Tu Ran felt that something was wrong, so he quickly closed his mouth, blinked his wet eyes and looked at his father and grandmother, and regretted in his heart: how could she not confess so easily when she stole food!

"Look at you mother and son! What are you doing teasing children! Scare the baby like this!" Grandpa looked dissatisfied and stopped his son and wife who were cheating the child. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Grandma smiled and pulled Tu Ran out.

Grandpa's beard hung down on his chin again, and in the smoke, his expression was soothing and peaceful, like an ancient bronze statue engraved into the depths of time.

The thunder was still roaring, and my mother leaned out of the kitchen to greet everyone: "Dinner is ready, eat~"

Sleeping at night, Tu Ran was troubled by Uncle Zhi's story, and couldn't help but ask his grandmother about this question.

Grandma hugged Tu Ran coldly, as if she remembered something, and suddenly giggled like a girl: "Your grandfather is a donkey!"

"Grandma, what are you laughing at?" Tu Ran was puzzled.

"Laugh at your grandfather, you're a lot older, and you still have to talk nonsense!" Grandma replied in a daze. It seems that after a while, you will fall asleep.

Grandma's chest was like a warm stove, and after a while, Tu Ran also felt confused. In the dream, there are light insects, flashing green lights, flying around under a huge persimmon tree. The persimmon tree shades the sky and the sun is covered with yellow, orange and orange lanterns.

Grandma didn't answer Tu Ran's doubts. Tu Ran did not give up. She's always liked to get to the bottom of it. She ran to ask her mother, but her mother was stunned and couldn't tell if there was such a person. That may have happened before my mother got married. Tu Ran looked at the empty space again and asked his father.

Dad said lightly: "Uncle Zhi, I was killed by lightning while hiding from the rain under the big persimmon tree~"

"Then how did grandpa say that he was killed by lightning because he stole dog meat behind his mother's back?" Tu Ran was still puzzled.

"These two things have nothing to do with each other......" Dad took a sip of tea and slowly told Tu Ran the beginning and end of this matter.

An uncle and brother of Uncle Lao Zhi in the four courtyards got some dog meat, so he called a few relatives with better relations to drink. Uncle Zhi's mother had sores on her body and couldn't eat hair. Therefore, Uncle Zhi, who was dependent on his mother, went alone.

That was the end of the matter.

But unexpectedly, within a few days, disaster fell from the sky. When Uncle Lao Zhi was sheltering from the rain under the big persimmon tree on the ground, the thunder split the tree and split him by the way. It just so happened that there was a cowherd at the edge of the nearby forest who was sheltering from the rain and witnessed all this. After the thunder and lightning, the cow herd hurriedly went back to the village to find someone, and everyone saw that Uncle Lao Zhi had been burned into a large piece of black charcoal.

In fact, these two things have nothing to do with each other. But the villagers couldn't explain why the honest old Uncle Zhi was killed by thunder, so some good deeds were involved in the legend of the Lei Guild killing the unfilial son for Tianxingdao. And Uncle Lao Zhi went to his uncle's brother's house a few days ago to eat dog meat alone. In this way, everything makes sense. As a result, there was a rumor that Uncle Zhi was killed by lightning while eating dog meat on his mother's back.

"Then why did Lei split the persimmon tree?" Tu Ran continued to ask.

"You'll have to ask." Dad touched Tu Ran's head and ended the conversation with a smile.

Ma Xiaodian has been a little restless lately. His left eyelid was constantly bouncing and cramping, which forced him to pull his eyelid with his hand from time to time to prevent it from "twitching" and then spitting out a bunch of white foam.

"Brother, look at my left eyelid!" Ma Xiaoyue couldn't help it, put down the pencil, and said to Ma Xiaolong, who was reading seriously.

"What's wrong?" Ma Xiaolong raised his eyes and looked at Ma Xiaoyue and asked. The moment he lifted his eyes, he felt like he was looking in a mirror. The two of them look too similar. But in the next second, Ma Xiaolong couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth: It seems that it really doesn't look like it at all!

Ma Xiaoyue stretched his left eyelid hard, bared his teeth and shouted at Ma Xiaolong: "Brother, you can help me see, is there a spring in my eyelid, why does it keep jumping?"

Ma Xiaolong stared at Ma Xiaoyue's eyes carefully and looked inside and out for a long time, and then plunged into the book: "Nothing special!" There's no inflammation or anything~"

"Oh, really, people have been unlucky lately, and even their own eyelids have come to bully me!! And there is no heavenly reason!" Ma Xiaoyue complained to Ma Xiaolong indignantly.

"You've copied the text ten times?" Ma Xiaolong continued to read the book calmly and asked casually.

Ma Xiaoyue immediately wilted when he heard this: "Brother, did you say that Lao Du deliberately manipulated me...... I copied such a long text ten times, and I still can't sleep......"

"I don't know if Lao Du deliberately corrected you. I only know that the inkwell on Tan Xi's hair was not wrapped around by Lao Du, and the person wearing a red skirt with pigtails is not Lao Du......" Ma Xiaolong turned a page of the book lightly and responded.

Ma Xiaodian: "......"

During the afternoon class, it was pouring rain outside the window. The sound of the rain almost completely overshadowed the sound of the teacher's lecture. So, the Chinese teacher asked everyone to write essays. The essay topic is self-proposed, write about one thing you like, about 200 to 300 words. Hand it in when you're done. Students who haven't handed it in can only leave after writing it.

Tu Ran's Chinese teacher, surnamed Du, is a middle-aged man in his forties. Mr. Du has a gentle and personable temperament, and everyone likes him very much. Therefore, after the assignment of the task, the students began to concentrate on the things they liked, hoping to write brilliantly and get a praise from Mr. Du.

Tu Ran thought about it for a long time and decided to write about the big cherry tree in front of his grandmother's house. Every spring twilight, the big cherry tree is always full of bright red cherries. Pushing aside the leaves, the delicate little round fruit showed a little red face like a shy little girl. Pick a few plump cherries and throw them into your mouth, and the sweet flavor immediately spreads on the tip of your tongue.

Thinking of this, Tu Ran couldn't help but swallow his saliva. So, I immediately started writing: "I like a lot of things. But my favorite thing is the cherry tree in front of my grandmother's house......"

Ma Xiaoyue scratched his ears and cheeks for a long time, and he didn't know what to write. But Tu Ran and Tan Xi were both bowing their heads and writing hard, so he poked the two of them with a pencil, wanting to ask them what they wrote. But Tu Ran was immersed in his own world and ignored him. Tan Xi glared at him very dissatisfied, lowered his voice and threatened him: "Ma Xiaoyue, if you poke me again, I'll sue the teacher!"

The seats in the class for the new semester were adjusted, Tu Ran and Tan Xi were still at the same table, but their seats were adjusted from the window in the last row of the three groups to the middle of one group. Ma Xiaoyue happened to sit behind Tan Xi. The three best friends finally got together in the classroom. This made the three of them very excited.