Chapter 80
I glared at Mao Jianming, and he said awkwardly, "Don't get me wrong, you know who my mother is."
"So, do you have any thoughts about me?" I asked.
He seemed very surprised that I would ask this and shook his head frantically.
"Not at all. You are not feminine at all. You act like a tomboy every day," said Mao Jianming.
"You're looking for death!" I chased him and beat him. When I was a child, I accepted it when people called me a tomboy. But now that I'm this old, you still dare to say that.
After playing around for a while, we both suddenly sat down and laughed.
I asked him, "By the way, how are you and Yunyun doing?"
Mao Jianming's pupils squinted and he said, "That's it. I don't really like her. We're just good friends."
"You scumbag. You and Brother Song, you two, are really beyond words."
"Don't worry about us. Take care of yourself first. You're almost thirty. Do you know any other men besides me and Brother Song?"
"I'm not interested in men!" I said, rolling my eyes at him.
As we chatted, we both recalled his embarrassing childhood experiences.
I remember one time, the three of us, Zhang Song, Mao Jianming and I, went ice boating.
Ice boat is a term we use here. It means that in spring, the ice in the river begins to melt. Some thin ice has turned into river water, while some thick ice has not completely melted and appears as large chunks of ice.
The ice surfaces are two or three meters long and wide, enough for two or three people to stand on. If they are larger, four or five people can stand on them without any problem.
Many children would break off a thick, long branch and use it as a long stalk. They would jump onto the ice and use the branch to push the ice. This was an ice boat.
The ice boat would drift downstream, using the branch to steer. However, when the river reached shallower areas, some glaciers would break away from the bottom and become stuck, so the boat would be pushed left and right with the branch. If that still didn't budge, the boat would have to take off its shoes and pants, step into the water, and walk ashore.
At the beginning of that spring, there were many children from the village rowing ice boats on the river. It was very fun to watch, but I didn’t have many friends, so I just stood in the distance and watched them play with envy.
Later, Zhang Song and Mao Jianming found out and took me to go ice boating.
Of course I agreed one hundred percent, and the three of us rushed to the river.
Halfway through, Zhang Song picked up a willow branch, and we found an ice boat on the rocks. He and Maomao jumped on it first.
I was a little scared looking at the water and didn't dare to jump. No matter how they tried to persuade me, it was useless.
To get me on board, Zhang Song jumped back and forth between the ice boat and the shore to show how sturdy the boat was. But I still didn't dare. Finally, I said, let them row first and I'll follow them on the shore.
There is no other choice but to do this.
Zhang Song used poplar branches to push the ice boat.
Everything went smoothly at the beginning. The two of them rowed the ice boat for about twenty or thirty meters. Zhang Song and Maomao were particularly excited on the ice boat.
However, when we got closer to the Chunhe Bridge, the ice boats began to swim.
Duck water means that the ice has begun to melt and turned into water on the ice surface. Generally, this means that the ice on the river surface is not solid and people cannot walk on it, otherwise they will easily fall into the ice hole.
The ice boat they were on was now surging, indicating that the ice was about to give up. Moreover, the two of them standing together were somewhat heavier, with one side lower and the other higher, which made the water coming up even more.
Zhang Song said, "Hurry over there."
Maomao quickly ran over there, and in this way, the two sides were balanced and the river water could not come up.
However, this led to another problem. The ice was not solid to begin with, so it was heavy at both ends and the middle was under too much pressure, so it broke directly.
Now the ice boat was split into two halves. Zhang Song reacted quickly and ran to the middle of the small ice boat the moment it was separated, so he was basically fine.
Maomao was in a terrible situation. He was slow to react and clumsy, and fell directly into the river.
Fortunately, they were near the Chunhe Bridge, so the river was shallow, only reaching the top of his thighs. But it was still early spring, and the weather wasn't warm, so the ice hadn't completely melted yet, so you could imagine how hot the water was.
Maomao ran ashore in two steps, shivering with cold. Zhang Song was still having fun on the ice boat. I saw that Maomao was freezing, so I asked him to come up quickly and warm him up by the fire. Otherwise, a cold would be a small matter, but he would definitely be beaten when he got home.
When Zhang Song rowed to the shore, he jumped on board.
The two of us went to find some dry firewood for Maomao. The riverbank was damp, and there was no firewood to start a fire, so Zhang Song and I climbed over the dam and gathered a lot of rice stalks that had been harvested from the fields.
At that time, only the rice grains were harvested, and the rest were left to dry naturally. When I was in elementary school, the school did not have enough coal, so the teacher organized us to dig rice roots in the rice fields to keep warm.
The two of us picked up a lot of rice roots, each holding a handful, and ran back to start a fire.
Zhang Song brought a lighter, and we first lit the hay, then piled a lot of rice roots on top, and used that to heat Maomao's clothes.
When we were little in the north, we all had cotton trousers to keep out the cold. At that time, cotton trousers were still used, so Maomao's trousers and jacket were completely soaked.
Even though a fire had been lit, he was still very cold and shivered.
We roasted his shirt first, and then he squatted there with his butt facing the fire, roasting his cotton pants.
When the cotton-padded jacket was almost dry, his cotton-padded trousers were also dry.
Because I was too close to the fire, my cotton pants got burned. I smelled something burning and asked, "What's that smell?"
Zhang Song glanced at Maomao and said, "The cotton pants are on fire!"
Maomao quickly clapped his hands.
There was cotton inside the cotton pants, and when he clapped his hands, they were all black and burned.
This time there is no need to bake the cotton pants because they have already been burned.
I heard that he was beaten up by Aunt Chen after he got home. Since then, this incident is always mentioned when the three of us talk about each other's embarrassing stories.
After chatting for a long time, it was almost midnight, so I called him, "Let's go."
The two of us started walking towards Chunhe Bridge. When we were close to the bridge, I drew a ghost-attracting talisman on his body and then let him walk onto the bridge.
This trick really worked. As soon as he stepped onto the bridge, a ghostly aura suddenly emerged.
The ghost energy condensed into a headless black shadow, trying to attach itself to Mao Jianming.
The golden-feathered arrow that I had prepared long ago flew out of my hand and hit the black shadow directly.
The black shadows fled in all directions.
I snorted coldly: "Still want to run!"
I injected energy into the ghost-attracting talisman on Mao Jianming's body. Now the ghost-attracting talisman is like a powerful magnet, sucking back the scattered ghost energy.
I took this opportunity to run to Mao Jianming and scattered a handful of white mustard seeds, which I had prepared long ago, chanting: "In a moment, the mustard seeds are everywhere, between heaven and earth!"
Those are the scattered white mustard seeds, forming a Bagua formation.
I immediately wrote "Taishan Shi Gan Dang" in the air with my hand.
With the force of a mountain pressing down on one's head, the area was turned into a barrier.
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