Word of War

That year, she was sick, he dray pulled her to the town to find clinics. Said a bucketful of good things, pulled out all the coins in the pocket, the doctor finally gave her needle, and then superimpose her two the Wong Chuk wrap Chinese medicine.

A the fritters love he pulled dray to go back, she was still sitting on the board the car. Through a side street to the right, and then across the street, the smell of incense incense children drifting, drifting over. He fiercely swallowed saliva mouth, hesitated a few seconds, only a step back: "Do you want to eat fritters do not?"

Board the car, she had also secretly swallow saliva to Huer hear his questioning Lengle Leng, shaking his head: "do not eat, do not want to eat." She pressed the to press cloth cooked sweet potato: This sweet potato, if I was hungry, eat a sweet potato. "She made it clear his pocket even a broken slot gone, there would be no money to buy fritters.

He said quietly, looking at her, just like all of a sudden, all of a sudden see into her heart. She was embarrassed, bow. Damn, that smell of incense incense children rushed over, she can not help but swallow swallow saliva.

Gently pulled the dray street, mooring, he strode toward the corner of the street stalls that fried fritters walked. Her eyes chasing his back shoulder wide figure, looked at him standing in the stall before poking the little. She blushed, closed my eyes in shame. God, we are not beggars! Him how nerve begging to the people! Open your eyes again, she saw him smiling, holding a fritters ran toward her.

Her angry, turned away: "I do not eat I'm not a beggar, I do not eat begging to something."

He said aloud: "Who says this the fritters is begging to, I get cut tobacco for."

She said in surprise: "take the cut tobacco for? You want to smoke when we supposed to?" He smoker for many years, they said, "people are iron rice is steel", he says, "the man of iron, smoke steel. In his eyes, the smoke is more important than rice. Tired, he points cigarettes a smoke in high spirits; hungry, he points cigarettes a suction on the full. He smoked cigarettes are homegrown pipe down, dried tobacco leaves cut wire stuffed into small plastic bags and then tuck in his pocket, when you want to smoke, take small pieces of paper rolled into a megaphone.

He laughed: "half a day not to smoke, not die. Then bad addiction to the forbearance not to pick up a few slices of dried leaves of the roadside grated roll into a megaphone, do not they can still smoke can be an emergency ... "He handed her the fritters:" fast food, hot, savory soft. "

She said: "We divided the food, you half my half." He shook his head and shook his head: "No, I do not eat greasy things, you quickly eat."

She bit into the eyes foggy, want to wipe, do not rub. He was still pleased with, and asked: "fragrant aroma, sweet?" She blurted out: "Bitter was hard."

He almost jumped up: "Bitter? How bitter, I want the master to the fried one of the sweetest and most fragrant Oh." She lifted her head, frowning: "do not believe your own taste." She Push pinch under large half fiercely into his mouth. He chew, then chew what, Huh, odd, strange, not bitter, sweet incense, but also warm and it.

See his face puzzled puzzled look, suddenly, she Puchi laugh came. He, for an instant, to understand how it happens. She just "cheat" he shared a donut you lie to him eating a donut half! ......

This story, he is my father 30 years ago. This story, she is my mother 30 years ago. This story, the father told me about the "9999" times, my mother told me about the "9999" times. The father, the mother tells the "version" is slightly different. The father always ignore the plot of his own love of smoking tobacco for fritters, has repeatedly reiterated that the mother lied to him to eat fritters details. Mother always stressed the the father with cut tobacco for the the fritters details, but throwing She lied to his father to eat fritters plot.