So, I grabbed my bag and left my hometown again.

I held up my umbrella, carried a heavy schoolbag, and lifted my steps like a thousand pounds, and walked forward slowly. Before leaving, my parents told me to let my brother accompany me to school. My brother is happy to go with me, and he is returning after arriving at the school, maybe my brother also wants to see the fantasy school, whether it is like Lu Xun said that the three-flavor study house, engraved with many early words, whether the teacher wears thick glasses and holds a ring ruler to urge students to read.

I didn't let my brother go with me.

Because I don't want to gas my brother's heart to let go of the desire for a long time, maybe my brother is used to it, and now, seeing the children in the school will inevitably give birth to a lot of longing. Because we can run freely on the playground, you chase me, but my brother doesn't. He could only sing nursery rhymes, carry pigweed, and hold a whip in his hand, struggling in the dirt. No one wants to be busy and constrained by life in their childhood.

"Mom and Dad told me to go with you," my brother said to me.

"No, I can do it", I didn't look back because I didn't want to see my brother's disappointed eyes.

"Then be careful," the brother said again.

I raised my right hand back and made a gesture of goodbye, and I could vaguely feel how disappointed my brother was leaning against the dirt wall.

My brother has never had a chance to go to school in his life, and his inner desire may be stronger than mine. When I walked out of the courtyard gate, I still couldn't help but look back, only to see my brother with his head down, constantly playing with the mud in his hands, and stepping on the rain-washed steps with his bare feet, which looked a little interesting, maybe my brother was not so disappointed, but I imagined it.

Autumn days, thin clouds, the sun is shining, the breeze is light, as if bathed in the middle of warm water, how refreshing the autumn of the hometown is, it is not as the city people say, autumn is full of sorrow, full of homesickness, private relatives.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon.

There is no holiday for the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the school is open as usual, but the class time is canceled in the evening. Most of the people in my class were from their own village, and many of them went home to reunite with their families to admire the moon, while everyone else ran to relatives, and I was the only one who stayed in the dormitory, and the school suddenly became empty, and the joy was suddenly lost.

I sat alone in front of the moonlit window, looking at the bright moonlight outside the window, and a trace of sadness slowly welled up. I took out the candy wrappers in my school bag and fantasized about the atmosphere of being at home. The fruit trees outside the window, the withered branches and leaves all over the ground, the moonlight shines directly, leaving only a lonely shadow to stay quietly on the ground. There was no wind on the night, it was very quiet, and everything was dead.

A nightingale broke the silence of the night and woke me from my sleep, and now it was almost dawn. The moonlight outside the window is still so bright, the lonely branch shadow is still lonely, the difference is only that there are fewer stars in the sky, the chickens in the village are crowing, and slowly, time enters the hustle and bustle.

In the morning, it was another math class, and the math teacher walked into the classroom with the textbook in hand, shaking his wet hair, and as before, he started shouting to class before he turned around, and then checked the homework. Many people don't like her class, including me, whether you are right or wrong, as long as she doesn't look good, she always has to eat her two books or two big slaps, not only for boys, but also for girls, slowly, her shadow is loaded into our horrible hearts, and sometimes we don't even want to look at her more.

Teachers in the countryside are always unprofessional, and most of them go home after graduating from high school and not being admitted to college. Because the countryside is too backward, many teachers are reluctant to come, and when forced to do so, the village chief often finds someone with higher education to substitute for the teacher. And our math teacher is one of them, and even the principal, I heard that he is only a high school graduate, because there is no suitable person here. If I had a choice, no one would choose the countryside, including me, who also longed for the life of a city person, but I had no choice

Slowly, the time entered the winter season, and it also began the long vacation I had been waiting for.

Before leaving, Huang Wei asked me to come to his house as a guest, and when I went to his house, I didn't see his father, and the bright iron lock in the main hall was full of dust. Huang Wei told me that no one had touched the door for about half a year, and that he only slept in his bedroom when he came back, and his father rarely came home.

In fact, I have long heard that Huang Wei's mother died at an early age, it was cancer, and his father basically collapsed at that time, and since then he has been in a slump, also because he has brought influence to Huang Wei, Huang Wei is like a wild child, no one to raise him.

Huang Wei took out some peaches, plums and walnuts for me to eat, and gave me a big bag for me to pick more and take them back. I know that he usually lives on this, and sometimes he cooks some food, so what kind of housework can Huang Wei do, maybe not only Huang Wei, but in the countryside, six or seven-year-old children may be the bearers of housework, including me.

He loves knives the most, so he can always see some worn-out knives in his bedroom, many of which were picked up at the scrap metal station and come in various shapes.

Huang Wei told me that he likes to catch mice, then put them in his bedroom, close the door, and chase them with these knives. When I am alone, I always feel that the time is so long, I can't help but find some fun to waste my time, Huang Wei also said.

There is a pattern pasted on the head of his bed, which depicts a man holding a long knife and walking alone on his long head, I don't know the person in the painting, I just thought this person was cool at the time, no wonder Huang Wei likes to collect knives.

After noon, the two of us didn't talk much, and many times we just visited some of Huang Wei's usual habits without words.

"You go to the scrap yard to get these knives, it's free?" I asked.

"Ha no, no, I stole it, it's funny to say, the old man is afraid of me, every time I pass by his house, I always drag me with strange eyes", Huang Wei said with a smile.

"Hey," I laughed cooperatively.

Although we didn't talk very happily, it was also a sincere friendship with each other, the purest friendship, if you are good to me, I will be good to you, there is no impurity, there is no purpose.

I remember that day, Huang Wei took me to steal the neighbor's spring pear, but I just stood at the door to let out the wind, and did not go to the tree. I know that this is a part of his life, and it is also a necessary part, so there is an old saying in the countryside: chickens are not afraid of death when they are hungry, and people are shameless when they are hungry. So Hei Wei has become a ruffian in the village, and everyone hates him as a ruffian.

After that, I went home.