The morning in early spring is always the coldest. Who doesn’t miss the warm quilt? What's more, it's the Spring Festival when it's time to rest.
But on the day of the second day of junior high school, Old Man Jiang came to serve as an 'alarm clock' early in the morning. He shouted at me with an almost crazy eagerness: "Sanwa'er, if you don't get up, I will take you out of bed." Lifted up under the quilt."
I didn't open my eyes and muttered: "Master, didn't you tell me? You don't have to do morning classes during the Spring Festival. The Spring Festival has to be counted as the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, right?"
With a 'swish', the thick and warm quilt on my body was torn apart, accompanied by Old Man Jiang's thunderous roar: "I said you don't have to do morning classes, but did I say you can stay in bed today? Gotta pick someone up, pick someone up!”
I woke up from the cold all of a sudden. When I opened my eyes, I almost went crazy with fear. Is this my master
His hair was neatly parted, his beard was clean shaven, he was wearing a neat Mao suit, and he was pretending to be wearing a coat.
In fact, my master is not ugly, he has a regular appearance and is quite dignified. When dressed up, he looks like an old man, somewhere between an old man and a middle-aged man. Unfortunately, his temperament is too 'wretched'.
Especially now, that anxious look doesn't match his strict attire.
"Master, are you going to pick up the bride?" No, no, no, I can't accept Master dressed like this. It would be better for him to wear a shabby coat.
Old Man Jiang snorted and ignored me. I thought to myself, there are still old men who have their hair parted. I am such a handsome guy, but he still has a patch of hair.
My mother stood at the door with two bowls of fermented glutinous rice balls and said with a smile: "Tsk, tsk, Master Jiang, I have to go with you to pick up people this time. This is the second time I see you dressed like this. The last time you were there, how much was it?" Years ago? Sanwa'er was still a baby at that time."
Old Man Jiang hummed a few words, took the glutinous rice dumplings with fermented glutinous rice and started to eat them. I thought something was wrong. Master, why did I feel he was a little shy? No, it's impossible. How can he be shy
"Son, go and put on your clothes. You're such a big man, why are you wearing underwear all the time?" my mother ordered from the side.
"Wait a minute, Xiuyun, you have to tidy up Sanwa'er today." Old Man Jiang eagerly swallowed a glutinous rice dumpling made with rice wine, and then gesticulated with his hands.
My mother looked at Old Man Jiang suspiciously, and after holding it in for a long time, she said in surprise: "Master Jiang, are you going to take my third child on a blind date?"
"Cough. Cough..." Old Man Jiang coughed wildly.
I was putting on my autumn clothes. When my mother said this, I twisted my hand and almost choked myself to death.
Old Man Jiang finally stopped coughing and said, "No, no, this baby is so young now. There is no way I would allow him to miss his wife."
I finally 'struggled' out of my autumn clothes and was putting on my autumn trousers again. Old Man Jiang said this and I almost tripped over my own trousers. I was so angry, why did I want a wife? My mother and my master are teaming up to murder me, right
"Master Jiang, the marriage of these three children is a worry for me. I don't know if it is easy for Taoist priests to find wives. You should pay more attention." My mother said sincerely, what kind of mother is this? I'm only 15 years old, 15 years old! She started talking about my wife's problem.
"Are you kidding me, Jiang Lichun's apprentice, will he not be able to find a wife? Besides, my apprentice is a very talented person, and any girl who doesn't want to do it is blind. Xiuyun, don't worry about this." My master waved his hand and acted boldly. Yun said.
My mother immediately beamed and said, "Haha, that's right, my daughter is so charming, what's wrong with my son? I love dressing him up the most, and I will definitely put him in order today."
Farce, this is definitely a farce! I was almost driven crazy by these two 'cooperating' people.
On the second day of the new year, the streets were a little calm. I was wearing a gray jacket and a pair of jeans. I was wearing a side parting of my head that my mother had made for me with her hair cream, and my heart was twitching.
I'm not used to dressing up like this. In my eyes, I look like a fool. But there is an old man named Jiang who looks like a veteran cadre standing next to me. My mother wears a floral cotton-padded jacket.
Is this a threesome of fools
Occasionally I meet one or two old men and women who are familiar with my mother on the road. When the old ladies see the three of us dressed like this, they will stare at us strangely for a while, and then say: "Xiuyun, where are you going to catch up with your relatives?"
Then he came closer and asked mysteriously: "Are you going to Chengdu?"
At that time, having a relative in the provincial capital was a very big deal in this small county.
My mother laughed and said proudly: "Do you have any relatives in Chengdu? We are going to pick up a guest. Let me tell you, I bought the jacket my son is wearing in Chengdu. You know, we I want to open a clothing store and when I go to Chengdu to look at the goods, I will..."
At this time, Old Man Jiang would usually cough to remind my mother that it was time to go, and then my mother would leave reluctantly.
Hey, one is in a hurry, one is dressed like a pretty boy, and the other is long-winded and gossiping triumphantly. Isn't this a threesome of idiots
The place we went to was not a station, but a relatively remote part of the county, close to the suburbs. There was a main road leading directly to the city outside the county.
The morning wind was chilly, and when the wind blew the hair paste on my head, it felt hard, as if a top sheet was stuck to my head.
I felt extremely uncomfortable, but I didn’t dare to say anything.
But my mother really sympathized with the people who were coming: "Oh, Master Jiang, come here to pick up people? It's the Spring Festival. Come and catch a car. It's so hard to walk. No, I have to say it later." , I’ll pay the fare.”
Old Man Jiang looked at my mother with strange eyes, and then couldn't help but twitch, but said nothing. I guess he was playing mysterious again.
After waiting for nearly half an hour, no one came. My mother's face was so red that it was almost the same color as her lipstick. She kept mumbling: "Hey, how long does it take to walk? It’s better to take a car.”
Where is Old Man Jiang? He was standing straight on the roadside, with the coat on his hands, but he refused to put it on. Since when was this coat used to cover his arms? Is my master stupid
With this question in mind, I was squatting on the side of the road pulling weeds out of boredom. At this time, the sound of cars came from this road.
I didn’t have any reaction. In this era, there are not many cars, but they appear much more frequently than before. Several cars have passed by, so I don’t think it’s anything strange.
But I heard a few hums from my master. It was a strange sound squeezed out of his throat, an excited yet suppressed sound. I looked up curiously and found that my master's feet were shaking twice.
My mother looked at Old Man Jiang suspiciously and asked, "Master Jiang, what's wrong with you?"
Old Man Jiang stammered: "Come...come..."
My mother turned around excitedly and her face turned red. What was coming was a Hongqi car. My mother and my father had been to the provincial capital and had seen the car before. She would definitely recognize the Hongqi car. Thanks to her. Just now you were talking about giving someone else car money. Wasn’t that embarrassing and embarrassing to your grandma’s house
I clapped my hands and stood up bored. I knew who Old Man Jiang was. I rode with him in Beijing Jeep when I was a child. Now this red flag really doesn’t shock me. I know that if I If Master is willing, he can ride in this car.
The car stopped in front of Old Man Jiang. As soon as it stopped, a man got out in a hurry. I recognized this man. He was one of the dozen people who came to catch the hungry ghost last time.
"Master Jiang, we are finally here. The mission is completed." The man said with great respect. It was obvious that he admired my master.
In this situation, my master would have just lazily hummed, and then said with a playful smile, boy, not bad, not bad.
Today, he was exceptionally dignified and serious. He held other people's hands in a formal manner and said kindly, "Thank you for your hard work."
The corner of my mouth twitched when I saw it. Where was this song coming from
"Xiao Yi, go open the car door and let me get out." Old Man Jiang said to me seriously and kindly.
Primary one? Xiaoyi! Who is Xiaoyi called
I couldn't react, so I looked at Old Man Jiang stupidly. Old Man Jiang became anxious and glared at me. Only then did I realize that Xiao Yi was calling me. I almost had a convulsion all over my body. Is my master mentally ill
But at this moment, the back door suddenly opened, and an old lady's voice came from the car: "Jiang Lizhun, I'm not old yet. Do I need a child to open the door for me?"
I turned around and saw a very elegant old lady with a kind look on her face walking out of the car. Her big eyes and delicate nose showed that she was a good-looking woman when she was young.
I guess my eldest sister and my second sister are not as good as others when they were young, right
I don't have much idea about girls. The only words I can use to praise women are that they are beautiful and there is nothing I can do about it.
At this time, a crisp voice sounded from behind the old lady; "Maimai, (exclamation), grandma, do you think this (brother) is so stupid? What's his hair like?" What happened to the hair).”
"Master, what did that little girl say?" I couldn't understand the little girl's dialect, but seeing that I could understand her mocking eyes, I couldn't help but ask Master.
"Xiao Yi, the little girl speaks Kunming dialect. She said your hair is not good-looking." Old Man Jiang said to me kindly and gently.
Xiaoyi! hair! I feel like I want to hit a wall!