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Chapter Seven Pineapple Eyes (1)

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    twenty four

    Where is the pineapple tree planted?

    have no idea.  It should be in a place where the sand is hot and the sky is blue.

    Which child has not eaten pineapple?  Ever had a little kid who ate pineapple?

    Yes, I have.  Pineapple pineapple, this syllable is really nice, like a foreign language.

    Has anyone ever smelled the aroma of pineapple?

    Oh, everyone knows that smell, like yellow flowers, sweet smell, drifting over quietly

    In June and July, the red lychees in the south begin to mature, and the sweet fragrance of pineapple is everywhere.  One summer vacation, I saw a pineapple for the first time, it was golden and yellow, and the leaves on the head were like little sisal.

    The pineapple seller said: "Pineapples! Pineapple!"

    Dad said: "It's a pineapple."

    "But he said it was a pineapple, Dad."

    "That's what the Taiwanese call it. He wants to tell people next time that his item is not an ordinary item, and it comes from Taiwan."

    Dad is so smart.

    Pineapple is so expensive, Dad is reluctant to buy it.  I didn't leave, I sniffed the aroma of pineapple vigorously on the street, and my nostrils twitched vigorously.  I don't look at my father, nor at the pineapple, I just close my eyes and sniff the pineapple vigorously.

    Dad had no choice but to buy a big pineapple, and we carefully carried it back to the red brick house.  When he got the kitchen knife and was about to cut the pineapple, I quit.

    I want to raise it so that I can smell its fragrance every day.  You can smell it when you wake up at night.

    I put the pineapple in a ceramic dish with a little water in it so the pineapple continues to live as if it were still in the ground.  The leaves on its head are hard and thick, with a faint green mist on it, like a thick morning fog that has just passed by.

    For a long time, the aroma of pineapple filled our small brick house, and the air was filled with sweet sugar.

    25

    After the false certificate incident, we little beggars couldn't stay in the bustling Zhongshan Fourth Road.  As soon as the urban management came, those peddlers who sold fake guns, fake diamond brooches, and plush dolls packed up their big bags and fled faster than anyone else, heading for the alley behind the street.  We just need to get up, walk around, wait for the urban management to leave, and then return to our own territory and squat down.  But there are often shelter vehicles driving over, looking for street children and disabled people begging.

    The Golden Retriever took everyone to escape in despair.

    He transferred us to Tianhe, in the Gangding area.

    There are several computer malls here, and there are many people coming and going. The idiom "Tourists are like crucian carp" is used to describe the scene here.  However, the young white-collar workers here are always in a hurry and don't bother to take a look at the beggar children.

    The bulging eyes of the Golden Retriever turned and turned, and came up with a new way.  Early in the morning, holding a pen, he came to the sidewalks and pedestrian bridges of the Computer City, and wrote in front of every seat we squatted, such as "I'm too hungry, please buy a box lunch for five yuan", or "  I can¡¯t find a job, I haven¡¯t eaten for three days, please give me two yuan to buy bread¡±, and ¡°I came to look for my classmates, but I couldn¡¯t find them, I¡¯m hungry and tired, please give me some money to go back to the countryside by car¡±, etc.

    Jacques' height is a bit close to that of a college student, so of course he was arranged to sit in a position where he couldn't find a job.

    Others are also in place one by one.  This time, instead of using metal bowls from binary stores, they used sun hats, the kind thrown around by advertising companies or travel agencies, in case they would be blown away by the wind, and put a stone inside.  Then, we all buried our heads and didn't speak, or simply found a brick and slept with our heads on our pillows.  In short, he must be underappreciated, too hungry to speak, and half fainted.

    This experience really worked out.

    There are pitiful and believable stories in the simple words written by **, and passers-by are very happy to pay for such pitiful stories. The cost is low, and they can obtain conscience and moral satisfaction.  Especially white-collar workers, who have a difficult career, are most sympathetic to all kinds of losers.  They are generous, throw money quickly, and leave as soon as they are given.  The Golden Retriever often caught handfuls of five-yuan and ten-yuan bills in one sun hat, and was so happy that he raised his little finger with long nails and half-opened his mouth, revealing his buck teeth that had been yellowed by smoke.

    The Golden Retriever is good at planning. I think that after he is put in prison, he will turn his back on his evil ways and become a good marketing expert.

    However, any good story must be original. It is always "too hungry, please buy a box lunch for five yuan", and people will get angry when they see it for the second time.

    The Golden Retriever keeps pace with the times, seeking innovation and change.  He asked us to go to the computer city to steal money, mp3s, and USB flash drives.  Preferably a laptop.  If it doesn't work, I have to give him a power cord, which is worth tens of yuan.

    Just, I have to be in a group with Jacques and Ah Huang, if?? chuckled.

    He said: "Oh, I should say it. Let me tell you, I found that everyone's little finger can find a very suitable place on him. Why do people like to grow the nails of their little fingers? It is also the same reason  .¡±

    Ah Huang said: "Don't go around, Jacques, you just love to go around."

    "Okay, I'm not going around. I just want you to have a correct train of thought before understanding an important truth."

    "You always leave everything hanging, what is it, tell me."

    Jacques still wanted to go around: "I remember, I heard people say that everything that exists is reasonable. Do you understand the meaning of this sentence? Ultraman?"

    "Don't understand. Jacques."

    Jacques was a little disappointed, and probably felt that there was not much fun in going around anymore, so he changed to a more sincere attitude and began to talk about his great discovery.

    "Haven't you noticed? I've noticed it a long time ago: a child's little finger is just right for digging out his ear, and an adult's is just right - just right, otherwise, you won't be able to dig it out, or you'll pierce the eardrum  That is to say, you can only dig your own ear with your own little finger, others can't do it, and you can't borrow other people's fingers."

    Ah Huang became excited when he heard it: "Not only can it not be done, but it will be very dangerous!"

    Jacques nodded at him, serious as a statesman.  Ah Huang opened his eyes wide, like a true fan, ready to listen to his teachings at any time.

    I am not at all surprised by Jacques' discovery.

    In other words, I didn't expect that he took this seriously¡ª¡ªa big event, a big discovery.

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