This river, this lychee tree, and this village have left unforgettable memories for Huineng's young heart......

The father is the best teacher of initiation in the early years of his son.

When Huineng was just two years old, his father Lu Xingyao said to him earnestly: "Yadad's ancestral home is from Fanyang, Hebei, and our Fanyang Lu family, since Han Shangshu and Zhonglang put Lu Zhiqi, has always been one of the four prominent families in the Central Plains (Cui, Lu, Wang, and Xie). From the Three Kingdoms to the early Tang Dynasty, there were as many as 12 prime ministers alone. Your father is the thirteenth generation grandson of Lu Zhi, and like most of his ancestors, he learned and excelled, and he was selected as a court official and an official in Fanyang. When Yadad was two years old, your grandfather taught his father the "Three Character Classic", everything is inferior, only reading is high. ”

After Lu Xingyu finished teaching Huineng to the ancestors, he took out a thread-bound book from the bookcase and said, "Neng'er, you are also two years old, from today on, Ya Dad will start to teach you the "Three Character Classic".

During the day, Lu Xingyao went to the paddy fields to do farm work, and at night, he taught Huineng the "Three Character Classic".

A little sensible, Hui Neng saw that Ya Dad went out to work, Ya Niang was weaving in the house, and he was on the bluestone stairs in front of his house to read the book at the beginning, surnamed Benshan...... Practicing jumping in the first, second, and third levels, his mind is also jumping in the first, second, and third levels.

A sunny morning, the cold winter sunshine, shining on the beautiful plum tree in front of Huineng's house, the clusters of plum blossoms, the heart has a good heart, so gorgeous, so delicate, every plum blossom has raised a warm smile, every wisp of fragrance has opened a warm feeling, just like a deep plum blossom fairy, standing on the branch waiting for the young master.

As usual, Hui Neng opened the book and put it on the bluestone stairs, and began to repeat the homework that Daddy had taught him that night. Suddenly, a north wind blew and blew the books that lay on the stone slabs.

Huineng wanted to open the windblown book again, and at this time, a miracle happened: he could read the words and chapters in the book without reading it, and he could read it more freely and catchily! Just as he practiced triple jumping on the bluestone ladder, jumping from one artistic conception to another, from one realm to another new realm.

In this way, he doesn't need to read a sentence to know the essence of it, and he is familiar with it. When Daddy teaches a new lesson, he always asks him to memorize the text he taught last time. And he always recited without missing a word, creating a precedent of "no need to read books and leave no words".

It is the nature of children to love to play. Since Huineng discovered this secret, whenever Ya Dad went to work in the fields and Ya Niang was weaving in the house, he would sneak out and play with a few friends of the same age in the village.

Once, Huineng slipped to the river, and happened to see the shrimp climbing up the lychee tree by the river to dig a bird's nest and catch the bird that had not had time to fly away in the nest.

When the shrimp saw Huineng, he handed him the bird and said proudly, "I'm amazing, I caught the bird in the tree." ”

Huineng took the bird, let go of his hands, and let the bird go.

Seeing that Huineng deliberately let the bird go, Shrimp cried and asked Huineng to return the bird to him, and raised his fist, looking like he was going to fight. Shi Gou and Zihui also helped the shrimp talk on the side, and asked Huineng: Why did you let the bird go?!

Huineng said to them unhurriedly: "Have you ever thought that if you are captured by the bad guys, your father and mother will be very anxious and sad. "This principle is the same for the bird's mother!"

"In the same way, when the mother bird comes back and disappears the bird, she will definitely be anxious and sad ......" A series of words, it was so loud that the shrimp and other partners were stunned, how could these words rich in life philosophy come from the mouth of Huineng, who is the same age as himself?

Huineng's words were like a light of wisdom that illuminated the hearts of this group of friends. Shrimp glanced at Hui Neng in admiration, and he pursed his lips with a smile on his face.

When Huineng was six years old, his mother was weaving cloth at home and asked him to go to the field to pick some vegetables and come back. Huineng went out to the edge of the village and saw endless rape flowers blooming on both sides of the river, with a gentle breeze and yellow rape flowers rippling like the ocean. At the moment of the beautiful scenery, he forgot Ya Niang's words and walked towards the river.

The clear river, curved like a hook, flows around the village. Several white geese played freely in the water, and five or six village girls squatted by the river to wash their clothes.

The green grass by the river was full of their washed and colorful clothes, like a colorful auspicious cloud, gently descending on the earth. A little girl who is as pure as water is helping to dry her clothes while gently humming a mountain song: Mountains and streams are like bows and hooks. If the bow does not shoot the old arrows of the moon, if the hook does not hold the red hijab, it is clear and empty......

In the little girl's singing, Huineng walked to the bank of the river and washed her face with a handful of water.

The little girl who sings hums a little song and dries her clothes on the lawn. She walked barefoot on the green carpet-like lawn, as if dancing, and even the movement of her clothes drying clothes was a natural man's dance...... Suddenly, I heard her scream and fall to the ground with a bang. A venomous snake disappeared into the grass.

The little girl's white ankle was left with two deep, jet-black tooth marks. Another village girl, who was washing clothes by the stream, hurriedly ran to her.

Hui Neng, who was washing his face by the river, hesitated slightly, and also waded through the river and ran towards this side.

The village girl arrived first and asked the little girl who fell to the ground: "Xiaolan, what's wrong with you?" ”

The little girl who fell to the ground was called Li Lan, in fact, she was Huineng's neighbor and lived in the blue brick house in isolation, but Li Lan's father and mother usually disciplined their sisters very strictly, saying "Women's home, don't go out and show your face, so as not to cause trouble." So they were close to each other, but they didn't know each other.

Li Lan was already close to a coma, unable to speak, but pointed in the direction of her feet.

That village girl was Li Lan's fourth sister, Li Xiang, looked at her little sister's ankle, and exclaimed, "Ah, oh my God! Xiaolan was bitten by a poisonous snake! ”

"It's like being bitten by a seven-step snake! God, what can I do? Li Lan was frightened, only to call the heavens and the earth, crying and crying.

At this time, Huineng had also arrived. After he introduced himself, he picked up the clothes hanging on the grass and tore off a strand of cloth, tightly tied Xiaolan's feet and neck, and said to Li Xiang: "Quick, help her up, I'll carry her to the doctor." ”

A village girl dressed in green said, "There are no doctors in my village. ”

Huineng said: "Tulangzhong is also fine." Where is the Tulang who sees snake wounds? ”

The village girl pointed to a big mountain in the distance and said, "Over that mountain, there is an old man who collects medicine, and I heard that it is very good for snake wounds." ”

Another village girl said, "I'm afraid it's too late." This is a seven-step snake bite, and within half an hour, the poisonous gas will spread to the whole body, and if the poisonous gas attacks the heart, it will ......"

When Li Xiang heard this, she hugged Xiaolan and cried again, "Then, isn't my sister hopeless?" ”

Li Xiang hugged Xiaolan and cried.

Xiaolan's poisonous snake-bitten foot was already swollen, and the poisonous color of black was spreading from the wound to all sides. Huineng spun around, ran to the thorn bush by the river, broke a sharp thorn, cut a cross in her wound, and without hesitation, lay down and snorted with her mouth......

One bite, two bites, three bites...... The blood juice that Huineng spat out gradually turned red from the initial black, Xiaolan's feet slowly turned white from bruises, but Huineng herself was stained with snake venom, her mouth and tongue were swollen, and her face was dark.

Huineng found that the blood juice she sucked out was already bright red, and Xiaolan began to make a sound.

Huineng wanted to smile at the anxious Li Xiang to show that the poisoned Xiaolan was fine. But he couldn't laugh, so he threw himself to the ground and fainted......

Several village girls present shouted eagerly: "Huineng, Huineng, what's wrong with you?" Wake up! ”

No matter how they shook, Huineng didn't react, as if he was dead......