The autumn break is over, Mom and Dad made an exchange, Dad took my brother, and I was at home with Mom.

Following my mother, I had to get up an hour early every morning, wash up, and be dragged to school by my mother, and I had to walk a kilometer, I was extremely reluctant, but there was no way. Gaojia Primary School is 4 times the size of Linjia Primary School, there are many teachers, my mother and 3 teachers have an office, there is no dormitory, I have to rush back at noon every day, my mother pulled me to walk briskly, I went home and started cooking, I didn't rest enough after eating, and I was dragged to school by my mother. My mother took math class, and when I came home at night, I slept and my mother was still changing the homework that she brought home. I'm so busy every day, my temper is very bad, I run around like this every day, I'm not happy at all, and the most important thing is that I don't have the aura of the principal's girl, and I don't get so valued, and I have a sense of loss in my heart.

There is a girl in our class, she is very beautiful, her mother is the captain of the women's team in that village, she is the head of our class, the children in the class are afraid of her, although I am not afraid of her, but I also don't like her to show off her power. She always bullies this and that, even male classmates. I was sure she wouldn't dare touch me, so I didn't pay much attention to her.

In the morning, the time was too tight, so my mother bought a box of bread, got one for me every morning, and she took a cold steamed bun to eat herself. In the early 80s, bread was definitely scarce in rural children, and most rural children would take steamed buns. When everyone ate between classes, I could feel the envious eyes of everyone in the afterglow, and I enjoyed the gaze, and that vanity could replace my unappreciated loss.

Once, during recess, she called me to the corner at the back of the classroom, faced me, put her hands on her waist, and whispered, "Bring me a piece of bread tomorrow." I looked at her and didn't say yes, but I didn't say no either. I've never encountered anything like this. It was at this time that the class bell rang and she returned to her seat and I returned to mine.

I was distracted in class, and I was wondering if I should tell my mom or get her a piece of bread.

This question was entangled until the night, and I couldn't sleep in bed with no answer. My mother was lying on the table writing the lesson plan, and I looked at her back, and she was busy and didn't notice any difference in me.

At this time, suddenly someone knocked on the door, as if it was Dad's voice, and Mom ran to the yard in three steps and two steps to open the door for Dad. Dad entered the house, looking left and right, and Mom quickly asked: What will you do with the child when you come back? Dad became very disappointed when he heard this, but he instantly adjusted his mood and said I'll come back and get it... Daddy stammered... I happened to see a bundle of rope hanging on the wall, and my father said, "Oh, I'm going to use this bundle of rope urgently, Xiaoyang is at school, it's okay, I'll go back immediately." Dad took the rope and left the house in a hurry. Mom sent Dad to the door and asked repeatedly: Isn't something wrong? Dad said, "It's okay, don't think about it", and left in a panic.

When Mom said goodbye to Dad at the door, I quickly got out of bed, took a piece of bread from the bread box and stuffed it into my bag.

When she got back to the house, her mother became distracted, writing lesson plans and pacing back and forth in the house.

When I woke up the next morning, my mother, with red and swollen eyes, still stuffed me with a piece of bread as if she were in a war, and did not notice that the amount of bread was wrong. I took a piece of cold cake and dragged me to school.

When I arrived at school, I sat upright in my seat, and the beautiful class leader came late, and when he entered the classroom, he swept his face with the corner of his eye, and I was expressionless. I thought to myself: If she asks me for it, I will give it to her, and I must not take the initiative to give it to her.

After the first class, I didn't move. The beautiful squad leader didn't move either.

After the second class, she finally couldn't hold it anymore, walked up to me, and said come out with me. I reached into my bag and took bread and hid it behind me, and followed her behind the big tree outside the classroom. She asked me a little angrily, "Did you take it?" Without saying a word, I took the bread from behind me and handed it to her, and turned to leave. When I walked to the classroom, I saw Mr. Kogao, who was in the same office as my mother, standing by the window of the classroom next door, and I could see the scene clearly.

After the third class, Teacher Xiao Gao walked into our classroom, walked straight to the beautiful class leader, patted her on the shoulder, and said come on.

She didn't come back for the fourth period, and when she came back to the classroom after school, her eyes were red and swollen, and she packed her bag and went home. In the afternoon, her eyes always avoided me, and she also avoided me when she walked. I don't know what happened, I went home with my mother at noon, and I didn't dare to say anything when I saw that my mother was in a particularly bad mood.

In the evening, my father came home with my brother, and my mother and I learned about the major events that had taken place since last night and today.

It turned out that the morning before, my brother and a classmate grabbed a basketball and had an argument, and the boy cried and shouted that Xiaoyang beat me... Xiaoyang hit me... Dad rushed to hear the news and asked his brother to put down the ball, but my brother didn't let go, and my dad kicked my brother's buttocks, and my brother put down the basketball and cried and went back to the classroom, and my dad happened to have other things to do and continued to be busy.

After school, I didn't see my brother go to the cafeteria to eat, and my father looked around the school, but the school was so big, and he didn't find every corner. Dad went to the village to look for it, everyone spontaneously went to look for it, and the whole village echoed with Xiaoyang... Xiaoyang.. There was no trace of my brother, and seeing that it was getting dark, my father panicked.

A teacher reminded her that she was looking for her mother?

Dad went home in a hurry, going back and forth for dozens of miles, but found nothing.

In late autumn, the night was very cold, and Dad shouted softly in the empty school, but no one answered.

Dad was like crazy, walking back and forth in the village and at school, and he didn't see his brother all night, and his brother seemed to have evaporated from the world.

As the day dawned, the roosters in the village crowed one after another, and my father, who had not slept all night, was exhausted, and a teacher ran to my father in a panic, whispered something in his ear, and then ran out of school with my father. It turned out that there were three stacks of wheat straw piled up on the north wall of the school, and the teacher heard the sound of the stack when he passed by one of the stacks, and looked down to see that there seemed to be a hole next to the stack, and some wheat straw was scattered at the mouth of the hole. The voice came from the cave.

Dad hurried to the side of the straw stack, squatted down, and sure enough, he found a hole, and the hole was covered with some straw. After Dad cleaned the hole, he shouted inside, "Come out." Sure enough, my brother crawled out of it, covered in wheat stalks and crumbs, funny and embarrassed. Dad pulled his brother back to the office with a blushing face, washed up, took him to the cafeteria to eat something, and said with anger: Go to class, I'll send you home tonight.

When my mother heard about this, she cried. She said she knew what was going on, didn't sleep well all night, and had nightmares......

My brother and I both slept and heard my mom and dad arguing.

The next day, my brother stayed, and I was taken away by my father.

Many years later, I realized that the reason for changing the belt was because my mother blamed my father for not taking good care of me, and my fingers were almost wasted, and as a result, my father took my brother and almost lost my brother.