After Chuchu came home, Dad went to the street to sell watermelons. Only mom is at home, and the pig is hungry and turns around its legs.

Mother kicked the pig and the pig snorted and ran away.

Mom said your uncle was ill.

My uncle just came back from Hefei for chemotherapy. His face was thin and he leaned against the bed. He can't eat and his body hurts.

A few years later, he had problems. At first, he thought it was gastritis, but later he went to the hospital with a terrible pain.

He was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer in Hefei.

Hearing "cancer", Chu Chu's heart is half cold. How did you get this disease? Never heard of it.

Mom said it might be that the food in the kiln factory was poor and she didn't pay attention to rest.

Now that relatives have borrowed all their money, there is no cure.

He didn't want to go to the hospital by himself, but he felt terrible pain and wanted to trigger the switch to commit suicide.

Dad came back on a scooter, wearing a straw hat and sunburned.

There is a watermelon left in the car, which has cracked and has not been sold.

Mother cut the watermelon, and Chu Chu sent some pieces to her uncle's children, and the three children took them away.

Dad drank a big cup of tea, rested for a while, and went out with a dustpan.

Mom said it's not too late to go after lunch. Now the sun is poisoned.

Dad said that there are still several cars of sand to jump on the road in Tian Chong, and a tractor will be formed soon.

Chu Chu asked, how much can a car of sand sell?

Mom said, around 25 yuan.

Mom fried a few pieces of tofu at noon, which was a little brown. Put some garlic cloves on it. It smells good.

Chuchu picked up chopsticks, put a few pieces and ate them.

Mom asked Chuchu to go to Tian Chong and asked Dad to come back for dinner.

The seedlings are green, and there has just been a rainstorm. The ditch is full of water, so you should be able to fish.

Some fields are flooded with sand, so we must pick them out, or the seedlings will be crushed to death.

Dad piled a pile of sand in the ditch and was picking it up. His back was soaked, and his right arm was wrapped in a towel and wiped from time to time.

The ridge is very narrow, and the dustpan is very heavy, swinging up and down, sweeping rice and soybeans.

Chuchu said, don't pick it, go home for dinner.

Dad knocked off the dustpan, washed it in the ditch, and the two of them went home.

Chuchu asked, how is uncle's illness?

Dad said there was no rule of law.

The third aunt came and told my uncle to shave, take a shower and change clothes every day, and tidy himself up neatly, so that someone would be more comfortable to see him.

Chuchu went to the county drugstore and bought him a guide film, saying that he was seriously constipated.

Grapes are sold in the street, and he has no money, so Chuchu has to give up.

Uncle leaned against the bed, humming from time to time. His eyes are empty, and there is a strong smell of medicine in the room.

Dad found his third aunt, pooled their money, went to the dock to buy northeast pine and asked a carpenter to make a coffin.

An old carpenter took his apprentice to chop wood in front of the door.

Wood smells good and sawdust is flying all over the sky.

My uncle leaned against the door and watched the coffin take shape.

Uncle touched the coffin, touched it back and forth, and said that he was very satisfied, so the boss would bother.

Dad said, this is northeast Korean pine, good wood, you can rest assured to go in the future.

Uncle's tears fell down.

Chuchu crossed Tian Chong and went to her aunt's house.

My cousin is at home, and her stomach has swelled slightly.

Cousin said, why don't you come over for the Chinese New Year wedding?

Chuchu said that I had a bad stomach in those days.

Chuchu called Su Mei-er and asked how everything was.

Su Meier said that her father's lumbar intervertebral disc was protruding and his lower limbs were numb, so he could not go to the mine.

Chuchu asked, is it serious?

Sumer said that if you ask a doctor, you will be paraplegic in extreme cases. Now I have prescribed some painkillers and treated them conservatively.

Chu Chu said that Renji has his own nature.

Su Meier asked, is everything all right at home?

Chuchu said everything was fine, except that it was very hot today.

Su Meier asked again, how was the internship at WISCO?

Chuchu said, very good, Wuchang fish is delicious, and East Lake is beautiful.

My aunt came and said that my cousin was pregnant with twins. Chuchu said, congratulations, cousin.

A few days before school started, my father went to my uncle's house to borrow money.

Big uncle is a primary school teacher, and money can usually be lent out.

The village electrician carries a canvas bag to collect electricity every month.

It is said that your family owed electricity last month, and this month's, it's almost 40 yuan.

Dad handed a cigarette and said, no, the child is going to start school and just borrowed tuition money.

I will give you the electricity bill next month.

Every month, I can't be like you. If you don't pay it next month, the power will be cut off.

Dad said, if it's not on next month, just light the kerosene lamp.

Chuchu rolled up the money and stuffed it under the insole. When I got to school, the money was a little white and smelled of sweat.

Chuchu paid the tuition fee, starting from her sophomore year at 6 15 yuan every year. I clearly remember handing in 1 146 yuan for the first time. After that, there was no 200 yuan left in my pocket.

Chuchu is not the worst. There is a female fellow named Li Hehua, a native of Shouxian County, whose tuition is collected by the villagers. After paying the tuition, there was no money. The class and some fellow villagers donated money to keep her from starving.

It is another school season.

1When I first arrived in September, 1993, Li Chunbo's Xiao Fang was sung on the school radio, and now Man Wenjun's Know You is sung.

As usual, it is a gathering of fellow villagers to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new.

Chuchu found that they were already the oldest batch.

Looking at the immature faces, I obviously feel that I am as curious and fresh about everything as I was three years ago.

Bing Bing and Eiko are also there, very comfortable and sophisticated in front of new classmates.

Bingbing didn't wear school sports clothes, but she didn't see any boys around her for two years. Maybe she really has a boyfriend in Dalian. Anyway, Chuchu feels a little better.

Two people talking and laughing, don't see anything, after all, everyone is very calm.

As before, Eiko asked Chuchu why she didn't go to the English corner.

Chuchu said, I listen to BBC radio every night.

Anhui fellow villagers took a group photo together. The old man looks mature and humorous, while the woman looks elegant. I wonder how many of them have ulterior motives.

The black mouse said that every time he attended a fellow villager's party, he didn't suffer. He earned it by drinking eight bottles of beer.

This semester is basically a professional course, and all the previous basic courses and public courses have been finished. Teachers specializing in metallurgical machinery have all appeared, such as Kuige, Uncle Joe, Niu Cannon, Old Man Wen, and Lili from the North School. Some teachers and students have never seen them.

Professional courses are more studious, with less homework and more time to play.

I don't believe that sugar cane gets sweeter as you eat it.

Chuchu took Su Mei-er to dance, watch movies, take self-study classes and cook small stoves. She is very busy.

Taking a nap at noon, the cool sea breeze blew over and I didn't feel hot at all.

Even if you sleep at noon in summer, you should cover yourself with a quilt. This quilt is also used in winter and summer. Qinhuangdao is really a strange place.

Tourists often come to the campus to take photos, which can be seen in the teaching building, rose altar and glasses lake.

The teaching building was designed by Singaporeans. The corridor is long, the walls are covered with Parthenocissus tricuspidata, and the blue and red leaves are layered on top of each other. The wind is blowing like waves.

The weeping willows by the lake of Glasses caressed the lake, and the golden and green branches hung down, like whose hair.

Construction started on the new library building, but when Chuchu graduated, it was still under construction, and it was getting taller every day.

Chuchu took Samui's hand and sat on a bench by the lake, drilling in the Woods, listening to the waves by the sea, full of happiness and joy.

Sometimes, on the edge of the playground, they watch people playing football and girls dancing rhythmic gymnastics.

They went to take a bath together. Every time ChuChu comes out first, waits for her in Liulin, and then goes to dinner together.

Students in the class, race against time to take the postgraduate entrance examination, can't see the figure.

Some are tutors, some are serving food, and some are advertisements. The Eight Immortals showed their magical powers when they crossed the sea.

Chuchu took two tutors and started her own business.

On this day, everyone was chatting in the dormitory, saying that a student of Grade 95 in the School of Mechanical Engineering was going to commit suicide by jumping off a building.

Xiao said, it's not for any woman, is it? Since ancient times, beauty has been a disaster.

Gray said that it seems that the credits are not enough and need to be rebuilt. One course costs several thousand yuan, and two courses cost five or six thousand yuan. Who can stand it?

Ben said, screw the credit system! Isn't school just to make money? Fortunately, we didn't implement the credit system this year.

Artest said, the credit system is good, otherwise you will suffer enough from repeating a year. You can stay if you like.

Once, I met Yiyi on the road. I asked clearly, are you ready?

Yi said, it's okay It's just itchy.

This matter obviously can't help. Itches when it itches. If it's Su Mei-er, he can scratch her.

On this day, Artest said that there was an all-night video next to the 3540 factory, which was very cheap and could be watched at night.

Chu Chu asked Su Mei-er to go and have a look, saying that after the dance, she could just pass by.

In the afternoon 10, Artest and Black Mouse went to the video hall together.

It doesn't matter what you see, the key is that Chuchu and Samui can be together.

There are many people sitting in it. The first two rows are all girls, I don't know which school.

There are several empty seats in the middle. They sit in a row.

There are all kinds of movies in Hong Kong, America, ancient and modern China and foreign countries.

At 2 o'clock in the morning, Samui was sleepy and fell asleep on Chuchu's lap. Chuchu stroked her hair, nose and mouth. Samui's son was breathing hot air, and clearly felt a little itchy.

One after another, people shouted for extra film.

The boss locked the door.

What I saw in Old Man WISCO appeared on the screen, and the voice of bewitching sounded.

The woman in the front row watched with relish and stared.

Su Mei son woke up and asked Chuchu, what's the game?

Chuchu said, it's okay, martial arts film.

Su Mei son looked up and obviously lowered his head.

Chuchu said, sleep well, and you will know when I sleep.

Later, Chuchu and Su Mei-er went there several times.

Chuchu saw half of it sleeping on Samui's lap.

Sometimes I hold her waist, vaguely and clearly pulling her clothes and sucking her belly.

My stomach is soft and I feel very fragrant.

The next morning, the two separated at the intersection and went back to their houses to catch up on sleep.

The fortune teller invented a way to save money by dancing. Buy a ticket first, jump in halfway, and then go out and say someone is looking for it.

The doorman tore up half the tickets. At the next intermission, the fortune teller will go in with half the tickets.

Lao Bai said, isn't the total time the same? Didn't make any money.

The fortune teller said that although the time is the same, there is a lot of choice. If there are not many people, you can come out.

Aspiring to lead everyone to play Stud, five cards, the second card buckle, the big one speaks first, and the next family can follow suit.

Finally, twist out the last card, slowly twist it out, and the Jedi will fight back.

Gambling is exciting. Changyuan's Go was taken to 3 13 dormitory as a bargaining chip, so that their family could find chess pieces every day.

Su Meier gave Chuchu two bottles of cucumber facial cleanser. Every time I see her, Chuchu will use it. Her face was covered with a lot of foam, and then it was washed off, and it smelled like cucumber.

Sumer said that she liked the smell.

Chuchu always brings back some girls' gadgets every time she goes to town. Most cards have been issued, and there are all kinds.

In June 5438+1996 10, the school Federation of Literary and Art Circles organized a literary competition.

Chu Chu wrote a long poem "My Yangtze River", a story about him and the Yangtze River, and the fate of his family's attachment to the Yangtze River.

Chuchu often went to her third aunt's house when she was a child. Her house is in a polder area. Every day, she goes to the Yangtze River to fetch water, pours it into a water tank and puts alum on it. Mud will settle down, and the sweet Yangtze River water will be on it.

When the ferry comes, the friends will climb on the motorized sailboat, and the boat is rickety. They are enjoying the bumps on the ship.

There is a large cornfield in Waijiang, which will be flooded in a few years. Third aunt took a sickle and looked for the kind of male corn that didn't bear corn cobs. It would be sweeter if she cut it and chewed it.

In August1year, my younger brother was born, and my father lost his job as a private school teacher and stayed for several years to go boating with my uncle on the Yangtze River.

From that year on, my father brought back flour, rice and even brown sugar from time to time.

Flour is rich and particularly white. Noodles are twisted together and dried in the sun, which is dazzling white.

At that time, grandma was still there, and everyone was drinking brown sugar water happily in the kitchen.

Mother later sold some brown sugar in the street to subsidize her family.

Later, I changed to a big ship. Chuchu followed to Tongling and saw the smoking train for the first time.

I went to Nanjing when I was in the fifth grade. Chuchu ate ice cream for the first time and took the elevator to Nanjing Yangtze River Bridge.

Later, several people on the boat quarreled and the boat was sold. Chuchu's family was in debt until graduation. The pigs my mother sees every year are not enough to sell at interest.

When my sister got married, Chuchu's family didn't hold a banquet.

My mother is really sorry. She went shopping and bought a tape recorder. Besides, she made some quilts from the cotton given by the third aunt's family as a dowry, and a tricycle was loaded away. Chuchu followed.

Since then, the family has been devastated, and only Chuchu can go to work to alleviate it.

Chuchu became the only hope of turning over at home.

Chuchu's poem is very long, full of Chuchu's deep affection and helplessness, with seven or eight pages.

Later, his poems were hung in the publicity column for people to read.

Later, I won the first prize and sent an album.

Chuchu put several pages of photos of him and Su Mei-er in it.

Later, Chuchu wanted to get his poem back, but it was gone. I don't know who took it

Chuchu thought, well, at least people who like poetry took it.

Gradually, only Xiao Gan and Su Mei-er came to the dormitory, and others rarely saw it once.

Everyone began to talk about finding a job and asked where there was a big talent market. I used to think that my work was far away, but now I find it close at hand.

In those years, the northeast economy was not good, and many girls in the northeast rushed to find boys in the south, so they could go south together after graduation.

Although he is a Guangdong boy, no one cares.

Tong Tong with machine set to 1 found a metallurgical machine at 1, and Fangfang with machine set to 2 found a hydraulic Dongzi.

The reality is so cruel. Feelings are important, but bread is more realistic. People are starving, so why talk about feelings?

On and off, Chu didn't bother to ask.