Night Reading ｜ Childhood little flowers

The anchor reads the classics, accompany you to say good night! Hello, this is "Lightning Night Reading". I am the anchor Yan Na, Ningjin County Rong Media Center. What I want to share with you tonight is the prose "Childhood Flower Dogs" by our writer Xiao Fuxing.

When I was a child, there was a stall in front of my house, selling some iron broad beans, jujube noodles, chestnuts, foreign paintings, windmills, gyro, mud toys, etc. It was both cheap and welcomed by our children. Whenever I went home from school and passed by the stall, I couldn't help but look at it there, either swallowed it secretly, or the palm of my palm was quiet.

The owner of the stall is an old man, and his surname is king, so he lives in my courtyard. The old couple raised a son who grew up, had a easy -going temperament, and laughed at every time. It was famous on this street.

At that time, the people on the street were not wealthy, and there were more soils in their pockets. Naturally, Uncle Wang made a small money, and he would make a living and gradually raised his son. Uncle Wang has a good craft, and can hold those mud into mud toys such as mud, mud dogs, mud cats and other mud toys. This is his own business, and he earns hard work. His stalls are always colorful, especially in the New Year, and it is even more colorful, and it specializes in this group of hungry tigers like children, and rushing towards his stall.

Before the Spring Festival that year, I saw a new flower dog on the stall. Black and white puppies, red silk tied to the neck, a small bell hanging on the silk, the wind blows, the bell does not sound, the puppy is like alive, staring at a pair of round eyes, and immediately, you can raise it. The hoof trembling came over, Wang Wangchong screamed.

At that time, I didn't blame Dad to pick the door, and the family was really poor. Buy this puppy's five cents, you can buy fifteen -pound stick noodles, enough for the whole family to boil stick noodles for a month. But I like this little flower dog so much. Every time I passed by the stall, I looked at the little flower dog. I felt that it was looking at me. Just waiting for me to say hello, it could pounce in my arms, stretched out my little tongue to lick me, and my itchy. I'm really afraid that others will buy it! At that time, I probably went into the demon, and my head was full of this little flower dog. Unfortunately, there is no money in his pocket, but his father does not give money. Fortunately, the little flower dog kept squatting on the stall. The Spring Festival is approaching day by day. The puppy is definitely going to be a holiday. It is impossible to squat forever. I do n’t know who they will go to the festival. Thinking of this, my heart was tight for a while, as if this little flower dog was destined to be mine without allowing others to take away.

In the ghosts, I did something stupid. At dusk that day, while the people around the stall were more mixed, while the confusion and dimness in the sunset, while Uncle Wang's old eyes faint, I stretched out my little hand, grabbed the little flower dog from the stall, and then quickly put into my arms into my arms. Run away. I went to the courtyard and looked at no one around me. I took out the little flower dog in her arms, and my heart was still beating the drum. Naturally, this thing is not brilliant. There is always a shadow of flashing and avoiding the shadow in the eyes.

Dad asked me to send it back to Uncle Wang with the puppy dog. Following my dad to walk in front of the stall, I live like a puppy with a tail tail, and I do n’t answer and pity. Uncle Wang is determined to give me the little flower dog. Dad resolutely refused to let it go, saying that it was used to break the child. Looking at his father's anger, Uncle Wang had to retract the little flower dog and instructed his dad: "Don't beat your children! Chinese New Year to hit children, children have to be beaten for a year!"

Dad did not hit me, and taught me severely, saying that it was a good thing. People, even if they were thrown on the road, couldn't get it! He asked me to remember at the same time: not to mention that Uncle Wang's hard -earned money! To be honest, I ca n’t remember so many truths and philosophy of my father's roar, I just feel very scared, and I am not surprised by Uncle Wang.

In the next year, the government mobilized people who did not work to rural Gansu to support construction. I didn't understand why the old couple of Uncle Wang rewarded. Uncle Wang is leaving. His son does not leave. At that time, his son had worked. Uncle Wang is like raising his son. He comes lonely and lonely. There is no small stall in our street.

When I closed the stall on the last day, I stood aside and quietly looked at Uncle Wang. I didn't understand whether he was sad or happy at that moment. He looked at me and didn't say anything, and put away his spread and went home. On the day of the small street was filled with the bitter smell of the mosquito ...

The next day, when Uncle Wang left, it was said that the gongs and drums that were delivered to the sky was hot. Unfortunately, I went to school and couldn't see that scene. When I got home, I saw a small flower dog with a red silk on the table with a red silk on the table, and the bell hanging on the silk ...

I never saw Uncle Wang again. I think he is no longer alive. For more than thirty years of time, his son was almost sixty years old.

Not long ago, I accidentally returned to my childhood courtyard. When I saw Uncle Wang's son, he already had a four -year -old baby grandson. The little guy was playing with a fluffy toy big dog. The dog was controlled. As long as people approached it, it screamed a few times like a real dog, making her grandson and grandpa laughed ...

About the Author:

Xiao Fuxing, born in 1947, is a well -known Chinese writer, originally from Cangzhou, Hebei, currently lived in Beijing. In 1968, he went to Heilongjiang Production and Construction Corps (now Beida Desert Farmers). China Net "column writer.

Introduction Introduction:

Zhang Yanna, the host of the news program of Ningjin County Rong Media Center.