Reborn in this life, Ma Xiaodong understood a truth: to live a lifetime, what needs to be changed is not the past that has passed, let alone the unpredictable tomorrow, but the present, from this moment on, only yourself needs to change. The pen is www.biquge.info and changed, not for the sake of power, not for the rich, but not for the sake of no longer like the previous life, always regretfully said: "If you can do it again." ”

Early the next morning, Ma Xiaodong couldn't sleep with excitement, even when he got married in his previous life, he was not so excited and looking forward to it now. Back to his childhood, although he just dragged the tail of his childhood, but after all, it was the most wonderful and carefree time in his life.

packed up his schoolbag, and his summer vacation homework, took out the small mirror at home to tidy up his clothes, and looked at his slightly naïve self in the mirror, Ma Xiaodong smiled slightly, it's good to be young. Taking the lunch prepared by his mother for himself, Ma Xiaodong happily went to school.

Out of the house, Ma Xiaodong completely forgot about the friends who used to go to school together, and walked straight to school with a brisk pace, humming a little tune.

I haven't felt such a healthy and energetic body for a long time, and I am sick in later life, especially rheumatism and spondylitis, and I am basically paralyzed every winter, only in summer I am better, and I can barely move like a normal person. Now I am young and energetic, and I can't get any amount of wealth.

Along the way, Ma Xiaodong felt that his eyes were completely insufficient, looking at the small river on the side of the road, the clear water, the fish and shrimp that occasionally swam by, the willow trees on both sides were verdant, and the breeze was blowing, like the hair of a young beauty, flying with the wind, exuding bursts of fragrance. Even if it was a small grass on the side of the road, Du Ming wanted to take a look at it more, and imprinted all this deeply in his mind, for fear that he would forget, because this is the most beautiful time scenery in his life.

The distance between the North Village and the South Village is the farthest among the four villages, about five kilometers, along the way, passing through the fields, walking through the woods, and finally in an hour, to the school.

Looking at the school in front of him, Ma Xiaodong stood there with a smirk, reborn, even after a night, Ma Xiaodong couldn't fully believe it, because this was too beautiful a thing, and it was so beautiful that people couldn't believe it. How can people who have not experienced it understand the throbbing that comes from the depths of their hearts.

Pushing open the big iron door that had been mottled with paint, Ma Xiaodong slowly walked into the campus of his childhood, and the layout of the entire campus was very simple. It is about 100 meters wide from east to west and more than 200 meters long from north to south, with a toilet in the southeasternmost corner and a pair of basketball hoops in the middle of the playground, which is the only recreational and sports facility in the school.

On the northernmost side is a row of brick houses, with white walls and green tiles, a total of ten rooms, from preschool to sixth grade, a total of seven, plus a laboratory, a teacher's office, a kitchen with hot meals for students, and a security room where the old man lives in the house.

In front of each class, there is a small flower bed, and every spring, the students plant their own flowers and plants. Directly in front of the ten houses is a flagpole, and below the flagpole is a podium made of iron frames and wooden boards.

Not far to the east of the podium, near the fence on the east side of the playground, there was a large wooden stake with a rusty iron plate hanging from the stake. There was also a hammer on the stake, and later generations of students probably didn't know what it was, because it didn't exist at that time, and it could occasionally be seen in TV and movies.

This iron plate is the bell for class, every time it is time to go to class or after class, the old man will come out and knock the iron plate with a hammer, and the crisp sound will suddenly spread throughout the campus, and then you will see that the doors of each class are opened, and a group of bear children rush out from inside.

Walking towards his class, he looked up at the wooden sign hanging above the class, which read 'Sixth Grade' in red paint. I opened the iron-clad wooden door, walked into the room, and glanced at it, because I came too early, there was no one in the class.

Looking carefully at the appearance of the childhood class, a sweet and sour taste welled up in my heart, everything is so familiar and nostalgic, the ground paved with red bricks, and in some places because of the years, the bricks have disappeared, leaving small pits. The heavy wooden desks are covered with scratches and graffiti from previous students. The old bench may be framed by the same table if you are not careful. The blackboard cut out of the cement wall is full of potholes in some places.

Looking at all this, a tear gradually flowed out of Ma Xiaodong's eyes, so nostalgic, so familiar, so warm childhood, returning here is the most beautiful dream, a dream that never wants to wake up.

Finding a window seat in the last row, Ma Xiaodong put his schoolbag into the table, took out his lunch, got up and walked out of the classroom, and came to the old man's security room, there was no one inside, I don't know why the old man went, put the aluminum lunch box on the table, and walked out of the security room. Near noon, the old man would put all the lunch boxes in a large pot and heat them up so that the students could have a hot meal, which was a free benefit of the school.

"Good morning, teacher!" As soon as he got out of the house, Ma Xiaodong met an acquaintance, who was the head teacher who had taught him for three years, Guo Zhengmin. Guo Zhengmin, who is in his 40s, has been teaching at this school for more than ten years, and began to be their homeroom teacher when Ma Xiaodong was in the third grade, mainly teaching Chinese, mathematics and social studies.

Teacher Guo is not a bad person, he rarely beats and scolds students, you know, in this small mountain village, teachers beat and scold students corporal punishment is really commonplace, as long as it is not broken, parents generally do not take it seriously. However, Mr. Guo has a good temper and basically never beats the students, at most he stands behind and listens to the class.

"Ma Xiaodong, why are you here so early? Have you finished your summer homework? Seeing that it was a student in his class, the first thing Mr. Guo asked about was homework.

Ma Xiaodong smiled: "Teacher, don't worry, it's already written." You don't know my grades yet? When did you ever worry about it? Ma Xiaodong is telling the truth, maybe he has been squatting in preschool for two years, and his foundation is relatively thick, since he started in the first grade, his studies have been beyond the expectations of his family, and he has always been among the best, of course, there are only about 20 people in the whole class, and there are two IQ problems.

When Guo Zhengmin heard this, he was immediately happy, "You kid, after a summer vacation, your courage has increased a lot, and you dare to smile with the teacher, are you embarrassed to say that you won't let me worry about it?" You're okay all day long, either make this girl cry, or beat that kid, I don't have to worry about you anymore? You're almost catching up with the school's little bully. Guo Zhengmin looked at his student, and felt that this kid had changed a lot in a summer vacation, and he used to see himself as if he was a cat and a mouse, and he could behave properly, but now he was talking to himself with a smile.

Ma Xiaodong was reluctant to say more about his changes, so he hurriedly changed the topic, "'Teacher, are you still teaching us this year?'" ”