Popsicle in a foam box

"Selling popsicles, selling popsicles, mung beans, soda, popsicles ..."

Long shouts from far to near. Still lagging behind.

Every summer, when the land scorched by the sun can almost catch fire on the spot, when everyone is working in the fields or mountains, there will always be such a person, either riding a bicycle and tying a square white foam box with a belt at the back, or carrying the belts on both sides of the foam box on his shoulders like a schoolbag, and hanging the foam box on his chest, and then carrying a straw hat across various items in the scorching sun.

In my memory, there seems to be a thick quilt in the foam box. As soon as the box was opened, there was a cold fog inside, and the popsicle was wrapped in a quilt.

I was curious. Isn't the quilt warm? Won't the popsicle melt?

Every time a man comes to shout, the land begins to stir before people arrive. The hairy children ran to their parents or grandparents, tearing their skirts and saying they wanted to eat popsicles. They often run from all directions with twenty cents in a short time, one after another, for fear that the popsicles will be gone if they are late.

The children ran to the drinker, handed him crumpled money, and then eagerly waited for popsicles, mung beans and sweet soda. It's cold and icy. After I got it, a smile appeared on my dark face.

Seven or eight-year-old children, carrying small baskets in the soil in the mountains, followed the adults in the land and picked yellow flowers in the scorching sun. Bend the branches much higher than you and pick them one by one. Be careful not to touch the immature buds. In a year, most of the tuition and living expenses are earned by this.

No matter how tight the money bag is, adults will try their best to give their children a popsicle. After all, popsicles are not available every day. After each time, it takes two or three days to transfer back to the same place.

Eating popsicles is always so fast. Even if you lick them slowly, you will finish them in a short time. After eating the last bite, the children will lick the stick clean and then regain their vitality. They will continue to carry a small basket with a black face on their back, looking for mature flowers in the sound of cicadas, picking them one by one, and then putting them in the basket when they can't reach them with their hands.

Not every child can enjoy popsicles in the hot sun. Not far from these children who are contentedly eating popsicles, a small body is hiding behind a tree, sticking out only one head, eagerly watching them eat, and then throwing the popsicles to the ground.

"Mom, I want to eat popsicles, too." Children who are much younger than their peers run to their mothers with tears in their eyes, pulling their mothers' skirts and expecting.

"Well, mom asked grandma to buy it." The thin woman came trembling to her mother-in-law who was resting next to her.

"Kun son, finished eating popsicles, you just sit here and don't run around. Grandma picked it here, so we can go home and have a rest. "

Before the woman could say anything, her mother-in-law took a look at her, took out a handkerchief, held her little grandson in her arms, and wiped the place where the melted popsicle stuck on her face.

"Mom, Xiaoyao also wants to eat popsicles. Buy her one. " The woman clung to her daughter hiding behind her, as if she had plucked up great courage.

"You know what to eat, but you can't do anything. It's been so long, you haven't finished picking a piece of land. You can't finish picking it. Do you want us to help you pick it? "

"Mom ... Xiaoyao didn't eat it, so ... I bought it for her once ..." The woman looked down and didn't dare to look at her mother-in-law.

"Don't worry about going to work, I don't have any extra money on me." After putting her grandson in a cool place, her mother-in-law took up her basket and went to the unfinished land. Still cursing ...

The little girl behind her couldn't help sobbing. Two tears, like fine sand leaked from a sieve, slipped over their cheeks and fell to the ground, and were immediately sucked in by the land without a trace.

The woman turned and squatted down to hold the girl and patted her back, wiped her tears with her skirt and moved her to a cool place. Then she got up and took the basket and walked into the vast land. If she doesn't pick it soon, it won't be good until the flowers bloom.

The shouts of selling popsicles are getting farther and farther away. The little girl squatted on the ground, her head buried between her knees and her shoulders still moving.

Soon, she felt someone pushing her. She looked up, rubbed her wet eyes and looked at the person in front of her and the last sip of wine hanging on the stick she handed me. Eyes washed with tears, on a thin black face, smile is so beautiful.

"Sister Yao, one more thing, you eat." The little boy who had just been settled by his grandmother looked at his sister and smiled happily.