hairdressers everywhere, mobile phones have replaced cameras, and apartments for needy families have replaced adobe houses. If Uncle Liang mentions his Haystack Love again, I'm afraid young people will laugh it off.