Summer is over, and it's time for me to go to preschool.

The preschool tuition was paid a long time ago, which was a blessing for the whole family at the time.

The night before school, my aunt used her white hands soaked in the silk reeling factory to sort out my school bag.

Preschool is in town, along with elementary school. Every day, my grandfather or grandmother would cook early and send me to school when the sky was just white.

There are many acquaintances in the preschool class, including Liao Dian'er, the daughter of the bank president, and her sister who used to learn to draw together. At that time, I already knew that what happened in our family was not a good thing, and I was afraid that others would not play with me, so I never took the initiative to find others. Fortunately, at that time, the parents did not instill the idea that children were not allowed to approach me, so I still made some good friends who were willing to bring me snacks with my personal charm.

I've just been learning painting for half a year, and I don't want to study anymore. It was at this time that my aunts became more strict with me, and sometimes when they made mistakes, they would hit my palms with transparent rulers, neither lightly nor severely.

In the autumn of that year, my uncle's sister was born! Her eyelashes were long, white and tender, and she was named Youyou.

Fast forward to the second year, and I was supposed to go to first grade, but I was not old enough and was told that I needed to attend an extra preschool.

My grandparents searched everywhere for connections, hoping to get me to first grade earlier, and finally found the bank president.

In the end, the governor didn't help, and the two chickens carried by the grandparents were brought back. I don't know what they said in it, but Liao, who is a few months younger than me, told me that she would soon be a primary school student.

In the end, my grandfather walked to the house of my aunt and grandfather, who was a village teacher, eight kilometers away. Early the next morning, my grandparents carried two more chickens and went to the school's admissions director with my aunt and grandfather. Apparently two chickens and a village teacher didn't carry much weight in talking, and I had to go to one more preschool.

The grandparents wanted to give the chicken to the aunt and grandfather, but he didn't take it, got on the bicycle and left, and didn't even eat. My grandparents didn't insist anymore, and went home to catch a few chickens and sell them to make up for my tuition.

The homeroom teacher of the second preschool class was the teacher who taught me in kindergarten, and asked me why I didn't go to the first grade, and I told her that I was not old enough to go to school, and she looked at me with some pity. Since then, I have been her free "coolie".

In winter, she would always let me take the glass bottle of the hospital's infusion and go to the hot water room to find my aunt to help her fill the hot water. At that time, I felt that letting me go was a kind of importance to me, and on the way there, I would carefully hold the bottle in both hands, and I felt that this was a very sacred thing. Until one time, when the aunt in the hot water room was filling water, the bottle burst, and she asked me to go back and say to the teacher, "The bottle is shocked!" After I confirmed it repeatedly, she still said to me: "You go back and tell the teacher that the bottle is shocked, and she will know what is going on." "On the way back to the classroom, I was very scared, thinking that I had not completed the task given to me by the teacher, and she would not value me anymore. I told her what my aunt had told me, and she just nodded her head to indicate that she understood. It wasn't until she asked me to do things like moving things, fetching water and sweeping the floor in the future that my heart settled.

There were twin brothers in preschool who had made me miserable, and I'm still haunted by them.

His uncle's home was in the silk reeling factory, and he often ran to help with the work, riding a tricycle to pull sweet potato leaves and feed the pigs. One day after school, I saw him riding a tricycle and couldn't help but beg him to give me a ride. So I sat on the edge of the tricycle, tugging at the strap of my school bag with both hands, and dangling my legs gracefully. One wheel of the tricycle got stuck in the pit, and the uncle rode away without looking back. I just lay on the ground like that, and my chin hit the big rock, and I bled all over the ground. My uncle finally turned around and pulled me to the clinic at the sound of someone shouting "stop".

In the end, I went to the hospital for five stitches, and a layer of white gauze was applied to the outside of the wound.

On the third day of school, I was very proud to tell my classmates that I had a lot of blood and five stitches, but I didn't cry. At this time, the eldest of the twins stood up: "You say five stitches, five stitches, you take off the gauze and we'll take a look!" So I didn't hesitate to uncover the gauze, revealing the crooked black thread sewing the wound. The eldest of the twins pointed at me and laughed, "Haha, you've got a beard!" and his classmates laughed along with him, laughing at me for growing a beard. At that moment, I felt like I had gone from a hero to a clown, and I was slumped with gauze and lay on my desk, ignoring my classmates' requests for me to remove the gauze.

The second of the twins was even more hateful, at that time, the poor family was almost unable to open the pot, and they were hungry for everything they saw others eating. That day, he took two small pieces of sugarcane and wanted to change my binoculars to play for a morning, and I agreed without hesitation, thinking that one piece of sugarcane would be eaten by myself and one would be brought back to my sister. But in the second period, he asked me to give him back the sugar cane, and he stopped playing with the telescope. I was very angry, but I was not good at arguing with people, so I had to think of a compromise and return a section of sugar cane to him, and no matter what he said, I just wouldn't take out the other section. In the end, he had to walk away with a piece of sugar cane, and I touched the sugar cane hidden in my sleeve and was glad that I had saved one. In the end, I took the sugar cane back and let my great-grandmother cut it into small pieces and share it with my sister.

Even if there are classmates at school who don't get along well, it doesn't affect my love of school in the slightest.

In the blink of an eye, another year has passed, and it is time for me to go to elementary school.

The day before I signed up, my family was shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere, and my tuition fees had not yet been settled.

Grandpa borrowed it all over the village and was prevaricated for various reasons. When I came back, he told my grandmother about the situation, I was very anxious, I didn't want to drop out of school at a young age, and like some children in the village, I carried a basket all day long to help the family collect pigweed.

My grandparents discussed it and took me with me to a family that said that they had just saved their money for a fixed period and couldn't get it out of their hands. Looking at my grandparents accompanying the smiling faces and explaining my intentions in a low voice, I couldn't help it anymore, knelt down directly, crying and begging: "Grandpa Li, please lend me some tuition, I want to go to school." Grandpa Li wiped his tears and pulled me up: "Borrow, I'll go to the bank early tomorrow morning." ”

At that time, it seemed that it was more troublesome to take out the regular period, and various procedures were required, but Grandpa Li finally handed over the money to me and told me to study hard.

I will inherit this kindness for a lifetime.

Since then, it seems that something has changed.

I was seven years old!