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"Ren Tao, do you like to eat cherries? The cherries should be ripe these days!" Grandma said to me as she walked towards the pigsty with pigweed.
"Really?" I asked happily.
"Really, after the Qingming Festival, it's time to eat cherries! Any later the cherries will fall." Grandma explained.
"Oh, then I'll go to grandpa and the others to have a look!" After getting grandma's consent, I set off on a bicycle
"Old cousin! Are you in the house?" I shouted as soon as I arrived at the door of my grandfather's house.
"Ren Tao is here? Come in!" Grandpa walked over with a smile.
"Grandpa, do you have any food?" At this moment, it was past ten o'clock, and I asked nonsense.
"Eat, your old cousin was still there just now, so he must have gone somewhere again." Grandpa said.
"Master, are your cherries ripe?" I stared at Grandpa expectantly.
"Oh! Don't tell me I forgot! Your old cousin probably went to see the cherries early in the morning! They have ripened a lot in the past few days, and some birds come to eat the cherries at any time. There may be no cherries to eat in a few days." Grandpa explained.
Grandpa's family has a bowl-sized cherry tree, nearly five meters high, which bears many cherries every year.
However, because grandparents don't like cherries very much, most of the birds are cheaper.
"Then I'll go and have a look!" After finishing speaking, I walked out the door and trotted to the edge of the woods.
From a distance, under the cherry tree, the old cousin was standing there, holding a long bamboo pole in his hand, and a torn red plastic bag tied to the top of the bamboo pole.
When shaking the bamboo pole, the red plastic bag kept swinging and making a rustling sound, and the nearby birds were scared away when they heard it.
This is also the way we often use to drive away birds.
Or used in the field, or when the fruits and vegetables are ripe.
The cherry tree is already covered with red cherries, emitting a slightly dazzling light in the sun.
"Old cousin! Have you eaten any cherries?" I asked.
"Old cousin, you're here! You've already eaten! If you come two days late, there are probably only leaves left!" The old cousin seemed to tell me on purpose.
Well, actually I can understand it too. A long time ago, I told him that this year I must wait until I come to start picking cherries. I have never eaten cherries in previous years.
It is conceivable that in order to wait for my arrival, my cousin drove the birds back and forth every day, and how hard it was to wait for this tree full of cherries.
I stepped forward and pulled down a cherry branch, and the cherry fruit hidden among the leaves appeared in front of my eyes.
Pick one and throw it into your mouth, the crystal clear pulp will spread joyfully in your mouth, and it will melt as soon as you sip it, it's so good!
The unique fruity aroma of cherries diffuses from the tip of the tongue, flows down the tongue and flows into the throat, overflowing with fragrance.
"Delicious!" I said happily.
"Old cousin, eat more, after today, there will be no more cherries!"
At first, I thought the old cousin was joking with me, but after two minutes, I realized that what he said was the truth.
Grandpa appeared not far away with a bag, a bench and a bamboo pole with a sickle, and was gradually approaching us.
"Ren Tao, it happened that you came today. We picked all the cherries so that the birds would not peck them every day. When you pick them off, you can bring some back to your grandparents to eat."
I took the bag that my grandfather brought, put it aside, and then helped my grandfather hold the stool.
Almost all the cherries at the bottom of the tree have been picked, leaving only some small yellow particles.
Grandpa stood on the high bench, just able to hold the cherry branches in the middle area, and the straight branches were pulled into his hands, and the plump cherries could be picked one by one.
Grandpa picked all the cherries on the branches along the branches, and gently put them into the bag I handed over.
Old Cousin is fun, don't care about us. He climbed along the cherry tree alone to the middle branch.
Hey! sharp!
Old Cousin really knows how to find a place! Standing there can not only eat cherries, but also not have no place to stay.
"Old watch, look at me! I'll show you a machine gun!" I looked up just in time to see the operation of the old watch. I saw him stuff a handful of cherry pulp into his mouth, chew it a few times, and point it at me obliquely in front of me. , began to spit.
"Tug, chug, chug!" The cherry pits were sprayed out like bullets and fell to the ground. He kept making machine gun-like sounds from his mouth, which was very vivid.
"Awesome! I want to come too!" I followed suit, grabbed a handful of cherries, and stuffed them into my mouth.
Don't tell me, this way of eating cherries is really not an ordinary luxury!
After a handful of cherries enter the mouth, the juice overflows, and the sweet and sour feeling is intoxicating.
Use your tongue to separate the pulp from the core, and slowly swallow the pulp, for fear of swallowing the core by mistake. After the pulp is swallowed, the remaining core is the bullet of the machine gun!
I tried to puff up my mouth, pushed a fruit core to my lips with the tip of my tongue, and blew hard, with a "sudden" sound, the fruit core blurted out!
success!
Next, I spit out one by one, making a chug chug chug sound just like my old cousin.
"How are you, old cousin!" I stared at him showing off.
"Okay! Come again!"
So, the two of us began to show round after round of machine gun battles here in the cherry tree.
I stood under the tree and wanted to spit on the old cousin. It seemed to be a disadvantage, and it was also difficult to spray from the bottom up. In the end, I got shot a few times.
In the process of the old watch spraying at me, at least five of them hit me.
"Okay! Let's go, go home!" After moving the bench a few times, Grandpa picked all the cherries in the middle area.
Going around slowly, the ruby-like cherries tempt us to come forward and eat a handful at any time.
"Wow! So many cherries!" The old cousin got down and insisted on helping grandpa carry the bag. We all know this little thought, but we just don't want to expose it.
Back home, a bagful of cherries was divided into quarters by my grandfather.
The biggest portion was given to me, and I asked me to take it home and give some to my grandparents.
The other two were the same, one was given to the old cousin, and the other was left to Feng Meier.
The remaining ones that were not too beautiful and not red enough were counted by grandpa separately and kept for him and grandma to eat.
At first I thought they liked to eat sour food, but after thinking about it, it might be out of love for the younger generation~
"Old Cousin, are your teeth sore?" After stuffing a few more cherries, the old Cousin suddenly stopped and stared at me as if something bad had happened.
I also threw a cherry into my mouth, and after chewing, I found that my teeth were so sore! It doesn't seem to be in order! Depend on! It turns out that this is the feeling of eating all-you-can-eat cherries!
"My teeth are sore too! I guess I can't bite the rice anymore!" I wanted to cry but had no tears.
Grandpa looked at the two of us with a smile on his face, as if he had predicted our toothache. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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