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The evening sun, standing ill-intentioned on the reed-covered horse's head wall, its burning gaze shining through a worn-out carved pine window, stared viciously at a young man lying on a wooden bed, as if trying to dry him.

Sixteen-year-old Yang Zijian was shirtless and wearing shorts, lying on the wooden bed straw mat like a corpse, his face was mottled with light and shadow, his eyes were wide, as if a ghost pressed the bed, his soul wandered, his whole body could not move, as if he was awake.

In the dark, countless long-forgotten memories poured in like a flood, mud and sand, and disorganized.

Gradually, the body was able to move, but immediately cold, thirsty, sore, aching and other sensations came up: the right cheek was swollen and painful, the purple marks on the hands and legs came from the hot pain, the whole body was sore, the lips were thirsty, as if walking in the desert for a year.

The "buzzing" tinnitus subsided, and then a shrill scolding came into the ears from outside the door.

A middle-aged male voice roared angrily: "That little beast doesn't have to work, hoe the orange seedlings off, five yuan a tree, what if Lao Tzu beats him, this is to make him remember for a long time, but he pretends to be dead for Lao Tzu......"

A woman scolded screaming: "What are you pretending to be dead, Ah Jian has already suffered from heat stroke, you shameless man, you are not responsible as a father, if my son dies of illness, I will fight with you!" ”

"Who hasn't had heat stroke, and it's not a serious illness, and after feeding a few bowls of herbs, isn't it better again? Sick at every turn, deliberately! What sin have I created to raise such a useless son! The man scolded, "I've been working in Orange Mountain for a day, I'm tired to death, you go and cook." ”

"You do it yourself, I still have to go to the child's uncle's house to borrow money, and Ah Jian has to take the train back to school at night." The woman angrily overturned the barrel that the man was bathing in, and slammed the door and went out.

The man jumped to his feet and scolded: "Stinky, neurotic, I don't cook anymore, I go to a friend's house to eat and drink." ”

Then there was a sound of dressing next door, and then there was a "bang" on the door, and the old and dilapidated yard finally fell silent.

At this time, the sun also set on the horse-head wall, and the house was dark, except for a glazed tile on the roof, which slanted down a hazy pillar of light and hit the wall pasted with old newspapers.

Yang Zijian's tears the size of two beans flowed down from the corners of his eyes. This is the old house of Nantang Town's hometown, this is the scene of my parents arguing and slamming the door every day, and this is the scene of being beaten and scolded for my daily work after I came home from school.

At this time, a little girl stood at the door of the room, with a delicate and thin little face, big eyes, tears and very helpless, two small pigtails dangling behind her head, wearing a set of ill-fitting blue clothes and pants, looking about seven years old, in fact, nine years old.

She is Yang Zijian's younger sister Yang Zizhen.

"Brother, are you awake?" The younger sister shouted happily, and then lifted her calves over the one-foot-high threshold, and swayed to the bedside, her big eyes were a little red, she was obviously scared and cried by the quarrel between her parents just now, "Are you sick?" ”

Yang Zijian moved his mouth, and a hoarse note came out of his throat: "Thirsty." ”

"I'll pour tea." The younger sister shouted, trotted out, climbed over the threshold, went to the kitchen, found the ceramic potbelly teapot, carefully poured the spout over the white porcelain bowl, then held it in both hands, looked at the bowl with both eyes, lifted her calves with difficulty, crossed the high threshold like a mountain, and then entered the house, and swayed to her brother's bed.

"I brought the tea, and my brother got up to drink the tea." The younger sister said with some pride, she held the big bowl and looked at Yang Zijian like a treasure.

"Well, Zizhen is very well-behaved!" Yang Zijian sat on the ground with difficulty, took the big bowl with his right hand, and then gulped down the cow drink, what a familiar taste, this is homemade tea, homemade big bowl of tea, thick and bitter, and there are tea leaves and tea stalks at the bottom of the bowl.

The teapot is always placed in the coolest part of the kitchen, so the tea is quite cool, and the water enters the throat and stomach, sweeping away the heat from the body.

Water is the mother of all things and the source of life. Yang Zijian felt that the strength in his body had returned, and his limbs were all unobstructed.

The younger sister sat on the edge of the bed, her poor eyes blinking, and said softly: "Brother, I'm hungry, my parents are gone after a quarrel, and no one cooks." ”

"Where's Yang Zishe?" Yang Zijian asked his twelve-year-old brother.

"Asher went to play, and he hasn't come back yet. Brother, I'm hungry and want to eat. She shook Yang Zijian's hand coquettishly.

There was a rumbling sound in her stomach, and her sister was in the period of growing her body, and she was easily hungry.

Yang Zijian touched her head lovingly and comforted: "I'll make it for you right away, you will be able to eat soon." ”

He twisted his arm and felt that his physical condition was not too bad. Well, the head is still a little swollen, the temples are faintly painful, the face is swollen after a few slaps, but it is not serious, the arms and thighs are pulled out by thin bamboo branches More than a dozen purple marks, but it is also a skin injury, and it will be fine if it is scarred in a few days, and the farmer's child has always been very skinny.

Thinking of this, Yang Zijian got out of bed and stood up, suddenly his head was dizzy, and his body swayed.

The younger sister hugged her brother's thigh in horror and made him stand firm, her eyes revealing a hint of concern.

Yang Zijian smiled, touched his sister's little head lovingly, and said: "It's okay, it's okay, it's been lying for a long time, and when I suddenly stood up, the blood in my lower limbs didn't flow to the heart in time, so that the blood pumped by the heart reached the brain less, resulting in dizziness and blackness......

The younger sister blinked her eyes wide, and said with some unclear admiration: "My brother is so powerful, no wonder he was admitted to Nanjian No. 1 Middle School." ”

Yang Zijian shook his head and sighed: "I'd rather not go to No. 1 Middle School!" This is a bad turning point in his life, he originally filled in the first choice of secondary school, after three years of study the state will arrange a job, but did not expect that in 91 years, the policy of the Nanjian Education Bureau changed, so that the first middle school priority was admitted, Yang Zijian as the first place in the Nantang Town high school entrance examination, forced to enter the Nanjian No. 1 Middle School.

Yang Zijian walked to the door with a big bowl, and then carried his sister out of the threshold, so that she would not "climb the mountain" again.

In the countryside, porridge is generally eaten in the evening.

Yang Zijian first brushed the big iron pot, then scooped a small half pot of water from the water tank next to it, covered it tightly with a lid, and then sat in front of the stove, first lit it with pine oil seeds, put it in the stove, and then put the firewood on it to burn, before the water boiled, he went to wash the rice.

My sister Zizhen sat obediently on a small stool in front of the stove, she was very skilled at "guarding the fire", if the fire in the stove was weak, she had to pull it a few times with iron tongs, or add a piece of firewood to keep the fire going.