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The squinting female teacher said, "Plagiarism still dare to be stubborn? Where is osmanthus in our school? ”

She asked me angrily, shaking my composition.

I was aggrieved and whispered that it was the laurel tree of Baiping Elementary School.

She choked for a moment, and then raised her slap and slapped me to delete: "Is plagiarism still reasonable?" Can you, a ten-year-old child, write an essay of this level? ”

I was slapped with tears, and although I was aggrieved, I didn't continue to defend myself. The tablemate whispered for me: "I watched what she wrote, and she didn't go to dinner at noon." ”

The squinting female teacher had nothing to say, so I sat down, who was humiliated. Later, my writing was all perfunctory, and I didn't even want to go to class. Seeing such a level gap, the female teacher even recognized me for plagiarism, and from time to time she had to beat me up and hurt me a sentence or two. This situation ended with the new batch of teachers in the sixth grade.

I told Chenchen about it, and Chenchen cried sadly after hearing it. She has always felt that teachers are very good, good people like her mother.

Chenchen is only in the first grade. She hasn't met many people yet. In her world, people are all black and white, either good or bad, and everyone is just different in terms of good and bad. In my first year of junior high school, the world is no longer so simple. Many people are actually gray, and they wander on the edge of good and evil, like a blurred cloud of smoke. There are no absolute good people, and there are no absolute bad people. When I told Chenchen like this, the six-year-old actually said that she understood.

I was stunned. Seeing that I was surprised, Chen Chen explained: "It's like a TV show, if the bad guy wants to change, he will do good things." Good people also do bad things for a number of reasons...... That's not easy to say! ”

Six-year-old Chenchen explained solemnly.

Mom said that for the sake of the smart Chenchen, my uncle and aunt got back together. To a large extent, it was Chenchen who saved the family that was on the verge of dissolution.

Later, it turned out that the uncle and aunt did the right thing. Chenchen set off from Baiping Primary School, where there were only about 40 students in three grades, and passed all the way and was admitted to the No. 3 Middle School in the city. Only one year after being listed in the third middle school, she defeated the students of the city and won the championship in the city's joint examination at the end of the term.

My aunt said that if it weren't for Chenchen's intelligence, she would have left. It's nothing for adults, but it has too much impact on children. If Chenchen became rebellious and autistic because of the two of them, she would die of distress.

My aunt's words were not groundless. During that time, Chenchen seemed to notice something. When my uncle came home, she followed him wherever he went. She is used to sleeping in a small bed alone, so she has to sleep with her parents. Not only that, but she had to hold her aunt's hands left and right, otherwise she would not close her eyes and sleep. My uncle was going to work, so she stood in front of the door and looked at her uncle in a daze. My uncle asked her to go in, but she refused, and waited until she couldn't see her uncle before she took her aunt's hand and went home. She became a little more silent, and stopped pestering her aunt and uncle. Even the rice is very small.

This kind of situation makes my aunt and uncle sad to watch. It's not good for a child to be too early. That's what they thought at that time.

And the cutting of peppercorns happened in the days when my uncle and aunt decided to reconcile.

My uncle is engaged in logistics in the hospital, in fact, to put it bluntly, he is the chef of the hospital. He needed peppercorns to make bean paste, so he called his aunt to cut a bag. After my aunt asked me how much I needed, I took Chenchen and me back to my parents' house.

Chenchen and I played outside the school for a while before we arrived at Chenchen's grandmother's house. When we went, my aunt was already starting in the scorching sun. The pepper tree is very tall, and my aunt is wearing a straw hat and holding a large pair of scissors. Sweat ran down her sideburns.

There was already a small pile of peppercorns with leaves in the basket. The pepper tree is full of spikes, and if you are not careful, you will be pulled out of a hole. In addition, the peppercorns are very numb, and it will be itchy if you get started directly, so everyone uses scissors to cut them. When making bean paste, press the peppercorns with the leaves on top of it, and then seal the mouth of the jar with mud. When the mud cracks at the mouth of the altar are cracked, the well-grained bean paste can be eaten. The black bean paste is one by one, a bit like a sheep pulling out one by one. But it tastes salty and delicious.

After cutting for a while, Chenchen and I were itchy and itchy. But seeing that my aunt was still calmly cutting, we continued to help. Finally, the basket was full, and my aunt shook the cradle and said that it was almost enough.

In the afternoon after cutting the peppercorns, my uncle came back, and he took the big plastic bag of peppercorns and left in a hurry. My aunt was still busy, but at the end of the night, she soaked her hands in cold water that were already red, swollen and itchy.

It took two or three days for the redness to fade.

Over the years, the taste of the year has been as light as a year. Originally, when I heard my mother say this, I didn't think so. But this year, I felt it deeply. Along the way, apart from the sporadic sound of firecrackers, many houses were closed. The Spring Festival couplets pasted on the door have long since faded red. It seems that it was posted last year.

When we arrived at my uncle's house, my uncle gave us a warm welcome. In recent years, economic development, in addition to the unified construction of the new countryside, people who have built small second floors on their original sites abound. In order to facilitate the settlement of the two families who occasionally return to their hometowns for the New Year, the uncle's family built three floors.

My aunt is getting older, and her face has a layer of frost. Seeing us coming, busy cooking. Mom wanted to help, but my aunt wouldn't let me. There was no way, my mother had to sit in front of the door with me and my aunt's cousin to bask in the sun and eat snacks, and the sixth aunt of the next door also came to join in the fun when she saw her mother coming.

Everyone was chatting, and the sound of firecrackers sounded in front of the sixth uncle's house. It seems that someone has come to pay New Year's greetings. The sixth aunt hurriedly trotted back.

said that it was the sixth aunt, but in fact, the real intimate relationship was still in my grandfather's generation. Aunt Six: They have only moved to the side of the road in recent years. I only remember when I was a child, my grandmother and I climbed the slope for a while to get to my sixth aunt's house. At that time, the sixth aunt was still very young when she first got married, with apricot eyes and willow eyebrows, and she looked good. She has a daughter named Late Autumn, and we were very good when we were young. But late autumn did not return this year.

Dad and uncle and cousin-in-law played mahjong together. I went upstairs to see my little cousin Chenchen. Chenchen is in her second year of high school in the city No. 3 Middle School this year, and at this moment, she is doing her homework seriously in the upstairs living room. The mahjong and TV downstairs were noisy, but she was unmoved. I was too embarrassed to disturb her any longer, so I sneaked downstairs.