"Brother Hong, do you really believe what he said? He just doesn't want to go to the nursery, you have to worry about this child, it doesn't matter if he is naughty, but you can't lie to your parents at such a young age!" Uncle Jin was angry again, and directly talked about Hong Tao's character, if he had changed to other parents, he would have not liked to listen to it for a long time.

"Lao Jin, the child's legitimate request still has to be encouraged, I don't spoil him, I promised him that he is conditional to study at home, first he has to tell me how I want to learn, and then I have to learn to get grades, if I don't have these two, I will continue to tie him with a rope and tie him to the nursery. Hong Tao's father didn't care about Uncle Jin's outspokenness, not so much to explain to Uncle Jin, but to Hong Tao.

"I went to the school to listen to the class, my brother-in-law was on the third floor, the first grade was on the first floor, their classrooms were all open at the back door, I listened there, no one cared about me, I used to lie outside the back door when I went to look for my brother-in-law. If someone bullied me, I would call my brother-in-law to beat him, and after listening to the class in the morning, I would go back to my grandmother's house for dinner, and review by myself in the afternoon. Hong Tao pointed to the five-story building next to him.

“…… There are monsters in your family, and it's the first time I've heard of such a school, but don't say it, he thinks about it very thoughtfully, and even finds a backer, and even your brother-in-law has calculated it, who is he with the two of you?"

"Cheng, just do as you say, give you 5 cents, buy popsicles to eat when you are thirsty at noon, you hang up the key to this house, your mother goes to work, books, pens and notebooks are on the table, remember to lock the door when you go out to play." Lao Jin, I'm too late to go to work, so I'll talk about it when I come back in the evening. Hong Tao's father glanced at his watch, hurriedly got on his bicycle and left, he was too far away from work.

"Dad, take Xiaotao to the nursery school together, or the teacher will criticize him. "Jin Yue doesn't look at being bullied by Hong Tao all the time, but she still protects Hong Tao more, and doesn't want him to be counted by the teacher, in fact, the teachers in the nursery school generally don't count Hong Tao, for fear of forcing him to rush and then copy the chair and play with the teacher.

"Hey, your brother Xiaotao is going to school, and when we come back in the evening, we'll know whether he will be beaten or praised. You kid save some snacks for your dad, don't run around, or I'll beat you up with your dad when I come back at night, your dad is willing to reason with you, I'm not used to you. Uncle Jin couldn't figure out what tricks Hong Tao was doing, but he still couldn't fully believe that Hong Tao really wanted to teach himself, a troublemaker who was still full of foolish tricks in the alley yesterday, and today suddenly said that he wanted to be self-taught, and an adult would not believe it.

"Dad, I want to go to school too, you can buy me a small schoolbag!" Jin Yue was also attracted when she heard the word "school", there were very few children in the nursery school at that time who did not like to go to school, not because they loved learning, but because they watched their brothers and sisters line up every day, carry schoolbags, sing songs and walk in the alley, and can wear red scarves, and feel particularly envious.

As for learning or something, it wasn't until they actually entered the school that they realized that it was so uncomfortable, so most of the children who went to school didn't want to go to school again. In fact, many things in the world are like this, the things that you thought were beautiful and longing for at the beginning, once you are really in them, they immediately become very ugly and annoying, such as going to school and going to work.

"Okay, I'll buy it for you next year, you're still too young to go to school. Uncle Kim also pushed his bicycle and left, fooling his daughter as he walked.

"Then how can Xiaotao go to school? I also want to go to school...... "Children are the easiest to compare, what other children wear, eat, and play, they will be curious, and they want to do it, as for why people are capable, they will not ask, this requires the child's parents to tell him, so that he can understand.

"Alas...... Finally have the power in his hands!" Hong Tao watched Uncle Jin take Jin Yue and ride out of the alley, then put the rope around his neck to hang the key, and checked the house key, finally feeling that he was no longer a little child.

The fact that my father can hand over the house key to him proves that he has given himself the greatest trust, but whether this trust can be strengthened for a long time, and what kind of trust he can trust, depends on his future efforts and expression. Since you have come to this world, you have to live according to the rules of this world, as the old saying goes: you have to coil a dragon, you have to lie down if you are a tiger.

Hong Tao went back to his home first, at this time the school had not yet started, and it was difficult for him to get in, so he had to wait for the morning exercises, and the students and teachers went to class, so that he could start to act.

Hong Tao's home lives on the first floor, which is a 2-bedroom apartment with a small kitchen and a small toilet, but this toilet is not used by his family, but shared by two families. Since the building was originally built by the engineering corps, it is not known how it was designed, but each unit has 4 units on each floor, 4 two-bedroom units on the first and second floors, and 2 three-bedroom units on the third floor. All the toilets are in the corridors, one on the left and one on the right, one for every two households.

In fact, in this era, you can live in a building with a kitchen and a toilet, and you don't have to go outside to queue up for a public toilet in winter, which is already very high-end, and there are not many residential buildings in Beijing at this time, most of them are in the family courtyards of various ministries and commissions, all of which are Soviet-style buildings.

"It hasn't changed at all! Am I living in memory?" opened the door of his house, Hong Tao stood at the door and did not dare to enter the house, he thought countless times before this what his home should be like, it was as different as his memory, after all, it has been decades, will 3 or 4-year-old children remember it so clearly?

Reality gave Hong Tao a very definite answer, his memory is very good, at least his childhood memory is very good, the furnishings, layout, details, and even the light and shade in the house are almost the same as he thought.

The first thing that caught his eye was a small room of 7 or 8 square meters, with a small bed and a folding table, a cupboard against the wall, and a bookshelf, a black wire hanging from the ceiling, and a lampshade made of frosted glass hanging, this room was not only the family's dining room, but also Hong Tao's father's study and smoking room. Hong Tao's mother hates smoking, so Hong Tao's father can only smoke here, and he often has to stay up late at night to read, even if he goes to the factory to work and can't teach after the class, he will read it, in order to avoid disturbing Hong Tao's mother and son to rest, this small bed has become a place for his father to rest, once he reads late, he sleeps here.

At the same time, this is also the living room of Hong Tao's house, generally people can only chat with their father here, play chess or something, the big house inside is not allowed to enter, Hong Tao's mother has a habit of cleanliness, as long as she is at home, she will keep sweeping, wiping the floor, wiping the furniture, let Hong Tao and Hong Tao's father wash their hands. Unless it was someone who was particularly close, such as her parents and siblings, she was reluctant to let anyone into the bedroom, otherwise she had to work for half a day to clean up the whole house. After a long time, Hong Tao's father didn't make trouble by himself, he simply chatted in the hut outside after he came, anyway, people at this time were not so particular, and there was no sand to sit on.

Hong Tao didn't enter the back room, he just opened the door of the back room and looked inside, the big bed, the big wardrobe, the chest of drawers, the basin shelf, the sewing machine, it's gone, the whole room is just a little bit of furniture, it looks empty, opposite the door is a big window, from the inside you can see most of the places in front of the building, slightly put your face on the glass, and you can also see the street next to the building.

"Hey...... "Hong Tao looked down at the water stains on the cement floor that were still dry, and knew that his mother had cleaned up the room before leaving in the morning, and he didn't know if he wiped the furniture, and the floor must have been mopped, so he didn't go in to find work for his mother, anyway, there was nothing to take in it.

On the table was a large hood made of screen cloth, and underneath it was a fritter and a bowl of soy milk, apparently left for him by his father. There are also two books, a small notebook, and a pencil next to it, the book is an old book, a textbook for the first grade of primary school, but it is in very new condition, Hong Tao has never understood why those girls can protect the textbook so cleanly, don't they read it?

The small book was handmade by Hong Tao's father, using the paper of the test papers, this kind of thing Hong Tao's father has a big box, all of which are the student test papers he used to correct, with test questions and students' handwriting on one side, and clean on the other side. These test papers were cut into 16 carat sizes by Hong Tao's father, bound up with a stapler, and used as scratch paper, and now Hong Tao is given a copy. Oh, by the way, Hong Tao also has a high-tech gadget at home, that is, the stapler, this thing is not available to ordinary people in this era, and it is not used, but Hong Tao's father has one, and he also let Hong Tao play with it, but the staples are not given.

The pencil is also old, only the length of a palm, with a hexahedral cross-section, a dark green painted surface with a faint bamboo pattern on it. People born in the 7th and 8o years can call its name without looking closely, Chinese pencil!

This thing is also a high-end color, most of the pencils of this era are not painted, the cross-section is also round, all wood color, you can clearly see how the two semi-circular wooden strips are stuck together. In later generations, it was called environmental protection and green, and at that time, it was because the manufacturing process was simple, the cost was low, and the price was cheap. In addition, there are some pencils with colorful patterns, but the most expensive and professional is this Chinese pencil, which uses hB to mark the hardness of the refill, h stands for hard, B stands for soft, and adds an Arabic numeral in front, such as 4h, which is hardness level 4, harder than 2h.

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