When I was a child, my room was also my parents' room, and my brother's room.
After I got up, except for the occasional sleep in the west room of the stove, I mainly slept on a small bed by the window in the west room. The next memory I want to write about is the room in the old house before my family started to live.
In my room, there are two beds by the skylight, and between my parents' cushion bed and my little bed is a small table that is slightly longer (three drawers). There was a drawer near my bedside, and my father once bought a pan and a small lock, and it took him half an hour to lock the drawer.
At night, before going to bed, in a daze, I always saw my father lock some change and some invoices in the drawer. From then on, I knew that this small drawer was the place where he kept his private money. He has a way to save money, and my brother and I have a way"Steal"Money. The way we steal money is very simple, pull out the drawer next to this father's special drawer, and our little hands can reach through one of the side cracks inside, and we can directly access his small money.
However, if we get a big ticket of five dollars and ten dollars, we don't take it. What we were most happy about was touching the small tickets and cents of one dime, two dimes and five dimes. After many years, I don't know if my father knows or not, anyway, he never found out, or he found out, never said, just don't know. But I tend to say that he doesn't know that we're stealing his money with our little tricks.
Another way is to use a screwdriver to directly screw out the climbing. The little lock on the climb is well locked, but what's the use?The screw is screwed out, and the lock becomes a decorative thing. We can pull out the drawer and calmly rummage through what we need. But at that time, the family was as poor as it was, and sometimes there was a pile of useless invoices in the drawer, and there was nothing.
Sometimes, he locked his father's Shanghai brand watch. At that time, there were not many people who bought watches. In the room, my little bed was built up by two wooden couches side by side. The place where the two wooden couches are connected in the middle is just buckled on my waist, and it is very uncomfortable to sleep. Later, a board on the side of my foot slammed down, and my foot often hung up in the middle of the night. Sometimes I put it up, turn over in the middle of the night, and there is another bang, and the gusset is dented again.
The two wooden cabinets were originally used to store white rice, and the volume was very large, and we children often lifted the mat and got into it to hide. The first time I hid, my partner ** could find it, and if I hid again, it would be unscathable. When the little friend came in, the first thing he did was to lift the mat to see if there was anyone in the wooden couch.
My parents' double cushion bed was twice the size of my wooden cot, surrounded on three sides by rungs, and the opening and closing of the bed tent had a railing that could be leaned on. The bed was purchased by my parents when they got married. At that time, there was no electric light in the house. The kerosene lamp and matches were placed on the tabletop near her bedside, so that in the middle of the night, I cried out to pee, and in a daze she got up, and with a poof, the match lit the lamp, and later, with a poof, blew it out.
In the summer of 1985, in the morning, my mother went to the credit union to collect 300 yuan in cash. Because the next day my family started to start the house, she asked my father to go to Deng's shop to buy vegetables. It takes about three hours to walk to the mountain. I was worried that I would go early the next morning, but the time was a little late, and I was afraid that I would not be able to buy the food I wanted, so my mother asked my father to go to a relative's house a day earlier to spend the night. In this way, you will have more time to buy vegetables the next morning, and you will have more choices. In the afternoon, my father went on the road alone.
That night. It was about nine o'clock and we had fallen asleep. In my sleep, I seem to hear the sound of dripping. Mother also realized, held her breath, and began to sound. The sound was gone, and the silence returned.
I seemed to see a figure quietly moving to the other end of the aisle of my mother's cushion bed. My mother, who had always slept well, began to relax the sound of her breathing. The sound of the drop was ringing around my pillow again. With a click, the mother simply turned on the flashlight"Who?"A barebacked, barefoot thief was startled, and quickly stepped out of the aisle, through the back door, out of my house.
My mother shouted:"Catch the thief!"She chased after her without even thinking about it. My mother chased and scolded at the same time:"You hit a gun, you turn your head and let me recognize it. "How dare this thief answer, he didn't say a word, and ran away. My mother saw that his hair was very long and scolded again:"You're a gunner, you'd better shave your head tomorrow, if you don't shave your head, I can recognize ......"The thief bones never dared to turn back.
My mother chased out the back door and cursed these two sentences"The cannon hit", suddenly realizing his danger, immediately stopped his steps, turned back to the house, and slammed the back door.
At that time, it can be said that the house was not closed at night, the road was not forgotten, and there was never a thief at home. The reason why the thief came to my house and stole it while my mother was receiving cash and my father was away shows that the thief was an acquaintance of the village and knew very well the details of my house and the arrangements for starting the house.
But for decades, my mother didn't say who the thief was. Although she guessed that she got one or two, there was nothing to lose in the family, so there was no need to confirm it. After this happened, looking back, my mother said that she was a little scared.
What if the thief turns around and fights with her?Women are no match for men at all.
For many years after that, every day before it was dark, my mother closed the back door early and pulled the latch on. This Xi has continued to this day.
Author: Huang Shao).
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