Sunday, two p.m. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Yang Zijian wants to take his sister and younger brother out of school.

"Mom will take the shuttle bus to the station to pick you up at 3:30 p.m., and then you will take the bus home, and you will have school classes tomorrow." Yang Zijian explained to them.

"If I don't leave, my dad will beat me." Zizhen puffed out her little face, threw her two small pigtails behind her, hugged the pillar of the bed tightly with her hands, and said angrily with her eyes glaring, "My brother is a big villain, I don't go home, I want to live here." ”

Zishe's face was gloomy, and he bit his lip tightly and didn't speak. He made a big mistake by "abducting" his sister to run away from home this time, and he was very worried that his father would beat him hard.

Yang Zijian persuaded his younger siblings: "Don't worry, I called in the morning, and my father knew that it was wrong, so he won't call you again." And I'll be back home to see you all the time. Zizhen, wait a minute, I'll take you to Jiangbin Park to play and buy you balloons, rag dolls, and popsicles, okay? ”

"Brother, really go to the park and buy rag dolls?" My sister's eyes lit up and her attitude relaxed.

"Of course."

Today is cloudy, the autumn wind is blowing, and the weather is slightly cooler. As the south wind blew the smoke and dust from the Nanjian thermal power plant into the city, the whole city looked gray. On the main road from the west of the city to the south of the city, half of the people who come back are bicycles.

Jiangbin Park is an open park located in the southern district, sandwiched between the Jiangbin Highway and the Minjiang River. There are antique pavilions, flower beds, sculptures, fountains, etc., as well as various ornamental plants, such as Nanyang, banyan, osmanthus, fragrant maple, French plane tree, golden bamboo forest, etc., which are shaded by green trees, beautiful and cool.

Yang Zijian carried Zizhen on his back, followed by Zishe, and the three of them walked in the riverside park to take a walk and watch.

Along the way, he bought his sister a small balloon, a small rag doll, a small Rubik's cube, she still had a popsicle in her mouth, she was so happy that her little hands danced wildly, her little feet kicked wildly, her little body still smelled of red potion, and the blisters on the soles of her feet were forgotten.

The younger brother Yang Zishe still had a gloomy face, clutching the brand-new fountain pen that his brother bought for him.

Yang Zijian knew his brother's knot, and thought that it was his brother's high school that caused the family to be miserable, which was also an excuse for his parents to block their requests to buy clothes and snacks, and his younger brother must be resentful in his heart: Now that the family is so poor, my brother still has money to buy them gifts!

Yang Zijian said seriously: "Zishe, now this money is earned by me writing articles, and in the future, I will not ask my family for money again." ”

"Liar." Yang Zishe didn't believe it, he lowered his head and said, his left and right feet kept kicking a small stone on the ground.

Yang Zijian took out the sample newspaper from his trouser pocket, spread out the newspaper, showed him the name of the author of the poem "Memories of the Frost Moon", and then patted him on the shoulder and said: "You study hard, and when you go to high school and college in the future, I will pay for your tuition when I earn money." ”

"Hmm." Zi Shi read the newspaper for a long time, and then he believed it, and his face and eyes flashed with a layer of hope, "This is what you said, if I am really admitted to the first middle school, if you don't pay the tuition, I will come to the school again to rely on you." ”

"Okay." Zijian said with a smile.

It was almost half past three, Yang Zijian carried Zizhen and Zishe to the station near Jiangbin Park, waited for five or six minutes, the shuttle bus arrived, and then saw his mother running off the door in a hurry.

"Mom!" Zizhen shouted on her brother's back, waving the balloon on her little hand high.

The mother is a very stout peasant woman, she walked in front of the children excitedly, touched Zi Shi and Zizhen, and then looked at the things in Zizhen's hands with complicated eyes, and complained to Yang Zijian: "Don't spend money indiscriminately, now the family ...... it"

Yang Zijian interrupted her words, handed her the sample newspaper envelope and said: "Mom, this is the money I earn, my article has been published in the newspaper, I have become a writer, I can earn my own money, and my family will not need to lend me money in the future." ”

The mother knew that her son was well written, but she couldn't believe that he would become a writer, so she took the newspaper half-convinced.

Yang Zi looked like a person who had come over, and pointed out which page and which poem to read to his mother.

My mother graduated from elementary school and could read words, so she quickly found her son's name and exclaimed in surprise: "It's true, Yang Zijian's name, my son has become a gentleman who can write books, no wonder Mr. Yan, who is in a row of eight characters, said that you are a Wenqu star, no wonder when I gave birth to you, two fireballs fell from the sky......"

This is really nonsense, Yang Zijian interrupted and asked, "What about Dad?" ”

The mother scolded angrily: "Don't mention this useless thing, he went to work in the fields early in the morning." Hmph, how can he still have the face to go into the city to pick up his son and daughter, your uncle, aunt, and uncle are all scolding him. ”

Yang Zijian smiled bitterly, took out fifty yuan from his pocket and handed it to his mother: "This money is my manuscript fee, my mother uses it, the family is in difficulty, I will write more articles in the future, earn more money, and subsidize the family." ”

The mother immediately pushed back and said, "You keep the money you earn, save it slowly, and ask for a wife in the future." ”

Yang Zijian wanted to laugh when he heard it, and felt moved again, and handed it over again, but his mother resolutely refused to accept it, Yang Zijian knew that his mother had this toughness, so he had to hand the money to Zizhen and said, "Sister, you help your mother take it." ”

"Okay, brother." Nine-year-old Zizhen immediately picked up the banknote and put it in her small pocket, holding it tightly with her right hand. Poor children are in charge of their families early and know the importance of money.

Yang Zijian inquired about the situation at home again, especially when he asked about the money his father borrowed from "Uncle Qiu", and he was relieved when he knew that it was not a loan shark.

After a quarter of an hour, the shuttle bus back to the town was about to leave, the mother took her daughter and held her in her arms, and then took Yang Zishe to reluctantly get on the bus, and the three of them stretched out the window and waved goodbye to Yang Zijian.

The shuttle starts slowly, drives into the asphalt road, and then sps fast out of the city, winding and twisting, leaving a cloud of dust and worries.

When he left, there were three brothers and sisters, and when he returned, only Yang Zijian was left, walking alone on the sidewalk back to school.

The elegant French plane trees are luxuriant, the clouds are getting lower and lower, the wind is blowing louder and louder, the leaves rustle, and the confetti and garbage are rolling around, as if a rainstorm is about to fall.

Passers-by hurried home, and at this time, he heard Meng Tingwei's "The Past" from a video store.

A dreamy past

Filled with laughter

Lovely little river in front of the door

Still singing old songs

……

Little river, I want to stay by your side

Listen to you sing eternal songs

Let me look for the past in my memories

The little girl with the butterfly flower

……

After carrying his sister for a long time, Yang Zijian was so tired that his back and legs cramped, so he leaned on the blue and white trunk and listened to the song and the wind, and the strong wind quickly dried the sweat on his body. He looked up at the broad, yellowish sycamore leaves, and listened to this memorable song, and his eyes moistened for a while.

Yes, after staying in No. 1 Middle School for a week, he almost forgot that there was a girl he had a crush on in his hometown, although this relationship had long since passed away.