There is a kind of people in this society, they live at the bottom, some people know it, but no one helps them. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info they can only climb on their own, while climbing, while falling, while climbing. They don't cry, they don't have the right to cry...

Zimo, Han Zimo, if you cry, you will never be able to stand again.

There is a primary school in the village, and there are only grades 1 to 3 in it, and the small ones are pitiful. Kindergarten only takes one year to start the first grade, because there are only four teachers in the school, and it will be too busy.

Today is Han Zimo's first day of class, and the schoolbag he carries is new, which his father bought at the stall in a market a few days ago, and there is a flower fairy on it, she likes it very much, she never leaves her hand from the time she gets it, and she doesn't leave it when she sleeps, so she puts it on her stomach and spreads it flat.

Other people's children started kindergarten half a year ago, and she was missing half a year because of family reasons. Last year's pigs grew very well, each with two or three hundred catties, and the price of pork rose, and the cost of her school was not too heavy after killing.

The small body was even smaller in front of the huge school, and he pulled his shoulder straps crampedly, and his dark face was slightly reddened. As soon as he lifted his foot, the bell rang again. The sound of children frolicking inside, and several equally small figures chatted and walked towards the school gate.

The foot hurriedly retracted and ran towards the back of the school in a panic, the green rubber shoes clattering on the ground.

"Teacher Niu is going to send out candy later, let's go back quickly after urinating!" The little girl with the horn whip said, and the child next to her nodded in agreement, and soon entered the toilet not far from the school gate. The toilets of the village primary school are built outside, men and women are next to each other, only separated by a two-meter passage, cement covered with stones, and there are several holes in it, but those who have not reached 160 are generally not visible.

Soon a few children came out, holding hands and jumping back.

In the middle of the sound, Han Zimo, who was hiding behind the school, came out, and the little hand he was holding trembled slightly. Behind is a barren field, there are all kinds of snakes and insects in it, just now she stood in the grass, a big grasshopper jumped directly on the collar, and in the blink of an eye, got into the clothes.

The grasshopper has a lot of legs and feet, and there are many barb-like things on it, and it hurts to hang on the neck. Resisting the urge to scream, she forcibly tore off a few legs around her neck, leaving a few red marks with blood beads, and the scratches were very painful.

The break between classes is only ten minutes, and anyone who has been to school knows that it is very fast.

It wasn't until Lang Lang's book came from the campus that she walked back in. Not scared, but perhaps, scared.

Her father brought her here a few days ago, and it was only ten minutes away, so she still knew the layout inside. Walking straight to the office, the little fist knocked on the door and made a "button" sound.

"Come in." A magnetic male voice sounded.

Han Zimo walked up to the man and looked at the person in charge of the school without fear with his dripping eyes.

Fang Ming, the head of the department, is in charge of all things in the school. There was no headmaster here, he was the biggest, and because of some kinship, she knew him.

"Are you Han Zimo?"

The girl nodded, her hand pulling at the strap of her bag.

"Alone?"

"The family wants to plant seedlings, and my father asked me to come by myself." Han Zimo said, as if he felt that something was wrong, and added, "I know the way." ”

Fang Ming quickly sent her out, no one led her, and walked to the class where she was in class.

My father paid the tuition a few days ago, otherwise he wouldn't have taken it for granted, but after all, his identity was there, and no one paid attention to it.

The only nursery class, Han Zimo went to when he was six years old. There was the cheers of the children inside, and she saw that the woman who was called Teacher Niu was using a basket to make candy.

In the new semester, the candy in it is rock candy, small but at that time it is enough for children to be happy all day.

Han Zimo just stood outside, motionless, and didn't look at the candy in the basket, just looked at Teacher Niu in a black dress. The little hand still pulls on the bag belt, although there is not a single book in it, only a pencil sharpened with a kitchen knife in the morning, which is also new.

No one noticed her, so she stood there until there were only a few pieces of sugar left in the basket, and Teacher Niu was about to walk back to the podium, just in time to see Han Zimo outside.

His gaze paused for a few seconds, then moved away for a moment.

She hadn't seen her, when a child from a family came to school playfully, after all, Han Zimo at that time was pitifully thin.

When she turned around and was about to take the chalk, the girl next door to Han Zimo's house recognized her.

"Little ink!"

"It's Han Zimo, she finally came to school."

The village is not big, and there are two or three people who know her. After such a fuss, Mr. Niu, who was writing, couldn't ignore her, and asked a few people who had just spoken.

"You know her?"

Yanyan answered the fastest, and the tail on her head shook and swayed. "She's Xiaomo, yesterday her father said that she was going to school with me, and asked me to play with her. I didn't see her at first, I thought her dad lied to me! ”

"Come to class," Teacher Niu looked at the girl in front of her, "Have you paid the tuition?" ”

Han Zimo nodded.

Teacher Niu's eyes flickered, and then he nodded. "Come in, go sit in the empty spot at the back." After saying that, she began to write with a serious face.

When Zimo walked to the back, he lingered on a few pieces of rock candy in the basket for a while, and walked to the back with a blank face, looking carefully to watch her throat swallow slightly.

She didn't understand anything in a class, but she saw the teacher carefully write some numbers in the black book, and she remembered 123 to ten, and she didn't know the rest. As for what addition she said, for her, the simple one plus two is a book from heaven.

After a vague class, Han Zimo was a little sleepy, in the past, she was alone at home and playing with rhubarb, and when she was tired from playing, she lay on the wooden bed and fell asleep. When I woke up, my parents basically took over the work, went home to help prepare the meal, and the morning passed.

There are no Barbie dolls in the countryside, no toys, only land and crops.

She is not a person who forces herself, she carefully places her schoolbag on the wooden shelf under the desk, falls asleep, and the teacher doesn't care, and lets everyone play by herself after ten minutes of talking.

There were some rustling sounds around him, and Han Zimo, who was sleeping soundly, changed his position and continued to sleep.

When I woke up, there were more than half of the students around, and there were only 30 people in a class, and now there are more than 10 left. Rubbing his sleepy face, he raised his eyes and saw a delicate face.

He was looking at her, or rather, he had been looking at her.

Everyone is playing, and she is sleeping alone, which seems a little different.

"You're awake." He smiled at her, and two dimples appeared, which looked good.

Han Zimo nodded, then looked at the schoolbag, and found that it was still in good condition, so he got up and prepared to go out.

"Are you going to the bathroom?"

The boy's voice was too pure, and there was some caution, "Can I join you?" ”

She glanced at him and turned around.

Seeing that she was leaving, the boy was anxious, "I'm new here, I'm a little scared alone." ”

Without pausing, he walked straight out of the classroom. The boy's face was bloody, and he was stunned for two seconds and lowered his head in frustration, but he was a little pitiful.

He stared at the ground, as if he wanted to see a hole in the ground.

Clearly, he had failed, and the ground was still smooth as silk. With a bang, a pair of dark green rubber shoes appeared in sight.

Suddenly.

You laugh and he knows!

The confident little face is smiling, and the white teeth are very good-looking.

The girl awkwardly turned her face away, and she said, "Follow." ”

A boy in small leather shoes follows a girl in rubber shoes, and the style of painting is peculiar.

The time at school was very difficult, and she began to miss the rhubarb at home, the wooden bed at home, the green rice at home, the gentle grandmother and grandfather who didn't talk much, and the father who was always in the field except for eating and sleeping.

She can see her mother once every three months, and Han Zimo's mother works as a dishwasher in a tavern in the county town, and most of her very little salary has to be sent back every month.

The children around are having a lot of fun, and the girls and boys are chasing and fighting, and at this age they already know how to attract the attention of the opposite sex. She stared at the person next to her with a pair of eyes that weren't too big, and she felt like she didn't fit in with this place.

The family brought back a few small cage pigs, and she wanted to go back to cut the pigweed and feed the pigs all in vain.

Be on hot coals.

"What's your name?" The boy was confined for a long time before he mustered up the courage to tug at the corner of her dress. "My name is Cedar, Fu Xuesong."

Pulling back his clothes, Han Zimo didn't say a word, and looked at the person in front of him who was always troublesome to her. Her father said that if someone bullied her, she endured it, she couldn't help it, so she would spank him, and it would not happen if she spanked him horizontally and vertically.

Just when she was hesitating whether to continue to endure it, Yanyan came to look for her, and there was a child next door.

Of course, she chose to go. After all, it's not good to beat someone, and besides, she's not sure if she can beat it.

The children of the Zou family are very good, with thick faces, and a little silly when they smile, so they took Yanyan and Han Zimo to the only "commissary" in the school to invite guests.

The pocket money of five cents a day is medium, he used two cents to buy two spicy noodles for his two partners, and bought a pack of sour plum noodles for two cents, leaving one cent in his pocket.

In the morning, Han Zimo didn't say a word to Fu Xuesong again, and when she got up to go home, she was stopped,

"I'll buy you spicy slivers in the afternoon! Buy two! ”

She glanced at him, thought for a moment, and said, "I want sour plum powder." ”

The small figure left with the schoolbag on his back, not seeing the surprised expression of the boy behind him.

If there is no food at school, they have to go home to eat at noon, and then hurry back after eating. The sun is very big, so most of the children in the village are dark-skinned, except for the boy named Fu Xuesong...

The most important thing is that the world can't stay, and the three thousand red dust roads start here.

Like a man! Han Zimo!