What stupid things did you do when you were a child?

It's funny to say stupid things, but it's also childlike in retrospect.

First, blowing chopped green onion can make a fart sound.

My eyes, as soon as I got to the stove where the flower heads were cut, turned round and round, watching my mother swim between pots and pans like running water and follow her like a small tail.

For six or seven years old, imagine me as a cherry ball.

When my mother and I were collecting old things, I didn't expect that there were many small clothes of mine in her dowry suitcase, including small clothes of cherry maruko. They smell of camphor wood boxes, far away and beautiful like a dream. I seem to see the little girl with a cut flower head skipping and laughing in these clothes.

Fuzzy and scattered memories overlap, and there is a pungent smell between the lips, which is onion. I saw my mother turn around and smile at me in front of the stove, holding an onion in her hand and putting it to her mouth, blowing it gently and making a beeping sound.

Surprised and delighted, I jumped up to steal her play. She pinched a piece for me, and I puffed up my cheeks and blew hard. There was no sound at all, but my mouth was full of spicy silk. She smiled like a hibiscus flower in the bright sky, and the noodles in the pot were stirred loudly. My face was flushed and I kept blowing, which made a mess and scattered all over the floor.

Second, the fairy wants to sell me.

There was a time when I was obsessed with sesame oil bibimbap. I used my small silver lithium bowl to hold hot white rice, poured a circle of sesame oil and stirred it with a spoon. It smells great.

There is a small hole in the wooden door of my kitchen. I suddenly remembered this secret thing. This is related to the feeling of fear. Holding my small bowl, I stood on tiptoe and squinted out of the hole. My mother is talking with two women.

When I was sitting on a small bench eating my sesame oil bibimbap, someone was cooing outside, so my mother went out and took the kitchen door with her.

I feel horrible. Looks like two fairies.

Listen to Xiaojin and others, as if the fairy wanted to catch the child and sell it. They often go door to door to tell the villagers' fortune and watch feng shui. I heard that I went to Xiaojin's house and said that there was a bridge in front of Grandma Xiaojin's grave. Hey! Everyone in the family says they are gods, don't they? There is a wooden bridge in front of Zhang Fang's ancestral grave. Then use everyone's birthday to calculate luck.

Mom closed the door to protect me. I was scared to death when the kitchen door creaked open.

Later, my mother said that when she opened the door, she saw me crying while munching on my rice, and almost laughed herself out.

Who are those two women? I don't remember now. It seems that after that, many people hung Feng Shui mirrors under the eaves in front of their houses.

When I passed their door, I looked up blankly.

There is a slight shadow of a swallow, a twisted antenna and sparkling water. I move, they move.