In the hazy eyes of tears, he saw the figure of his parents who were getting old, he thought of the evil fly ideals, thought of the messy study life, and thought of a little enjoyment for himself.

For the sake of his own vanity, he actually came up with such a bad way to deceive the teacher, as if he saw his mother hear these four words that penetrated deep into his bones, threw herself on the ground and did not wake up, and the sound of herself kneeling on the ground and crying, he leaned down and hugged his head in pain.

"Don't cry, Changping, get up quickly!" Hearing that people couldn't see people crying, he hurriedly hugged Xia Changping and dragged him hard, "People can't be reborn when they die, mourn everything, pay attention to your body." Hearing the teacher's words, he began to cry again.

"How old is your mother, she is old. ”

"Fifty-one, she added me in her thirties, it's not easy to take me so old, but I ......," Xia Changping said with a sob.

"Teacher Wenren, let's make a note for Changping, you look pitiful!" Xia Heyue said with a sad face.

Xia Changping took the exit card and went out crying, he washed his face, but he still couldn't stop the sadness on his face, this cursed lie will become a permanent scar on him, he returned to the class, took a few books and went home. There was a sigh of sympathy and sighs in the room.

After a while, the thin catkins ran over: "Teacher, Changping is home, I'll go back too!"

"What's the matter with you?" Wen Ren suppressed his sorrow, looked at this quiet, introverted, little girl with eyes like a pool of clear water, and said to her with a smile.

"Homesick!" said catkins in a low voice.

"It's not a thing, it's a vacation in five or six days, don't go back. ”

"Then Changping can ask for leave, but I can't ask for leave?"

"People are old, dead!

Catkins nodded and went out.

Xia Changping, who had been playing happily for a day, returned home dejected because of lying, and he saw his mother who was busy next to the pot, did not speak, and returned to the house sadly.

When his mother came to ask the reason, he had already plugged in the door tightly, said "headache" through the wall and went to sleep.

I don't know how long it took for me to hear voices talking outside, and my mother had called the doctor to her home.

This annoyed him again, for it seemed to him that his mother's concern had become a burden, and that he was like a lonely bird that could never fly out of the cage of love.

"Mommy, Mommy, can you not love me for once?" he really wanted to shout at his mother.

"Ah Ping, come out quickly, tell the doctor to take a good look!" the mother shouted outside again in a non-fluent Hebei dialect.

"I'm not sick!" Xia Changping shouted loudly.

"It seems that the fever is not light, and if you are sick, you can say that you are not sick!" The mother chatted with the doctor again.

"Come out, Ah Ping!" No matter what his mother called, Xia Changping just didn't come out.

"Doctor, don't wait for him, just get him some medicine, boy!" the mother shook her head vigorously.

After two days of eating, Xia Changping's parents always have to fill in the vegetables for their children, you have chopsticks, I have a chopstick, and he is simply treated as a duck, and he has to eat it, and he has to eat it if he doesn't eat it.

Xia Changping ran out with a shy stomach and a full burp. He walked around the bazaar, didn't find anything interesting, and didn't care about admiring the slender figures of those young girls, so he used Yang Yuelong's money to buy some food indiscriminately, and came to school.

Of course, this made his fox friends and dog friends admire, and this time Xia Changping became a hero.

After Xia Changping left, when his mother Zhong Qiaojie was cleaning up his house, she suddenly found a few books, flipped through them again and again, and called Xia Pocan to help identify them, and finally confirmed that they were this semester's books.

His lovely mother thought about it for a long time, thought of the demeanor of Changping without a gun in the war, rode a tricycle, and despite the hard work of more than 20 miles, she came to Yunqiao at 5 o'clock in the afternoon on Saturday.

Today, only Wenren, Xia Heyue and Ye Yu were on duty, and the house was relatively quiet, and Ye Yu called Chi Cheng to tutor his homework again.

In the past two days, Liu Wu saw that the teacher didn't speak, and hid and walked, but it was still for the sake of going home, this little girl's heart is really small, and she takes the big things to heart, no, call over and ask.

Liu Fu stood at his table, he was just about to speak, pushed the door and came in, a short figure, about fifty years old, with a Sichuan accent, asked to find Xia Changping, just galloped back, so let him give him a message.

"I'm looking for Teacher Wenren?" she held a few books, leaned down humbly, and looked around with a wooden expression.

"I am!" he looked back at her, one meter and a half, gray cloth shirt, faded pants could not be more plain, nervous and wooden expression, unkempt hair was white.

"You ......"

"Changping's mother!" she approached Wenren, her legs were slightly lame, and her voice was not loud, but it was like the chirping of bees in the harsh winter, and the speeding of cars in the sky stopped everyone's eyes and plundered everyone's soul.

"Changping's mother!" she thought he hadn't heard clearly, and said loudly, so startled that Ye Yu snorted and spit it back, and the quiet catkins opened their mouths and spit out their tongues.

"Ghost, there is a ghost!" the nervous catkins suddenly said a word, jumping Sister Zhong Qiao.

"Oops, when I went home two days ago, Changping lied and said that her mother was dead!" Xia Heyue deserved to have seen the world and dared to speak.

"Wouldn't it?" Sister Zhong Qiao couldn't believe her ears, her eyes widened, she didn't believe that her loyal and honest son would say such a thing.

"Liu Wu, call Changping over!" he pointed to the Liu Wu in a daze.

She ran out, and after a while, Xia Changping ran over panting, he looked at his mother, his blood surged upward, and he almost fainted: "You...... Why are you here?"

"Who is this in Changping?" Wen Ren pulled a long tone, in a questioning tone.

"I ...... Grandma!" Xia Changping stretched the "I" very long, and the two words behind it were vague.

"Say it again?" was so anxious that her mother's Sichuan dialect came out.

"Grandma, let's go home and talk about it!"

Stomping his feet, he looked at his mother with pleading eyes, and thought to himself, "Please, please!"

The mother slapped it over, and accumulated fifteen years of slaps, fifteen years of glory and disgrace, fifteen years of laughter and tears, containing endless hope and sadness, containing endless love and hatred, mother's tears flowed out, Xia Changping couldn't withstand this slap.

"For fifteen years, for you to eat, for you to drink, you were sick and carried you to the hospital, and I broke my leg on the way, and you couldn't see my crutches! It was easy to give birth to you in your thirties!

You left the book at home, Xia Village came to this more than 20 miles, I rode a tricycle, and turned again, I don't want you to do anything, I don't want you to study well, An An is a man, live honestly, but you deceive the teacher, you are cursing me to death!"

Xia Changping squeaked and cried, without saying a word.

"Changping, your mother rides a tricycle, fifty miles back and forth, just for a book, this kind of family affection, this kind of maternal love, gold and silver mountains can't buy it, you use this way to deceive the teacher and curse your mother, who doesn't feel sad when you hear it, why do you lie?"

"Why are you lying if you skip school?" Xia Changping's mother also asked.

"Our village passed the temple and made a bet with Yang Yuelong!" Xia Changping couldn't cry and told the reason.

"I don't know what you think, apologize to your mother and make a promise!" Mr. Wenren said sternly.

"I don't dare anymore!" Xia Changping bowed deeply to his mother, and Sister Zhong Qiao said while wiping his tears: "Study hard in the future, don't always think about playing." ”

"Ah Ping, you go, I'll have a word with the teacher. ”

After Xia Changping left, Sister Zhong Qiao took out a handkerchief from her trouser pocket, opened it layer by layer, took out a hundred yuan of change, and said: "This baby spends money cleanly, save the money here, and spend every penny." ”

Teacher Wenren watched her withdraw money layer by layer, thinking of her limping and driving for more than 20 miles, and her heart was full of emotion.