Ten o'clock in the morning, Zhoujiawu Primary School, in the third-grade classroom.

Teacher Xia closed one student's composition with a bit of a headache, continued to open the next student's composition, and after reading the composition of less than 200 words, his head hurt even more.

"Actually, they all wrote about the courage to save the children who fell into the well when they went to the well to fetch water at the village entrance!

She looked helplessly at the group of little radish heads sitting below, and asked faintly, "Yesterday, how many ignorant children went to the well to watch the frogs, and then accidentally fell into the well?"

"Zhou Xiaoming, come, tell me, whose child did you save yesterday?"

Zhou Xiaoming stood up suddenly, his face was red, and he was silent for a long time, but he didn't say an answer.

Teacher Xia didn't expect him to be able to say the answer, and continued to ask: "Zhou Xiaoliang, Zhou Xiaoguang!"

The two named students stood up wrigglingly, bowing their heads and not speaking.

"Did you two and Zhou Xiaoming go together to fetch water and save the same person? Or did our three children fall into the well yesterday evening in Zhoujiawu?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the students below burst into laughter.

The fake Xiaoliu also laughed.

Teacher Xia stretched out his hand and motioned for them to sit down, and the students were so relieved that they couldn't help but exhale a big breath after sitting down.

Teacher Xia continued: "Don't laugh, there are many people in your village who have fallen into wells!"

There was another burst of laughter at the bottom, only this time the laughter was much shy.

Teacher Xia said helplessly: "Yesterday, the teacher read Zhou Xiaoliu's essay as a model essay in class, and praised her for saving people, because she wrote about a real event, and she really saved a child who fell into a well." What the teacher asked you to learn from her is to learn from her spirit of courage to save people, not to ask you to copy her compositions......"

The classmates cast envious glances at the fake Xiaoliu, who was slightly stunned, thinking about how the ten-year-old Zhou Xiaoliu should react, and then lowered his head slightly uncomfortably.

"Of course, the teacher is also gratified, that is, the teacher only read her composition once, and 80% of the students in the class can memorize and copy it, which shows that the students' memory is still very good!"

"But don't do this copying essay in the future, as long as the students learn to describe a real thing clearly at this stage, they will be qualified. Who, when, what happened...... "It's really not very demanding, why are these bear children so difficult to teach?"

"Okay, next, let's take a look at today's essay question - my so-and-so! This so-and-so, it can be a father, mother, grandparents, brothers and sisters, and other people who have a relationship with you, or it can be something of yours, such as your stationery box, toys, etc., write a 200-word essay based on this topic, and hand it over to the podium tomorrow morning before reading class. ”

After Mr. Xia finished speaking, he distributed the notebook in his hand in groups according to the group.

Fake Xiaoliu took the notebook in his hand, took the brush and brushed it a few times, and wrote the two-hundred-word composition.

A male classmate sitting in front of her turned around and asked, "Zhou Xiaoliu, let me see how you write, I really can't write, if I can't hand in my homework by then, my bamboo broom will have to lose weight again!"

His tablemate sighed and said, "Alas, losing weight is just a small thing, my family has changed to a third bamboo broom this year!"

The fake Xiaoliu tilted his head sideways and asked, "What does it have to do with the bamboo broom when you can't hand in your homework?"

The two male classmates asked in unison: "Does your mother never smoke the bamboo branches on the bamboo broom to beat you?" ”

Fake Xiaoliu shook his head and said, "My mother hasn't beaten me for a long time!"

……

Probably because it was too much to mend the bodies of those ghosts, Zhou Xiaoliu only woke up after sleeping on the sacrifice table of the city god for a whole day and a night.

She looked at her watch, well, it's only six o'clock, it may be early to go to a big meal now, so let's go to Lin Ji on West Street to eat a bowl of wontons to cushion your stomach!

"Aunt Lin, let's have a bowl of wontons!" Zhou Xiaoliu arrived at the place, sat down at the empty table, and ordered food from the proprietress as soon as he sat down.

"Hey, sit down first, and you'll be fine right away!" Aunt Lin replied loudly, no longer shy four years ago, obviously used to this title.

Aunt Lin, who was shy four years ago, Aunt Lin who is hearty now, and Aunt Lin, who is loud and knocks her husband's head with a spoon a few years later...... Ignoring the role of time and just putting these three images in one place, it is as if Uncle Lin married three daughters-in-law with different personalities at the same time.

Thinking so, Zhou Xiaoliu couldn't help but laugh.

Aunt Lin held a bowl of hot chicken soup wontons, and said to Zhou Xiaoliu, who had crooked eyebrows: "Eat slowly, be careful of scalding! There are green onions and vinegar on the table, how much do you want to put yourself!"

"Got it, thank you Aunt Lin!" Zhou Xiaoliu responded. Aunt Lin's habit of "being careful of burning" has not changed.

After eating the wontons, Zhou Xiaoliu walked around, bought a lot of food and saved them in the storage ring, and then ate a big meal beautifully, and then returned home leisurely.

When I got home, it was evening, and the smoke was curling from every house.

Zhou Xiaoliu received the stand-in charm and just walked to the open space at the door of his house, when he saw Teacher Xia talking to Zhou's mother and stepping out of the threshold.

"Don't blame her too much, just pay attention to it later. Teacher Xia explained.

Zhou's mother replied with a flushed face: "Hey!

Zhou Xiaoliu didn't know why.

Teacher Xia paused when he passed by her, wanted to say something, but didn't say anything, just shook his head and walked away.

This made Zhou Xiaoliu feel in a trance that Mr. Xia was a highly respected doctor, and he was a patient who had a serious illness and had no cure. She instinctively wanted to ask, "Can I save it again?"

"You're really hopeless!" Zhou's mother roared, then turned her head to the left and right of the door, and when she saw the bamboo broom, she stepped on the back foot and twitched her hand, so she pulled out a few bamboo branches from the bamboo broom, and rushed towards Zhou Xiaoliu in a daze while scolding.

"I'll tell you to say everything! I'll let you say everything......"

Zhou Xiaoliu asked while covering his face with his arm: "What did I say? What did I say?"

Zhou's mother stopped after two hits, shook the book in her hand angrily, and said, "Look for yourself!"

Zhou Xiaoliu took the book and looked at it, this is her composition. Then, she flipped through it, her eyes stopped at the last essay, and then she glanced at ten lines - well, there were no ten lines in total, and after reading this essay, she directly raised her hand in surrender, "Mom, I was wrong!

Mother Zhou saw her admit her mistake and had the heart to spare her, but when she thought that Zhou Xiaoliu wrote her privacy into the composition and was seen by Teacher Xia, the concubine of her own family, she immediately raised the bamboo branch in her hand in anger and slapped it at her, not beating was not enough to calm the anger in her heart!

Zhou Xiaoliu raised his feet and ran, shouting as he ran: "Mom, I was wrong, look at the way you beat people, you are my original mother, my own mother! I don't bother anymore! I don't want to be hypocritical anymore! I really don't dare......"

Zhou's mother only chased for a short distance and stopped, the dead girl ran too fast, she couldn't catch up.

"Dead girl, I'm ashamed to die, I'll say everything...... Why are you still talking nonsense, I'm not her own mother, can I still be her stepmother...... Is it because I haven't been beaten in a long time and I'm terrified?"