第八章杨森(1/4)

如果说杨森还有什么盼头的话，绝对与学业无关了。半大的小子开了怀，就是那三春的驴儿骚了蹄。夜里坐在堂屋没有一点初中三年级学生要中考的压力。
                                                                                                                                                                书丢在一旁嘴里啃着薄皮多汁的黄梨。梨汁甜到心里，但他心里念念的早已装满了隔壁的李云。
                                                                                                                                                                小店收了，丽红没去守店的意思。把下午打回来的猪草堆放在堂屋地上，搬出一个大木盆剁猪草。丽红剁得很细致把自己精选细嫩的猪草一把把理整齐，用刀拍平。一刀下去猪草从整齐的切口溢出绿色的草汁，一刀挨着一刀下去葱绿的猪草就碎成细末，弄得刀上都是绿的。
                                                                                                                                                                猪草特有的气味扩散在堂屋，钻进杨森鼻子里。杨森不喜欢地揉揉鼻翼：“娘不歇着，猪草直接喂给它吃就是。”
                                                                                                                                                                “直接吃猪伢子不肥的。”长树也坐在那，爷俩隔着桌子对着。长树说：“你娘要给它剁碎了加糠和麦麸煮一大锅放那，慢慢喂它。”
                                                                                                                                                                夫妻俩十多年的默契是谁也不能理解的，丽红抬头看了眼端坐在桌边的长树。
                                                                                                                                                                长树目光没有聚点，显露出了他的目盲。
                                                                                                                                                                “用的着这么伺候它么。”杨森不以为然，他注意整洁娘很讲究，就是剁猪草也身上系了围裙，穿了长袖衣服手上戴着胶手套。娘很爱护自己身体，一点都不像农村的女人，细嫩的皮肤在粗糙的环境会起疹子，红一块白一块的。
                                                                                                                                                                “你娘就是这么会伺候，你也是你娘这样一手喂养长大的。”长树心情看起来不错。
                                                                                                                                                   

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