"Coming back?" Grandma put down the needle and thread in her hand, stood up and looked at Tu Ran nervously and said. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Grandma, you don't want to die. I'm so scared~" Tu Ran didn't know why he jumped out of such a sentence. She hugged her grandmother firmly, and her tone was choked.

"What a silly girl. Grandma won't die......" Grandma hugged Tu Ran, and couldn't help the corners of her eyes moistened.

The barrier between the two men suddenly dissipated. Grandma is actually very worried, she has always loved this sick little granddaughter very much. The little granddaughter has always been very timid, and this time she must have been frightened by her sudden illness. Grandma didn't know how to explain the scene a few days ago to this fragile child. But let this child be so divergent, those uneasiness and worries seem redundant.

"Didn't scare you that day, did you?" Grandma looked at Tu Ran and asked as she gulped down the rice.

"If I say no. You won't believe it. Tu Ran wrapped a mouthful of rice and said, "I was really scared at the time...... Grandma, you're like a female general......"

"Are you still scared when you see grandma now?" Grandma looked at Tu Ran lovingly and asked.

"Don't be afraid! But, Grandma, what were you reading at the time? How come I've never heard of ......," Tu Ran asked her grandmother with a raised face.

"Oh, I can't remember. It must have been nonsense at the time! Grandma looked at the needlework in her hand and said casually.

"Well, where are you going?"

You coward!

Do you want to abandon your comrades and live alone?

Coward!

Open your eyes and see:

This vast history,

This vast starry sky,

Nothing that has not been stained by the blood of the warriors!" Tu Ran stood up, waved his hands and chanted, like a general commanding thousands of troops.

"Giggles, was that what I was?" Grandma couldn't help but smile and asked.

"Almost. Grandma, what's going on in the back? I don't remember exactly......" Tu Ran ran over and shook his grandmother's arm and asked.

"Grandma doesn't know. Okay, you'll pick up the table when you're done. The bowl is in the pot and I'll wash it later. Grandma didn't know whether she really didn't know or pretended not to know, so she diverted the topic.

Although Tu Ran was unwilling, he didn't dare to ask anything more.

This was the only time my grandmother had an illness in my memory. After that, until his grandmother died, Tu Ran never saw his grandmother lose control. That drizzling evening, like countless ordinary evenings in memory, was left behind by Tu Ran. It wasn't until a long time later that Ma Xiaoyue recited those words at his wedding banquet that Tu Ran remembered that there was such a busy night in his memory.

Ma Xiaoyue still came to play with Tu Ran when he was fine. Seeing Grandma Tu Ran, he was a little timid at first. But after a time or two, it was as if nothing had happened, and I had a good time.

"Hey, weren't you afraid yesterday?" Ma Xiaoyue secretly asked Tu Ran the next day.

"A little. But she's my grandmother and won't hurt me. Tu Ran stiffened his face and replied seriously.

"The shovel wielded!" Ma Xiaoyue sighed with emotion: "If we hadn't run fast, we would have cut off half of our heads!"

"My grandma knows me, she won't." Tu Ran stubbornly insisted.

"......" Ma Xiaoyue didn't know what to say, and after a while, he asked Tu Ran as if he remembered something: "Hey, when did you get the lock." I remember you locked the door when we ran out before!"

"Just as we were running! The lock is placed on the kiln hole of the cooktop. I grabbed it and got ......," Tu Ran replied very honestly.

In a few words, the matter was over.

There are not many such unexpected episodes in life. After this incident passed, Tu Ran's family's life was still moving forward plainly. And the most surprising thing for the family was that one evening, Tu Ran brought a young teacher home.

The young teacher, surnamed Zhang, was in his twenties and had just been transferred to Tu Ran's school last year. Teacher Xiaozhang came not for anything else, but to ask Tu Ran's father to let him agree that Tu Ran would follow him to learn to paint. Teacher Xiao Zhang said that Tu Ran is very talented in painting, and it would be a pity if it was wasted.

That's a great thing. There are teachers who are willing to teach children to draw, and it stands to reason that the family should happily agree. But the family was a little hesitant when they heard these words. In Dage Village at that time, reading was the right way. And painting or anything is something that doesn't go into the stream, it's dispensable. Even if you draw well, you won't get encouragement from adults. In their opinion, the only way to stop digging in the land is to study.

Since the first batch of people who went out to work came back, many men in Dage Village who had gone out have gained a lot of knowledge. They suddenly developed such a strong sense that they did not want their children to be trapped in this barren land for the rest of their lives, like themselves. They want their children to be able to go out and live a glamorous life like many people in the city.

Therefore, Mr. Xiaozhang's enthusiastic words did not bring the same warm approval.

Tu Ran sat on the side, wringing the corners of his clothes uneasily. She wanted to paint, but she didn't dare to resist her father. She loves to read and loves the colours. But she knew that she had no right to decide. So, she pursed her lips and listened quietly to the adults.

Teacher Xiaozhang is not Tu Ran's teacher. He just brought Tu Ran and their teacher back to class. In the classroom, he was attracted by the blackboard newspaper in the back.

"Who painted this?" Teacher Xiaozhang asked.

Some enthusiastic classmates reported Tu Ran's name.

Teacher Xiao Zhang walked to Tu Ran's desk: "What else did you draw, can you show me?" ”

At first, Tu Ran was a little embarrassed. But under the guidance of Teacher Xiaozhang, she was shy and took out her usual graffiti notebook. There are a lot of stories about the old master painted on it.

Tu Ran likes to watch "The Old Master", so in his free time, he paints the story of the old master's adventures. She had no painting background, and in order to draw closer to the old master and the big sweet potato, she had been using a thin white paper to cover the book at the beginning. It was only after she had painted that she began to paint the story of the old master and his wife. The story is rough and not very well drawn. But Mr. Xiaozhang looked at it very seriously for a long time.

At the end of class, Teacher Xiaozhang called her to the office and asked her to draw a few figures with a pencil. Tu Ran drew a wide-eyed Snow White, and also painted an angry old master. After the drawing, Mr. Xiao Zhang asked Tu Ran to draw lines, first drawing a piece of paper horizontally, and then drawing a piece of paper vertically. Tu Ran did it one by one.

Teacher Xiao Zhang took the four pieces of paper, looked at them for a while, and said to Tu Ran with a smile: "Do you want a teacher to teach you how to draw?" ”

Tu Ran was shocked, she raised her head in disbelief and looked at Teacher Xiaozhang in a daze.