In the hot summer, the village was dazzled by the scorching sun. The branches and leaves of willow, poplar and acacia hung painfully, and there was no wind. The yellow dog lay in the shade, panting with his tongue out.
Far away, the charming voice penetrated the hot air, spread to this side and got into the ear: "Great-ice! Ice cream stick-ice! Red bean stick-ice! "
The yellow dog pricked up its ears and rushed eagerly in the direction of the sound, and was attracted by the sudden cry in the room: "I want to eat popsicles!" I want to eat cream popsicles! "
As the crying got closer, a heavy bicycle appeared at the entrance of the village, and the cyclist slowed down while hawking. When going uphill, he got out of the car, stepped on the brake pedal, propped up the wooden box behind the car with his body and stopped.
He took out a piece of wood and knocked on the outer wall of the wooden box, with a rhythm of two quick and one slow, and the shouting changed the tone: "Bang! Great.-Ice! Bang bang! Red beans-popsicles! Cream popsicle! " The wooden box is very big, firmly fixed on the book and newspaper rack, covered with thick cotton wool, and there are cold and attractive popsicles hidden inside.
The yellow dog jumped up from the ground early and shouted at the uninvited guest, "Woof! Woof! "
As if hearing the assembly number, a bunch of slackers, boys and girls, poured out of the village and surrounded the car. The girl who ran in front handed me the nickel in her hand, and the popsicle seller took the money, stuffed it into her pocket, opened the cotton wool on the wooden box, opened the wooden cover, and quickly took out a reddish-brown red bean popsicle and handed it to the girl.
The girl took it, unwrapped the thin wrapping paper outside, threw it on the ground, put it in her mouth and took a sip. The shorter sister next to her tugged at her arm anxiously: "Give me a bite! Give me a bite! " My sister put a popsicle in her mouth and she took a hard bite. There are red beans on half of the head of the popsicle, so there are only two-thirds of the popsicle left, and almost all the red beans have entered my sister's mouth. My sister raised the popsicle over her head and shouted angrily, "Take another big bite and eat slowly. Yours is gone, it is all mine! " "Sister won't have time to talk back at the moment. Her mouth is too cold to stand, and her tongue can't stretch out or shrink. She spit out half of the popsicle and picked it up with her hands. Her hand was cold, so she quickly put it back in her mouth.
The popsicle seller collects money in one hand and gives money in the other, and his mouth is not idle: "Great-ice! Red beans-popsicles! Cream popsicle! " In the sound of hawking, more and more children gathered around the car, and a cream popsicle and a red bean popsicle were stuffed into their mouths, making a sucking sound. The popsicle melts quickly, and every pore of the limbs is destroyed, because the cold and sweet taste is very comfortable, and the smile on the face can't be hidden.
The boy whose parents didn't give pocket money watched others' popsicles getting shorter and shorter, swallowed and licked his lips, just like the popsicles he had eaten yesterday, and the taste stayed on the tip of his tongue. And the popsicle seller is still not good, the board is playing loudly and selling harder. The yellow dog was stopped by the young master at the moment, stopped, and went to the shade to lie down and catch his breath.
Almost all the people who bought popsicles have finished eating. People who don't buy it probably don't have the money to buy it. He wiped the sweat dripping from his forehead, kicked his own feet, pushed the car, jumped on the seat and rode to another village. The peddling spread farther and farther, and the boys and girls dispersed. After eating, they took a popsicle stick to swim, stick cicadas or do something else. Go home without food and cry and die with your parents. The car selling popsicles will come back tomorrow. The yellow dog raised his head and walked in the direction of the sound far away. He listened attentively for a while and put his big head on his front paw.
"Great-ice! Red beans-popsicles! Cream popsicle! " Correspondingly, the cicadas on the branches sang at the top of their lungs: "Cicada-Cicada-"