After being hung from the sycamore tree, I thought my father would be furious and my mother would complain. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Surprisingly, my father didn't say a word and showed no signs of anger. But my mother was too kind to me, and they stopped me about studying or anything like that. I think they were wrong, maybe they were impressed by my persistence.

In fact... No. Here's the thing, because my father was a member of the government department, and at that time he advocated the family planning policy of "fewer children and better children, glorious family", my birth was already illegal. My father decided to send me to my grandmother's house in order not to be found, I was so old, it was the first time I went to such a far place, so they were worried, it could also be said that I was sent to such a backward place, and they felt guilty.

On the day I left, my father and mother were very reluctant, and I pretended to be reluctant.

。。。。。 The people in the village heard that there was a city man from my grandmother's house, so the adults came to watch, and some of the shy children stood in the corner of the wall, and then I seemed to feel that I was not from the earth, and at this time I became the news of the village, and if it was in the eyes of my mother, they were very rude, because my mother often told me, don't stare at a person, that's a very rude thing, you know? I noticed so many pairs of eyes staring at me, and I suddenly felt very, very unnatural, and the adults and grandma were talking about why I was exiled here, and finally they came to the conclusion that they wanted to treat me well, because in their eyes I was a poor child.

The first friend I met was called Xiao Ai, because he was an extremely bold child, when he first came, my mother left me a pen and a notebook, when he came to my grandmother's house, he saw that my pen was fun, and he picked it up and played without my consent, but he broke my pen, he said that my pen was too bad, and he also said that everything in the city was so bad, and I was not angry that he broke my pen, because I had left school, and it was useless. I told him that the things in the city are very poor, especially the concept, he didn't understand what the concept meant, and finally it took a long time to tell him, he still didn't know, and finally he understood the concept as something that could not be eaten, he only understood the concept that it could not be eaten, and the people in the city were very poor, almost like a meal was simmering, and it was even worse than eating.

He thought I knew a lot, I said but I was not a bag, I told him that I had done all those bad things in the city, he told me that it was their good boys here who did this, I can imagine how wild the children here must be, I suddenly admired them, we should be good friends, he climbed more than I did, he even climbed telephone poles, and I competed with him, he climbed faster than me, other children didn't seem to climb telephone poles, he always climbed to the roof and sit, he seemed to have the same hobby as me, but there were no courtyard houses here, and almost every house will be lived, are thatched houses, the best is also a tile house, the tile house is a particularly rich person here to live, you can only sit on it to wait for them to go out, the owner of the house will be very angry if he sees it, they are not only afraid of damaging his house, they say this is unlucky, I and Xiao Ai will hang on it for a while to know when the master will come back, so it will always come down in advance, sometimes the wrong time is estimated, forget God, if the master is a little fierce, he will use a bamboo pole to knock you down, He often hit him in the calf, and then we hugged the head of the rat skewer.

I'm not afraid of my grandmother knowing, because I know he loves me, and she never whips me, at least not as painfully as my father...

Xiao Ai has been living with his grandmother, I thought he was also like me, exiled here, and then he told me that he was not exiled here, he had not seen his father since he was a child, whether he died or went somewhere, Xiao Ai said that he never knew, and heard that people said that he was dead, it was her mother who died, but then his mother also died, and some people said that he died, I do not deny that this is a very superstitious place, I always see people in the temple incense, what is always asking God to ask ghosts,

When I was a child, I always seemed to think that this was a waste, so I often used to be behind the temple with the little Ai cat, and when the adults left, we ran in to clean the handle of the incense, and then went to the banyan tree, and picked up the handle of the incense from the tree fruit, and made it into a house, and made it into a car, which was very beautiful, and he told me that this kind of tree fruit could be eaten, and he said that his grandparents had eaten it, but I never believed it, and he ate it with me, and he said that if it was poisonous, he would die together, and I ate a grain, and it was not poisonous, but the taste made me vomit for a few days. The people in the city are also superstitious to death, and my neighbors often tell me what to save people's lives or something, and my ears are full of fire when I hear it. I'm tired of such a person who talks about it, and I don't think she's done it in her eight lifetimes to save people. Xiao Ai hasn't gone to school yet, the children here are as old as me, and they haven't gone to school at the age of eleven, maybe because they are poor, there is no need to go to school so early, and I don't think I can go to school for a few years. But Xiao Ai heard me talk about my family, he said that I was happy, and then I thought that if I was just a bookworm, or I was just a tool born for the future, maybe I would also feel happy, but I felt that I was a person.