When Han Zimo returned home, her father had already collected the work and came back from the field, and he was barefoot in the field, and the mud on his legs and stomach had dried into lumps, but the mud on his feet was still thin, and he stepped on one footprint. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Her father's skin was the envy of the men in the village, and he looked very good in the sun, unlike the other crop men whose faces were yellow and black. Han Zimo thinks that her father is the best-looking man in the village, and no one can compare to him. But at this time, she didn't care about admiring her father's heroic posture, and looked straight at her father's left leg and stomach with a pair of eyes, and there was a bulging strip on it, moving and lying on his stomach.

The children who grew up in the countryside knew what it was, and since they were young, adults have used this thing to scare them in order to prevent them from going to the fields, saying that they will suck all the blood if they are entangled in this thing, just like the zombies on TV, shriveled and seeping.

Leeches are not a rare thing, but they are not common either, many people in the village have been crawled by leeches, but it is the first time to see their father like this. She was a little scared, afraid that her father would become a zombie on TV. She was afraid that she would never be able to remove the grass, sprinkle fertilizer, and order beans with her father; I could no longer watch beads of sweat run down my father's stiff face on the haystack. It is said that zombies can also suck human blood like leeches, that...

Zimo's father walked very fast, and before she could think about it, her father had already walked in front of her, and saw his child standing at the door stupidly, carrying a hoe to beckon her into the house to eat.

Inside, the grandmother had already prepared the meal, and there was a pot of fried cabbage and a bowl of pickled ginger on the square wooden table. Grandma Zimo was walking away from the stove house with two bowls of steaming rice, and saw her granddaughter asking her to sit on the small bench for a while, saying that she would eat later.

The Han family has a rule that when the family does not sit down, others cannot go to the table.

Grandpa also came out of the stove house, muttering as he walked Grandma didn't hold chopsticks, and saw Han Zimo sitting on a stool, his face wrinkled and trembled, turned his head and continued to talk to his wife, and no longer looked at her.

Grandpa didn't like her, she knew, her mother told her not to blame Gangzi and her father, she was obedient.

Gangzi is Han Zimo's father, everyone in the village calls her so, she thinks it's quite similar to her father, and she can't say it.

Seeing his father enter the house, now his eyes swept all the corners but he didn't see it, Han Zimo quietly put down his bag and walked to his father's field outside the house, where her father would wash his feet after work. There was a back door in the house, and I guess he went out from there.

Sure enough, she found the familiar figure. The mud on the legs had been washed off in the paddy fields, revealing bronzed calves, but the leeches that covered his father's legs became thicker.

Han Zimo's body trembled, and she walked up to her father, and she said, "Dad." ”

Her dad told her to come over.

"Momo, help Dad scrape this thing off."

You can't pull the leech, it will grow longer and longer, and it will tear off the whole piece of skin, and you can only use fire or cut with a knife, but the knife will also cut off the skin and flesh.

She didn't dare.

Gangzi was holding a lighter in his hand, it was still hot, and it was obviously useless to burn it.

The knife she was given was a kitchen knife used to sharpen her pencils in the morning, and it had just been used by her grandmother to cut cabbage.

Her dad touched her head, he liked to call her Momo.

"Momo, leeches aren't scary, just get rid of them." Gangzi doesn't know how to talk about big truths, he hasn't even graduated from primary school, he doesn't know how to tell his children those good truths, he is a farmer, he has been dealing with the land all his life, he knows when to sow seeds, when to plant seedlings, when to dry grain, when to harvest; He knew that it was going to rain when the moon was hairy, and he had to go to the ground to cover the seedlings with a film when it was dark, he knew that one frog was sunny and two frogs were raining, and he knew that there was artemisia when he went out and turned left, and it would work if he had a cold without taking medicine, and he knew a lot.

But he didn't have knowledge, and he regretted it. There is no regret medicine in the world, he hopes that his daughter will be a cultural person in the future, and he will let Han Zimo go to school even if he is in a bad debt. Zimo, there is Ziru ink, he hopes that his daughter has ink on her chest, unlike him, except for facing the loess with his back to the sky, he doesn't understand anything, and he is ridiculed by others.

Han Zimo is not a pure rural girl, because she is sometimes too quiet and decisive.

She listened to her father the most, followed by her mother. Her father said to scrape, just scrape; Her dad said it was okay, and it was fine.

Holding the kitchen knife in her little hand, her palms were still a little calloused, she said, "Abba, close your eyes and don't be afraid." ”

Gangzi smiled and obeyed his daughter's words.

"Don't peek." Xiaowa's tone was serious.

The smile on the corner of the man's mouth deepened, and the little baby's glutinous voice eliminated a lot of pain in his legs. He said yes.

After waiting for a while, there was a cold feeling on his legs, and the knife was sticking to the flesh and skin, which was a little oozing.

The pain lasted only a few moments before the foreign body sensation disappeared. Han Zimo usually cuts pigweed and chops pigs to make the knife easy, but it comes in handy at this time.

"Abba can open his eyes." She said.

The technique is excellent, only the bottom piece is broken, and blood is oozing slightly. Gangzi took the herbs in his hand and pressed them directly, and the bleeding stopped after a while.

Taking advantage of his father's dressing time, Han Zimo picked up a plastic bottle with sharp eyes, washed it in the field, poked the fat and big leeches with a straw pole, and stuffed the lid.

"I'm hungry."

The girl's eyes were shining, she looked at her father, and said, "I'm not hungry, the teacher gave a lot of sugar." ”

Gangzi reached out to take the girl's hand, Han Zimo stretched out his left hand, and quickly handed his right hand out. Holding the girl's soft little hand, Gangzi was full of smiles. The girl held her left hand behind her back, holding a small plastic bottle, on which there was a trace of blood.

After lunch, she put the plastic bottle in her bag, said to her father, and went to the house at the back of the house to find Yanyan.

In the end, she still went to school alone.

The schoolbag is still very new, and there are a few more things in it, and she has a little confidence to go, but the expression of Grandma Yanyan lingers in her mind.

The wrinkled face trembled a little ugly, and the old man just looked at her obliquely, "Yanyan has already been admitted to school with Zou, only a baby like you who doesn't study is too lazy until now, don't come to my Yanzi in the future, I won't bring you bad." ”

She heard her say: "Motherless children are just ignorant, scumbags, and I don't know when your mother will run away with others!" ”

She has a mother, her mother washes dishes in a county restaurant, and most of her monthly salary is returned, and her mother always asks her to endure it.

She didn't know what forbearance was, and she guessed that she didn't speak. So she didn't refute, but she just knew that her mother wouldn't run away with anyone.

The sun was shining, and by the time she arrived at school, she was already sweating profusely, and there would be a person standing at the school gate.

There were still two minutes before the bell rang, and Fu Xuesong walked up to her and ran away. Because they were sitting in the last row and the back door was still open, they were able to enter the classroom without incident.

withdrew his hand, Han Zimo didn't put down the bag he was carrying, and looked at Fu Xuesong with a strange look. And he took out a small pink bag from his pocket,

"For you, sour plum powder!"