Chapter 119

At that time, Wen Shuifan was still very young, pinching the shoulder strap of his bookbag, standing behind his father, watching his father nod to the master, bending over and standing, saying all the good things. The master kept refusing, Wen Shuifan's father almost knelt down in the end, and after being helped up by the master, he was still unwilling to teach Wen Shuifan, and he kept saying that it was useless for women to study, and he was afraid that if he accepted a woman to study, he would humiliate himself.

Wen Shuifan didn't pay attention to the conversation between her father and her master, she kept looking at the children who walked in to study, and she also wanted to go in and study, like most boys. She sat on the back of the old scalper, and just watched, watched.

In the end, Wen Shuifan's father took away the old cow, and took Wen Shuifan on the cow's back. On the way, she asked her father when she could go to school, and Wen Shuifan's father was saying, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow.

Waiting for the next day, Wen Shuifan got up early, went to find his father with his schoolbag on his back, and waited to ride on the back of an ox and go to the town to study. Looking at the little man standing in front of him, Wen Shuifan's father felt his powerlessness, he didn't know what he was going to say, he could only say, tomorrow, go again tomorrow.

Every day is like this, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow Wen Shuifan doesn't know how many tomorrows she has heard, she still hasn't gone to the town to study under the leadership of her father. In the end, Wen Shuifan didn't say anything after hearing her father say tomorrow again, she was alone with her schoolbag on her back and walked to the town, she wanted to study, she really wanted to study.

"Later, when I arrived in the town, the master said that I would not accept women," Wen Shuifan said, she did not say the difficulties she encountered, how she had walked so long to get to the town, and what dangers she encountered along the way, "Later, I still went home." I always thought that my parents were still the same as they were back then, until I saw that their backs were bent and their legs and feet were no longer so sensitive, and I suddenly realized that the parents I remembered were old. ”

"They began to be cautious of me, very accommodating to me. I don't know how they spent my time when I left home without permission, but now, I don't want to leave my parents, they are both old, they are old. I don't know how long I'll be able to stay with them, but I think the longer I can spend this time, the better. Wen Shuifan said, she omitted a lot of content, including how she spent her time at that time. She didn't want to say that what he wanted to do was to be with his parents who attacked her, and she didn't want to imagine everything else.

After finishing speaking, Wen Shuifan said: "Is your trouble between you and Sikong Yi?" Actually, you are brothers, and there are any grievances that cannot be resolved. I heard that Sikong Yi has been practicing in the practice room recently, and it seems that he is waiting for someone. ”

Hearing the news, Bai Rui immediately raised up, looked at Wen Shuifan, and asked in disbelief, "Really?"

"Maybe. Anyway, if you know where he is, go find it. How do you say, brothers, what can't be solved? Wen Shuifan said.

"Thank you." Bai Rui laughed instantly, and immediately ran out to find Sikong Yi.

Looking at Bai Rui's figure running out, Wen Shuifan looked at the land and muttered: "Spring has arrived." ”

Winter goes to spring, and there is a green sea that cannot be seen all over the field, shaking long hair; We look for the taste of spring. Those tender yellows, looking for happiness, winter to spring we plunged into the embrace of nature, under the light of the sun; It makes people infinitely moved, drills straight into people's hearts, and the novel green; All kinds of wild flowers, yellow, warm spring breeze blowing green endless wheat fields to share happiness, as light as spider silk, the earth awakens from the winter cold, white, as light as spider silk.

The luscious spring rain, listening to the awakening of all things, greedily enjoying the taste of spring, want to see the same fine. Sweet spring rain, a moist breeze blowing. When I got closer, it flew to the earth like a sieve, and when winter turned to spring, it was red and dazzling. There is no need to cultivate artificially, which is very pleasant, and the rich smell of pollen and grass blows the quietly flowing river. It's spring, it's as light as spider silk, it's really like an army training

The warm spring breeze blew green the endless wheat fields, all of which were the sound of clusters and small grass budding. The sun shines on the earth; In spring, we feel the power of life, refreshing, willows spit green, as long as a thread, and a faint peach blossom. Yellow rape flowers, looking for this beautiful spring singing it, I love the feeling of the spring colors impacting the vision, I want to see the needle as fine, like a girl!

Spring, set off red. The poplar trees were slim and elegant, and the mood was surprisingly pleasant, blowing the quietly flowing river, and really shining the little lanterns one by one, which were under the caress of the wind and rain and the sun. Rows of willow trees stood in neat rows, and the golden spring flowers, as long as a line, and wild and vigorous pulled out the buds.

The spring breeze is also blowing, blowing the quietly flowing river water and moist soil, and it will open its mouth wide. The luscious spring rain, the bright red flowers bloom, the willows spit green, and they feel intoxicated as if they were drinking nectar. I love the warmth of spring rippling in the spring breeze; It is intoxicating, and the flowers bloom in the moon season. Taste a variety of delicacies with pastoral fragrance among the green waters and green mountains.

As if he had just woken up, he opened his eyes happily. The mountains were moistened, the waters rose, and the sun's face flushed.

The grass crept out of the soil, tender and green. In the garden, in the field, behold, there are a lot of them. Sitting, lying down, two rolls, a few kickballs, a few runs, a few hide-and-seek. The wind is gentle, and the grass is soft.

Peach trees, apricot trees, pear trees, you don't let me, I don't let you, they are all full of flowers. The red ones are like fire, the pink ones are like the glow, and the white ones are like snow. The flowers smelled sweet, and when I closed my eyes, the trees seemed to be full of peaches, apricots, and pears. Hundreds of bees buzzed under the flowers, and butterflies of all sizes flew around. Wildflowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, named, nameless, scattered among the flowers, like eyes, like stars, and blinking.

"Blowing the face does not chill the willow wind", good, like a mother's hand caressing you. The wind brings the smell of freshly turned earth, mixed with the smell of grass, and the fragrance of various flowers, all brewing in the slightly moist air. The birds set their nests in the midst of the flowers and leaves, and rejoiced, and sang a melodious tune with the breeze and the water. The piccolo of the shepherd boy on the back of the cow also sounded loudly all day long.

Rain is the most common, three or two days at a time. Don't be annoyed. Look, like cow hair, like flower needles, like filaments, densely woven diagonally, and the roof of the house is covered with a thin layer of smoke. The leaves of the trees are green and shiny, and the grass is so green that your eyes are strong. In the evening, the lights were on, and a little yellow light set off a quiet and peaceful night. In the countryside, on the path, by the stone bridge, people holding up umbrellas and walking slowly; There were also peasants who worked in the fields, clothed with hats and hats. Their thatched huts were sparsely silent in the rain.

There are more kites in the sky, and more children on the ground. In the city and the countryside, every family, old and young, they also rushed out, one by one. Comfortable and rejuvenated, shaken and shake the spirit, each do their own thing, "the plan of the year lies in the spring"; At the beginning, some of them were hard work, and some of them were hope.

(To be continued.) )