Prose hometown store

The opening of a store at home was my dream for a time when I was a child, and the only thing I lobbied adults for many times. My reasons were positive: people from the village would come to buy, I could make a lot of money, and I could help out with the work.

The dream of depending on adults didn't come true after all, although the selfishness of wanting to snack as much as I wanted was hidden from view. So, until I was twelve, the two stores in the village named after their owners became my favorite places to patronize. The Purple Sister and her store were not far from home and had a full range of goods. Liu Xianggong store is far, belonging to the neighboring village, in addition to a little snacks on nothing else, but I read every day through, but go more.

Purple sister and store on the side of the road in a dirt house, about two meters high set of wooden shelves will be separated into two halves of the parlor, behind a square table, continue to be used as a parlor, the front and then across a row of glass cabinets, that is, the store. The village people use things, here all have. Bamboo brooms for sweeping the lawn, bristle brooms for sweeping the house, long shoes for going down to the pond in winter, gabion baskets for fish, dark green pesticide sprayers, long nails for nailing the attic boards, and earth-colored wickerwork pulled up into a twist-like shape were all placed on the wooden shelves in a dark and dreary manner. In the center of the square grid, the big red and green eye-catching, that is the old people must use the birthday quilt. All things are unobstructed, at a glance.

The high and distant things, children do not care. I went in and my eyes only rested on the glass counter. The counter slipped through the glass altar, all colors of flower paper wrapped fruit candy, black shell of the original melon seeds, white shell of the cream melon seeds, bulging peanuts, fan thin fan thin cat ears, white sesame rolled wrapped in orchid roots, through the mouth of the end of the red chili crisps, bared the teeth of the oily beans, dipped in peanuts, white thick slices of frozen rice cake, a altar of the temptation of the color, so that lying on the side of the counter with grease stains and stains of the moment I pierced through the vision! The glass walls of the altar, sealed by the aroma of my mouth to steal saliva. I've seen snotty little kids with one hand tugging on the wooden edge of the counter and one hand tugging on the corner of my mother's coat, crying to buy, and not leaving until they buy. At this point, the purple sister and will pick a fruit candy jar from the most broken wrapper: good, do not cry, your mother next time to buy. As a mother pulling the compromised child to go out, eyes apologetic and helpless.

Luckily, every time I help adults to buy things will always be a little more change, let me take one of the altar incense.

The owner of the purple sister and about thirty years old, love to laugh, short very plump, like a happy penguin. Big voice, big teeth, can talk and fuck a mouthful of folder sound accent, folder is the local accent and the city accent, crisp and special. I've heard adults say that she is a foreign daughter-in-law, her mother's family in the city near the place, married in not two years opened this store.

Thimbles, cotton thread, cigarettes, batteries, toothpaste, toothbrushes, shoe polish, shoe brushes, Glow laundry detergent, horse-head soap, pencils and brushes, ink, books, full of glass cabinets. Corner of the two yellow earthenware jar, that is bulk soy sauce and chili sauce, a black and a red two bamboo carriers hanging on the wall shows the sweet and sour life.

One day, I found the square yellow color box of bee flower soap and toothpaste box like youth shampoo there. Their fragrance unlike snacks and the pattern of a girl with long flowing hair both made me smell with joy. For the first time in my life, I realized that beauty and scent are priceless, but anything that smells beautiful and scented is expensive. I can't take my eyes off of the owner's wife's enthusiastic introduction, and that time, I bought less candy to bring them home like a baby.

These things are not available in the store of Mr. Liu.

Ten to twelve years old, I went out of the village to read the fourth, fifth and sixth grades, and every morning and evening passed through this humble store. It was really simple, a few square meters of earth brick house, a window opening on the wall facing the road. Apart from ginger and melon seeds, I can't remember what else was in the store. Mr. Liu, a kindly smiling face in the window to welcome passers-by. To be more specific, the passers-by were student children like us. Half-dried, salted red ginger and twelve-minute dry melon seeds were favorites of mine and many of my classmates. As for why he was called Liu Xianggong, I don't understand, anyway, everyone shouted so. We like the countryside will not love to do things or do things clumsily and slowly man called "Xianggong", he is this kind of?

At that time, plastic bags were still a luxury, wrapping melon seeds and red ginger are using paper. A cut size of the old newspaper, by Liu Xianggong tie zongzi rolled zongzi leaves like a spin, a round funnel good, red ginger, melon seeds into, and then a pressure side of a fold, a proper angular package will be handed over to you. A pair of big hands, can be tricky, do not look at the face, you can not see this flexible and nimble strength is an old man with a head of frost flowers.

The children are small, two cents, but also have to buy a packet of melon seeds to buy a packet of red ginger, there is a penny to do so. Liu Xianggong never said anything, five cents of business as usual, smiling and give you a good package, mouth favorite said: these saezi sister, and taller.

I took him from the window to hand over the paper bag, can be salt can be sweet, suddenly feel the school to home a road to walk up exceptionally easy and happy.

Walking, out of the village. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the time you've got. Some people say that people really grow up and mature is he can still arrive at naivety, I still love to eat snacks and often dream of my countryside counts?

Every time I go back to my hometown, I always miss the old, knowing that everything will not be as old. The small buildings in the village have long had the same small supermarket in the city. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and it was a long time coming. The purple sister and store, Liu Xianggong store, has been a landscape of the past years, slightly sweet, slightly warm.