Under the sunset, the sky under the magnificent sunset is so charming, the rolling mountains, has gradually taken on the taste of early winter, except for the green pine needle forest all year round, the other trees are gradually only bare trunks, and the sparse branches look a little bleak.

A few fluffy pine trees deftly jumped around the pine forest, as if they were still stocking up for the coming winter. The birds of all colors chirping happily in the summer gradually disappeared, and they flew to a warm place to avoid the winter days that lasted for more than three months.

In the simple farmhouse courtyard, the leaves of the pomegranate tree have long been scattered, there are no fiery pomegranate flowers, and there are no big and red pomegranate fruits with cracked openings, only the uncle with spiky branches stands there, blinking an eye, like an old man who has gone through vicissitudes, this lonely scene makes people can't help but have a feeling of "flowers have a reblooming day, and people are no longer young".

As the weather gets colder and colder, the hall with its doors open on weekdays has been hung with thick curtains at this time to prevent the cold wind from blowing directly into the house. The old man in the hall sat on the top and drank tea, Gu Sisi took Brother Hao to read and write at the table of the Eight Immortals, the old man was afraid of the cold to the grandchildren, so he set up a honeycomb coal stove early, of course, the old man opened half of the window away from the activities of the grandchildren, in order to prevent gas poisoning.

When Gu Sisi came back from school, Brother Hao knelt on a stool covered with cotton cushions, writing big characters one by one, and his grandfather sat next to him and watched quietly, with a kind and kind smile on his face, and his weather-beaten eyes flashed with endless pampering.

Gu Sisi didn't mention the matter of her sister-in-law's family, one is that she is a junior, although she is very dissatisfied with Gu Lixia's family, and even a little angry, but she knows that there are some things that she can't interfere with, in fact, she knows very well in her heart, although grandpa looks fine now, but grandpa's heart must be full of holes, after all, there is such an unconscious girl, and there is more than one bad thing, and it is uncomfortable to meet anyone.

Eating the rice that her grandfather left for her, Gu Sisi's heart was warm, a small plate of sour and spicy red oil kimchi, a plate of shredded potatoes and fried celery with dried beans, and two hot steamed buns and a bowl of hot tomato and egg gnocchi soup, although there was no meat dish, Gu Sisi still ate very fragrant, as if she was eating the most delicious thing.

No, Gu Sisi, who was full of food and drink, was not idle, while looking at the textbooks of junior high school, while watching Brother Hao write big characters, from time to time the sister and brother also said a few sentences, which caused Brother Hao to giggle.

The old man watched quietly like this, occasionally stood up, looked at the big characters written by his grandson and nodded, and sometimes said a few words, but more often the old man still sat quietly and drank tea.

Next to the Eight Immortals Table, the honeycomb coal stove exuded hot energy, and the old man next to him also put two steamed sweet potatoes, and after a while, the whole room exuded a sweet potato smell.

Gu Sisi was not affected by the taste of sweet potatoes, and still looked at the junior high school textbook in his hand intently. In this era, every teacher will assign a lot of homework to students, even primary school students are no exception, and the curriculum of primary school is not worth mentioning for Gu Sisi, but she still finished her homework early.

In fact, Gu Sisi's biggest headache is not homework, her headache is her own handwriting, after all, she wants to imitate herself when she was a child, although her handwriting at this time must have a certain mold, but it still looks a little immature, so she writes very deliberately, and often takes a little more time to write homework quickly.

As for why she is reading junior high school textbooks now, it is because she is a child who is very biased. In addition, she has no burden at all in the elementary school curriculum, but fortunately she spends her time in junior high school and high school, so as not to hear those unbearable words in the future.

Thinking about it before, Gu Sisi unconsciously praised herself, she suddenly felt that she was so powerful, how could she be so strong in her ability to bear it, and she was not repelled by those bad words.

The junior high school that Gu Sisi attended back then is the middle school where her brother is now. In rural middle schools in the 90s, the promotion rate was the top priority of a school, and the performance of each semester was directly linked to the teacher's bonus. Therefore, the top students who study well have become the top of the hearts of the teachers of each subject, and naturally these good students are the learning role models of the students in each class, and those who study poorly have naturally become the negative teaching materials of the students.

Teachers treat students who are poor in learning, and any scolding, beating, and corporal punishment are all pediatrics, and persuading them to quit is commonplace.

"Haohao, are you tired of writing, if your hands hurt, stop for a while, do you know?" the old man looked at the little grandson who was not very attentive and said with a smile, this child's mind is estimated to be led away by the taste of sweet potatoes.