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In the middle of the night, Chen Jia woke up once.
Through the wall, she heard her mother's suppressed angry accusations. Later, her mother started crying, and her father spoke in a low voice. After a long time, those voices could no longer be heard.
Because she didn't sleep well, Chen Jia woke up a bit late the next day. When she opened her eyes, the sunlight was shining on the wall, and the weather was hotter than the day before.
Her new doll sat obediently on the chest of drawers, with big blue eyes and long curly hair like the waves of the deep sea.
"Good morning, Xiaomei," Chen Jia greeted the doll as she climbed out of bed, nearly kicking over the mosquito coil.
She walked barefoot, swaying her slender legs as she went to the kitchen to find something to eat.
The faint smell of oil in the kitchen had not dissipated, and the youtiao (fried dough sticks) that her father had bought had softened in the plastic bag. She finished eating them with cold soy milk, hesitated for a moment between doing her summer homework and playing, and decided to go out and play first.
Wearing a floral dress, Chen Jia hung the keys around her neck and trotted downstairs.
" Momo, Momo."
"Jia Jia sister."
Jiang Can opened the door, then immediately sat back on the small stool. The living room was playing " Big-Headed Kid and Little Head Dad," and the little boy was watching attentively.
Chen Jia kicked off her sandals, went to the kitchen fridge to get crushed ice, the pink strawberry flavor is her favorite, the yellow banana flavor is for Jiang Can.
"Where is your grandpa, Zhanzhan?"
Chen Jia bit through the plastic straw, and the ice-cold sweetness instantly flowed into her mouth.
"Grandpa went to the youth center to teach calligraphy."
"Where is your older brother?"
"He's studying in the study."
Chen Jia pushed open the door, and Jiang Mo sat by the window studying his blue globe, his eyes lowered, his expression unusually quiet.
The sunlight reflected off his features, his fair skin, and his delicate face looked like that of an angel in a painting.
" Momo, why aren't you watching cartoons?" She moved Grandpa Jiang Mo's big dictionary and sat down next to him.
"I've seen it before," the boy turned slightly and said in a low voice.
Chen Jia sucked on some crushed ice and turned with him, saying, "You can watch it again even if you've seen it before. I've watched The Legend of the White Snake five times."
Jiang Mo said nothing, lifted his head and then lowered it, his straight black hair covering his long eyebrows, and his eyelashes casting shadows on his face.
Chen Jia suddenly held the boy's hand that was spinning the globe, leaned in, and breathed hot air on his face.
" Momo, let's play a game."
The game Chen Jia suggested was to spin the globe like a ball and see who could spin it faster. Jiang Mo knew the destructive power of this game, so she suggested a different way to play.
Chen Jia had a serious expression as she covered a small yellow spot on the globe with her chubby fingertips. Before she could finish looking up the word in the dictionary, the boy accurately said, "Asia, Cambodia."
The sound of flipping through the dictionary echoed as Chen Jia confirmed that he was right. She then turned the globe around and pointed to a purple worm in the middle of the white ocean.
"North America, Cuba."
" Momo Wow, you're amazing. How do you do it?"
Chen Jia I noticed that no matter which point I point to, Jiang Mo can accurately say the names of those countries without taking any time to think.
"He is as precise as the latest Little Tyrant learning machine.
Chen Jia looked at the boy with shining eyes."
"He really is a rare 'genius' as the dads say, even more talented than Fang Yu who can swim and climb trees.
" Momo, teach me." Chen Jia pounced, hugging Jiang Mo and shaking his arm.
Jiang Mo was shaken by her until she couldn't hold the globe steady, "Do you want to learn?"
"Mm."
Chen Jia emphasized the point.
If she learns it, she can show off in front of Fang Yu, and Fang Yu might be infuriated by her.
Jiang Mo's dark eyes looked at her calmly, "But you just lost."
"Ah?"
"Be quiet and I'll teach you."
Half an hour later, Chen Jia happily gave up on trying to learn something she couldn't figure out. She started thinking about Fang Yu's Nintendo game console and was itching to play. She insisted that Jiang Mo go with her to find Fang Yu, leaving Jiang Can behind to look after the house.
However, she didn't get to play Super Mario today because Fang Yu suggested going to play by the river. The three of them ate lotus seeds and came to the Han River. The river was vast and white, and the river breeze brought a cool mist.
Several boys carrying small buckets were barefoot in the water, their backs sunburned and peeling, as they felt for river clams.
Chen Jia and Fang Yu locked eyes, grinned, and rushed over, splashing a big spray of water, leaving Jiang Mo behind.
"Jia Jia, we didn't bring a bucket."
Jiang Mo remembered the teacher's repeated instructions that during the summer vacation, without adult supervision, they absolutely couldn't go into the water.
"It's okay, I've got this," Chen Jia said, turning around and tying up her skirt in front of her. She dipped her leg, with the red potion applied, into the river. "This should work, right?"
Jiang Mo was still hesitating, when Fang Yu pulled her down. The soft and delicate river sand gave a special sense of satisfaction when stepped on.
Chen Jia used her feet to draw on the sand, stirring up the water so much that Fang Yu couldn't see the river clams. This made her shout angrily, "Chen Jia, if you dare to move again, I'll push you into the river."
Chen Jia made a funny face and scooped up some water to splash at Fang Yu. The two of them were so wild that their clothes were soaked before they went to feel for the clams.
In a moment, Chen Jia was pinched by a clam, sitting in the water shouting in pain. Fang Yu quickly took a stone to pry it off for her, while Jiang Mo found some grass on the shore, crushed it, and rubbed it on her hands.
In the afternoon, the three children had a full harvest. Fang Yu exchanged ten river clams for a plastic red bucket with a missing edge, filled to the brim with large ones.
Chen Jia has a pile of clams in her skirt, holding a few in her hand, unwilling to throw away even one.
Walking on the whitening dirt road, the sandals make a squelching sound, and the water marks on the soles are steamed dry as soon as they are printed.
Turning around the stone wall by the embankment, Jiang Mo suddenly stopped.
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