Grandma, oil, oil!

"Yang Yan, eat noodles!" Little I heard my grandmother's loud voice, from the room "tap" ran to the living room. Needless to say, by this time I could crawl, walk, run, and jump. I sat obediently on the sofa as usual, waiting for my grandmother to feed me noodles. Despite my young age and small body, I eat more noodles than my father. 'Come, ah! Grandma made a mouth action, I opened my mouth, a deep suction, a big clip of noodles into my mouth, delicious! At this time, people passing by the door will look inside and boast: "This child is really cute, with her 'food amount, the body will be safeguarded in the future!" So, I was proud to eat a clip of noodles, but the oil water jumped into the eyes, eyes burning pain. I covered my eyes, "babbling" roared: "Grandma, oil, oil!" Grandma would rush in and take a towel for me to wipe.

A few months later, I somehow got a high fever. The forehead is hotter than boiling water. I mean, this is freaking out the family. My father took me to the hospital, my mother took care of me day and night, and my grandmother cooked for me. One day, the doctor walked into the ward and said: "The child can't do without infusion, otherwise the disease will be more serious." "Then infusion ah!" My mother answered without hesitation, still looking at me with an anxious expression. Maybe I am very sensitive to the infusion, I burst into tears! Now, I could be heard all over the hospital. The doctor brought potions and needles, and the family held me down and didn't allow me to move. Then I had this feeling, first cool, then hot, and finally painful. The doctor put the needle in and I pulled it out with my own hand! Helpless, this needle has to be from the tie! I think I'm going to die, this pain is like a broken hand and foot, under the frying pan, the fire is burning! "Mother, mother! Aaargh!" "Be nice and don't cry!" I could feel my mother confused, but there was nothing I could do because the pain continued and so did my crying. All right, the needle's in, and I'm pretty quiet after a while.

A year passed, and I grew taller and stronger, and was no longer a weak child, but I met with misfortune again. Summer heat, I run around again, so the body hair some small red spots, an itch I use my hand to scratch. So, my mom shaved my head. At that time, I did not know the consequences of my little bald head, so I wore the clothes and pants that my little brother did not want, under the sun, and still ran around. Once, an aunt saw me and touched my head and said, "Yo, this little boy is so cute!" But my gender concept is not strong, temporarily do not understand the relationship between men and women, see her kuai I cute, I nodded proudly. However, before long, the people around me all regard me as a little boy, and shout "brother" all day. I was in the "boy" years.

my mouth, delicious! At this time, people passing by the door will look inside and boast: "This child is really cute, with her 'food amount, the body will be safeguarded in the future!" So, I was proud to eat a clip of noodles, but the oil water jumped into the eyes, eyes burning pain. I covered my eyes, "babbling" roared: "Grandma, oil, oil!" Grandma would rush in and take a towel for me to wipe.