Liang Yue didn't expect that reciting a book could hit her own mother's muzzle, and seeing that Xu Qinglian took her language book and was going to the stove room, she panicked and rushed over to hug Xu Qinglian's thigh, and howled miserably: "Mom, don't burn, don't burn!" ”

Xu Qinglian ignored her, dragging Liang Yue and shaking her legs while continuing to hate and say, "You will come down tomorrow, and you are not allowed to study anymore!" One by one, I don't feel easy, and I can't see that I'm tired and tired. What a book! What's the use of reading it out! As soon as I hung the whip, I blew up someone else's house and became a daughter-in-law! ”

Liang Yue still hugged her legs and howled, and her body was dragged all over in mud by Xu Qinglian. It was easy to drag, and he was about to get up to grab the book, but when he saw Xu Qinglian going crazy, he directly tore the language book in his hand apart.

Seeing that the book was torn, Liang Yue screamed "wow" again, miserable as if she had died of her own mother. She let go of Xu Qinglian's legs, rushed over to grab her book, and in the end, she just grabbed the messy pieces, so tears fell down.

Xu Qinglian was angry, pointed at Liang Yue and scolded for a while, before giving up, going back to continue to do her own needlework, still chattering in her mouth.

Liang Yue was left alone outside, sobbing while picking up fragments of his language book little by little. She picked up all the pieces, put them in her school bag, and went out of the yard crying.

Xu Qinglian scolded behind her: "Don't die and come back when you go out!" ”

Liang Yue is the most timid, and at this time he completely forgot the horror of walking at night. She went west while crying, until she arrived at Grandma Liang's grass and mud house, still sobbing and crying. After calling the door for a long time, I saw Liang Xin come out and open the door, so I stuck my head in Liang Xin's arms, howling out like a vent, and at the same time said vaguely: "Sister, my mother tore up my book ......"

Liang Xin frowned and hurriedly pulled Liang Yue into the house. She lit the kerosene lamp and wiped her tears as she asked, "Tell me slowly, what's going on?" ”

Liang Yue choked up and finished talking about what happened, and she was already crying less fiercely. Liang Xin frowned when she heard this, but she could only comfort Liang Yue and said, "Don't be afraid, my sister will help you glue the book later." I'll get you some water, you wash it quickly, look at your mud. ”

"Hmm." Liang Yue nodded vigorously: "I don't want to go back either, I want to be with my sister." ”

Liang Xin touched her head and got up to get water. Grandma Liang sat down again, took a blue and white checkered square towel and came out to wipe her face, and coaxed while wiping: "Don't cry, your mother is angry, it will be fine in two days." ”

Here, Grandma Liang coaxed Liang Yue, and over there, Liang Xin mixed the water and asked Liang Yue to go over to take a bath. When Liang Yue was taking a bath by herself, Liang Xin poured out all the book fragments in her schoolbag. The book was broken, but not to the point where it couldn't be put together. She got up and went to get some white noodles, mixed water in the pot to boil the batter, and found some waste paper. She cut the waste paper into strips, applied paste, and put the pages together, page by page. It takes some effort to spell it all out, and to not cover the words.

After Liang Yue took a bath, he was very happy to see that Liang Xin had already helped him put together two pages. I also sat down and helped Liang Xin put together all the pages.

After only working for a while, Liang Xin urged Liang Yue to go to sleep. I have to go to school the next day, so I can't stay up like this. Liang Yue was also sleepy, so she climbed into bed and went to Grandma Liang's side, asked Grandma Liang to tell two stories, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

When he woke up the next day and saw his language books lying on the table full of "scars", Liang Yue was indescribably excited. But seeing that Liang Xin was sleeping deeply, he didn't disturb her to get up. She asked Grandma Liang for a steamed bun and went to school like this.

Liang Xin was indeed busy until late, and it was almost when the morning star was lit up in the east that she finished the book. I fell asleep in bed, but I didn't sleep long before I got up. casually nibbled on pickles, drank steamed buns, brought a dry corn tortilla, said hello to Grandma Liang, and went out.

Grandma Liang asked, "Where to go?" ”

"Go to town, don't wait for me to eat at noon." Liang Xin responded.

Once she was reborn, she still had a lot of business to do, and she couldn't waste her time so meaninglessly.

Beiren Village belongs to Fenshui Town, and it is fifteen miles away from the village to the town. Without a bicycle and other means of transportation, Liang Xin could only run over with his legs. Afraid of delaying too much time, she didn't stop for a moment, but walked straight for nearly an hour before she arrived in town.

The sun was high, but it was not yet noon. Liang Xin was not in a hurry to go to Fenshui Middle School, but first found the market and walked around the market inside and out.

When he arrived at the stall selling fruits, Liang Xin pointed to the apples and asked, "How do you sell apples?" ”

The vendor didn't raise his eyelids, and asked, "Do you buy it?" ”

Liang Xin didn't have any money on him, and all the wages he took yesterday were given to Xu Qinglian. The clothes she was wearing were patched, and it was right that others didn't want to see her. She withdrew her hand and rubbed it on her body, and went to the next house to ask.

Although most of them are not welcome, but after asking all the way, she also roughly grasped the price of fruits in the market.

Nowadays, there are no unusual fruits in the market, and most of them are apples, pears, oranges, etc. Among these common fruits, the price is also different depending on the quality of the fruit itself. Some of the big and red apples cost a dime a catty, while those small green apples only cost four or five cents a catty.

Then there are those vegetables, most of the Chinese cabbage is two cents and five pounds, white radish is two cents, leeks and celery are three points, and green peppers are more expensive, three or five pounds. As for poultry meat, Liang Xin didn't inquire. I can't afford to eat it, and I don't have a supply to sell, so I naturally don't have to work hard.

By the time I had asked most of the stalls, it was already noon, and the sun was hanging fiercely. Liang Xin found a big tree that sprinkled shade, took out the corn tortillas in his satchel in the shade, and squatted and gnawed on them.

Corn biscuits are so rough that they pull their throats, and at that time in the new century, no one in the countryside would eat them anymore, and they all ate white steamed buns and flatbread. But at this time, tortillas were still a necessity for poor families to satisfy their hunger. In the past, when the poor didn't even eat tortillas, they ate sweet potatoes. For Liang Xin, sweet potatoes are another painful memory of survival.

Liang Xin squatted under the big tree and nibbled on corn tortillas, the person was dark and thin, his clothes were old, only his long hair was shiny, and he was casually tied with a ponytail on the back of his head. She looked down and nibbled on the tortilla, and suddenly she heard a clanging sound. On closer inspection, a lead coin jumped straight on the ground in front of him—a dime.

Liang Xin raised his head and saw a neatly dressed boy standing in front of him, about twelve or thirteen years old, with fine skin and tender meat. He looked down at himself and said, "It's enough for you to eat a bowl of Yangchun noodles." ”

Liang Xin understood what he meant, reached out and picked up a dime, handed it to him, and said, "Thank you, I didn't ask for food." ”

The man ignored her, turned around and left.

Liang Xin stuffed the last bite of tortilla in his hand into his mouth, and watched the boy walk away, so he had to shrug his shoulders and stuff a dime into the small pocket in his satchel - don't be in vain.

After collecting the money, she looked around again, and there were some boys and girls scattered on the street, and it seemed that Fenshui Middle School was out of school. Most of the students in these towns go to school and go home to eat and sleep.

Liang Xin basically didn't sleep all night last night in order to stick a book for Liang Yue, so she slept for a while in the morning. Now I am very sleepy after eating, so I looked for a place where there were few people, found a place to avoid the sun, and sat at the base of the wall and took a nap.

When I woke up, I was refreshed, stretched out, got up and dusted off my body, and went to divide the water.

When he arrived at the door of Fenshui Middle School, looking at the four gilded characters on the door, Liang Xin suddenly became nervous. If she could go in and continue her studies, her life might never be the same. Reading to change fate is the most intuitive way out for the poor. The last thing Liang Xin wants to give up in his life is to study.

After a long period of psychological preparation, Liang Xin took a step towards the gate. At this time, there are too many differences between Fenshui Middle School and twenty or thirty years later, except for one main teaching building, which is a building, the others are all bungalows and tiled houses. The playground is not big, but the weeds are clean. There is no proud rubber lawn, and there is no basketball court for people to run back and forth with the ball.

Liang Xin looked at the qi qi here and thought to himself - I must come in! Anyway, you have to come in!

Finding the principal's office all the way, Liang Xin took several deep breaths before daring to knock on the door. I knocked on the door and heard someone inside, "Come in." She pushed the door open and went inside. After entering, I hurriedly greeted the principal, nervous, but calm on my face.

The headmaster was an old man, sitting behind his desk, his hair combed with oil. She looked at Liang Xin for a long time before she spoke, "Which class is it?" What are you looking for me? ”

Liang Xin hurriedly said: "Principal, I'm sorry, I'm not a student of Fenshui Middle School yet. I was admitted before, but my mother wouldn't let me study, so I didn't come. But now that I've figured it out, I still want to keep reading. I don't know...... Is my spot still available? ”

After listening to her, the principal understood, got up and said, "That's it, then you come with me, and I'll take you to the admissions office." ”

"Principal Xie." Liang Xin hurriedly followed the principal and came all the way to the admissions office.

The staff of the admissions office checked the information, and sure enough, the quota was Liang Xin, but he never came to the school to report. There are too many children in rural areas who don't go to school until junior high school, and no one cares about it.

Since there are indeed places, and people are coming to report again, and the school has no reason not to charge, the principal said to Liang Xin: "Then you come over next Monday, pay all the books and miscellaneous fees, and let the director of the first grade help you arrange a class, and start the class." ”

"Thank you, principal, thank you, principal." Liang Xin couldn't help but say thank you, and when it came to money, she asked the principal one more question: "I am a single-parent family, and there is only my mother in the family." My family was very poor, and I had two older brothers and a younger sister in school. I heard that the school has a bursary for poor students, can I apply for it? ”