When Jiang Shen got up early in the morning, both eyes were swollen, he was not very energetic, and just after getting dressed and getting out of bed, Tan Lingling opened the door and walked in.
"Hey, what a sad dream this is." She looked carefully into her son's eyes, "Mom twist a veil for you."
Jiang Shen let out a muffled "Yeah", after thinking about it, he took off his slippers and went out.
Tan Lingling waited for Jiang Shen to wash up before handing him the towel to put on his eyes.
"Did Dad go to the field?" Jiang Shen sat on the small bench with his head up. Although he was young, he was unambiguous in helping, for fear that his father Jiang Luoshan's waist would be tired again during the busy farming.
Tan Lingling was cooking eggs, and laughed when she heard this: "It's okay, our family borrowed a rice transplanter."
Jiang Shen picked up a corner of the towel, quite happy: "Did Shubao's borrow it?"
"Your Auntie Hua'er borrowed it." Tan Lingling cooled the egg and handed it to her son, "Get out of here, eat it after you get out, don't waste it."
Tony the chicken is arranging its colorful tail hair in the yard. The weather is good, the sun is pleasant and cute, Jiang Shen doesn’t have to plant rice seedlings and doesn’t know what to do. He rolled his eyes with eggs and fed Tony with peanuts. He was on good terms, and finally had enough to eat and drink, and dozed off against him.
When the eyes were not so swollen, Jiang Shen bit the egg open. Tony woke up and went to peck the last bit of egg yolk in his hand.
"Hey!" Jiang Shen raised his arms high, "How can you eat your own children and grandchildren?"
Tan Lingling heard it in the room, and couldn't help laughing: "He is a male, and he doesn't lay eggs himself."
Jiang Shen looked at the egg yolk that Tony had robbed half of with distress.
Tan Lingling changed her clothes and was about to go to the field to have a look. When she reached the door, she turned to her son and asked, "Do you want to go to the bookstore today?"
"No, I finished watching it yesterday." Jiang Shen felt sad again when he thought of "Erquan Yingyue" he watched yesterday. He rubbed his face and said, "I'm going to stretch my muscles."
"Ouch." Tan Lingling bent down and kissed her son, "We are so diligent."
The house is not a dance room, and there is no floor. Even Jiang Shen's small room has a concrete floor. He dug out the straw mat that he slept in in summer, put it on the floor, and changed his dancing shoes and pants.
Jiang Shen is already very familiar with the lower back splits and so on. He silently recited the beat in his heart, and his legs were almost split horizontally, so that his abdomen and chest were pressed against the mat.
Apart from him in the dance class, older girls like Song Xin are already very good at standing on their feet. Song Xin can even complete a relatively good set of dance steps after getting a foothold. Therefore, in most dances choreographed by Mr. Lin, the female character A It was Song Xin who danced.
Jiang Shen stared at his toes for a while, and couldn't help standing up, posing with the top of his dancing shoes on the ground.
The full-length mirror had been moved to Jiang Shen's room before, with his hands on his hips and one leg bent, he seemed to be hesitating on how to stand it up. Jiang Shen looked at the mirror, thinking about Song Xin's appearance, and encouraged himself Stretching his neck, he stretched out his arms, and when he stood up suddenly in one breath, Tony in the yard suddenly neighed out of breath.
Gou Mao yelled at the gate of the courtyard: "Shenzi! Come out and get this chicken away!!"
Jiang Shen: "..."
He clutched the toe of his shoe, almost bursting into tears from the pain. He had no choice but to take off his shoe and stuff it under the bed. After a hasty look at his toes, he seemed to be fine, then put on his slippers and limped out.
Gou Mao struggled to cover his head and dodged around. Tony Chicken has gained a lot of weight since he came to Jiang Shen’s house because of the good food, but his weight didn’t seem to affect his bravery. His colorful tail flew across the sky, wishing to spread his wings and fly high , jumped up and took a bite at the back of the dog's hair.
"Aw!!!" Gou Mao yelled, "Jiang Shen! Get him away!!"
Jiang Shen had no choice but to chase after Tony: "Why are you here again?"
The dog hair stayed far away from him, afraid that the chicken would come again: "Didn't I come to take you to the field to see our big rice transplanter?"
Jiang Shen: "What's so interesting about the rice transplanter?"
Gou Mao: "Then what are you doing at home?" He looked down and frowned, "What's wrong with your feet?"
Jiang Shen didn't care much: "I just knocked on it."
"Pull it down." Gou Mao pressed him and sat down in the yard, "You're bleeding!"
Only then did Jiang Shen realize that the toenail of his big big toe seemed to be split a little, and there was not much blood flow. Jiang Shen wiped it clean, but the pain was not too painful. He rubbed the toe bone again and thought there should be no problem.
"Give me a nail clipper." Jiang Shen ordered Gou Mao.
Gou Mao was obviously used to being used by Qing Lingzi at home, so he went to the house to get Jiang Shen's nail clippers without any sense of gap.
Jiang Shen cut all ten toenails under the sun, and asked the dog hair while cutting, "Is my dad driving the rice transplanter?"
Gou Maole: "Your father's driving skills are not bad. Originally, Chen Laoshi wanted to help him drive half of the time. How can he be used now?"
Jiang Shen disagreed: "How can you call uncle by name?"
Gou Mao curled his lips: "My mother is the only emperor in my family, and Chen Laoshi's status is not as good as Qing Lingzi and me." Gou Mao raised his hand, stretched out five fingers, and broke them one by one calmly, "My mother , my sister, my family’s law fight—me and Chen Laoshi.”
Jiang Shen laughed so hard that he almost didn't pinch the nail clippers, Gou Mao seemed relieved to see him happy: "Oh, look at you crying yesterday, I think something happened to you."
Jiang Shen threw the nail clippers to him: "I cried while reading a book!"
"You're sick." Gou Mao said disgustedly, "The big man is still crying after reading this girl's manga."
Jiang Shen: "..."
After lunch, Jiang Shen was going to the Cultural Palace again. Tan Lingling specially boiled two eggs for him and brought them with him: "I'm hungry, do you have your dancing shoes ready?"
Jiang Shen squatted on the floor of the room, dragging the shoes out from under the bed by hooking the straps: "Take it."
He carried a backpack, stuffed his clothes and shoes into it, and put the eggs in by the way: "I'm leaving!"
"Change!" Tan Lingling reminded him, "Be careful on the road."
Jiang Shen ran all the way to catch the car, and when passing by the bookstore in the town, the old man was reading the newspaper with his head down at the curtain.
Jiang Shen called him: "Grandpa!"
The old man lazily raised his eyelids from under the reading glasses, and waved his hand impatiently after seeing clearly that it was Jiang Shen.
Jiang Shen stroked his hair, with a serious expression, opened his arms, turned 360 degrees on one leg, and finally bent down to make a curtain call.
The old man was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help laughing and cursing: "Little brat, are you annoying!"
Jiang Shen grinned, his smile disappeared, and he waved at the old man again, and then hurriedly caught up with the bus.
After April and May, the weather is getting warmer. When Jiang Shen entered the dance room, he saw that the room was full of colorful flowers. The little girl’s skirt and flower shoes were everywhere. Under the sun, they looked as beautiful as butterflies. Same.
Song Xin saw him first, and said dissatisfiedly, "Why are you black again?"
Jiang Shen looked at his arm, a little embarrassed: "I have to work at home, the sun is shining."
"It doesn't look good when it's dark." Another girl said, "You need to wear sunscreen."
Jiang Shen didn't quite understand: "What is sunscreen?"
Song Xin rushed him to change his clothes: "I'll paint it for you later!"
When Mr. Lin entered the classroom, he saw Jiang Shen sitting cross-legged in the corner, surrounded by a group of girls who were smearing his face. The teenage girls did nothing but steal a few sticks of their mother’s lipstick. Cosmetics, except for Jiang Shen's lips and cheeks, there is also a red dot between the eyebrows.
Teacher Lin couldn't laugh or cry: "Don't bully Jiang Shen, he is a boy."
The girls plausibly said: "But he is too dark, just like those boys next door."
Teacher Lin pulled Jiang Shen to his feet. He didn't know what brand of sunscreen the boy was wearing. His neck and face were divided into two colors: "Go and wash." She took out makeup remover and cotton pads from her bag, " Pour a little on it and wipe it slowly, then wash it off with clean water.”
Jiang Shen has never used such a fashionable thing, not even on the dressing table of his mother Tan Lingling. He carefully memorized the steps all the way, and when he reached the sink, he saw that someone was already there.
Bai Jinyi looked covered in sweat again, and flushed his face with the faucet. When he walked in, he was actually a little shorter than Jiang Shen, estimated at the height of half a knuckle.
He wiped his face and straightened up, his thick and black eyebrows were furrowed.
For some reason, Jiang Shen was a little scared of him, and took the initiative to explain: "I'm here to wash my face..."
"Who drew it for you?" Bai Jin asked.
Jiang Shen opened his mouth and said in a low voice, "The girls drew it."
Bai Jin snorted: "sissy."
Jiang Shen glanced at him, not very happy, and went to turn on the tap in silence.
As soon as Bai Jin didn't leave, Jiang Shen didn't care about him, he clumsily followed the order and poured the makeup remover on the cotton pad, because there was no mirror in the sink, he could only wipe his face randomly based on his feeling.
"It's still on the left side of my face." Bai Jinyi said suddenly.
Jiang Shen paused, hesitated for a while, and obediently wiped it away.
"To the right." Bai Jin ordered one by one, "click to the right."
He clicked, "Why are you so stupid."
Jiang Shen: "..."
As soon as Bai Jin took the makeup remover that the other party placed next to him, poured some on the cotton pad, looked at Jiang Shen, and said impatiently, "Come here."
Jiang Shen was not very happy: "I can do it myself..."
Bai Jin sneered, he bit down the glove on his right hand sideways, put it in his mouth, took out his mobile phone, took a photo of Jiang Shen's face without saying a word, then turned over the fuselage and lifted the photo to the In front of Jiang Shen.
I don't know whether Jiang Shen's camera sense is too good, or Bai Jinyi's hand is too steady, the photo is not blurred at all, and the details and flaws are clear. A piece of cinnabar against his half-foolish expression is really indescribably interesting.
As soon as Bai Jin put away the phone, regardless of Jiang Shen's reaction, he threw the glove aside, and pressed the cotton pad to the opponent's face: "Open your mouth."
Jiang Shen: "..."