A careless little action caught my uncle's attention.

Uncle is the principal of our school, and I have the same surname, and we share a common ancestor. It's a very proud thing to have such an uncle, at least I can brag about it in front of my classmates. However, there are also some annoyances sometimes. My uncle is more concerned about my performance in school, and sometimes he finds out about some of my small actions when he can't prevent it.

In the morning, like most of my classmates, I read on the playground. In order to strengthen my memory of that text, I stared at a stone on the ground, and I kicked the small stone while carrying the text. Under my control, the pebble rolls from one end of the playground to the other end of the playground, which can improve memory, just like the transfer of memory, through the rolling of the pebble, I remember the classical Chinese in my heart.

While I was immersed in my own method of memory, there was a person whose eyes were always on me, and I didn't notice it in the slightest. This person staring at me is my uncle, the principal of our school. He looked at me for a long time, then finally shook his head and left the playground. When I was elated, maybe he was most disappointed. This incident led to another incident later.

Grandpa was very concerned about my performance in school, and he definitely thought that his eldest grandson was very obedient. At the head of the village, when he was chatting with his uncle, he asked me about my performance in school.

The uncle worriedly told his grandfather that it was difficult for this doll to be admitted to high school, and he was kicking a stone around all day, could he be admitted?

After listening to the uncle's words, the grandfather felt both ashamed and angry, and he returned home with a heavy heart.

The next day, I went to my grandfather's house to play. Before I arrived at my grandfather's guest room, my grandfather had already chased him out with a whip that smoked a donkey, and I was dizzy with the first whip, and I didn't know why my grandfather suddenly hit me.

"I'll eat you dog! If you don't study for a day, I'll beat you to death with a whip!" said Grandpa, scolding as he chased after me.

In the same way, as I ran, I said to my grandfather, "Grandpa, I'm going to study hard! Don't hit me!"

"Learn from me!What are you doing running around all day!" Grandpa's face was very ugly, in fact, Grandpa almost never got angry with me like this.

I jumped out of the threshold and disappeared from my grandfather's sight.

Later, I learned that my grandfather beat me because he hated iron and not steel.

Of course, grandpa is still grandpa, and I am still grandpa's grandson. After that day, my grandfather still loved me like that, gave me delicious food, and told me stories about their time.

However, this matter is not over yet, after all, the high school entrance examination has not ended, and the uncle's words have always been a piece of the grandfather's heart.

The high school entrance examination came as scheduled, and after the exam, I fell into a state of uneasiness. In the days of waiting for the results, while helping the family work, I was anxious. I don't know if I can get into high school, and if I can't, what will I do.

I especially hope that my younger brother can bring good news when he comes home from school, but I am especially afraid that my younger brother will come home and tell me bad news, so I am so entangled and waiting for the results to come out.

One day, my brother went to school in the morning, but within two hours, he came back out of breath.

I saw his nervous expression, and it looked like he had just run all the way.

I asked, "What's going on?

My younger brother slowed down and told me, "Brother, your results are out! Uncle told me to run home and tell you!"

I asked worriedly, "How much?"

The younger brother replied, "535!"

The stone in my heart finally landed, and before I could thank my brother, I ran across the grass and ran to the field to report the good news to my parents.

It was the most exciting time since I started school, and I forgot how I told my parents the good news, but I remember jumping, running, and shouting happily.

In order to surprise his grandfather, he didn't come to his grandfather's house until the evening of the next day, ready to tell his grandfather the good news.

Just like last time, as soon as I entered the door of my grandfather's house, my grandfather began to scold: "I ate you dog! Now that the results are out, you can't even get into a high school for us, and you dare to go around in shame!" I was at a loss when I heard my grandfather's words.

I looked at my second uncle's younger siblings, and they smiled at me reluctantly.

"Grandpa, I've been admitted!" I had to say the surprise in advance.

Grandpa continued to scold: "You make it up for me again! Learn from me! I'll whip you to death!"

I continued to explain to my grandfather, "Grandpa, I really got in! Today my uncle sent my brother came to tell me!"

At this time, my younger brother, who was sitting in the yard doing his homework, asked me: "Brother, my sister and I have not found your name on the list!"

I was puzzled and asked my brother, "No, didn't you look carefully? You must have not looked carefully!"

Grandpa suddenly turned from anger to joy, and he asked me in disbelief: "Why did you lie to me? Then why haven't your brothers and sisters found your name?"

I laughed instantly, and I smiled and said to my grandfather: "I use an official name, my younger brothers and sisters must be looking for my nickname, of course there is no my name!"

Grandpa showed a kind smile and said to me: "It's good to be admitted, at that time, your uncle said that you don't study by kicking stones all day, so do you also learn!"

Only then did I know that the uncle told his grandfather about kicking the stones, so that his grandfather was depressed in his heart for so long. If I hadn't been admitted to high school that year, my uncle's words would have stayed in my grandfather's heart for a long time, and in the end, the grades defeated the argument that I didn't study by kicking stones.