Chapter 2: Gunshots in the middle of the night
The old man looked at his grandson, smiled, and waved his hand. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info
"You kid, don't make an example, otherwise you can't even talk to your grandmother?"
Ye Chunlei smiled, learned from Old Man Ye's way of studying, and walked out of the hut, which immediately caused a group of children to laugh.
Old Man Ye was helpless, and glared at a group of little people behind him: "Punish you for writing a hundred big characters." ”
When the children heard this, they immediately wilted, and watched Old Man Ye walk into the school slowly, and made a grimace one after another.
Ye Chunlei walked out of the courtyard and glanced up at the wooden plaque on the courtyard gate "Awakening Grass Hall", he naturally knew the meaning of this word, which roughly meant "a lesson from the past, a teacher of the future".
But whenever Grandpa asked him, this answer was just exchanged for a sigh from Old Man Ye.
Ye Chunlei didn't know what Old Man Ye meant, but he always felt that Old Man Ye had been playing dumb riddles with him again, and asked his grandmother, but grandma just smiled and said: "Your grandfather, I once participated in the bus to study, although I was just a follower, a little broken talent, what kind of big one?" ”
In this era, especially in the Yangshan set, the concept of male superiority and female inferiority is still very heavy, but Ye Chunlei looked at his grandfather's expression when he saw his grandmother, and he really doubted how his grandfather chose grandma in the first place.
Xingyan thatched cottage is in the middle of the village, not far from the courtyard where Ye Chunlei lives, and he trotted in one breath, and what caught his eye was a two-hundred-square-meter mud house, with a plane tree planted in the courtyard, and a small piece of bamboo, in the courtyard, an old woman in her sixties was holding a small basin, cooing and feeding the chickens and ducks in the courtyard.
"Grandma, I'm back, I'll feed it!"
Ye Chunlei very neatly climbed over the gate made of branches and ran towards his grandmother not far away.
"You said you, skipping class again, right, you're twelve years old this year, four or five years older than the children in that school, why don't you understand anything at all, you really want to be angry with that old immortal?"
This old woman is Ye Chunlei's grandmother, a native of JY County, surnamed Wang Mingyue, kind, very respected by the neighbors, although the years have erased the youth, but still left the beauty of youth on the body of this old woman, but judging from the outline of that face, she must have been a big beauty when she was young.
Ye Chunlei took the small basin with a smile, sprinkled the wheat bran one by one and said, "Grandma, I want to learn martial arts?" ”
Old Madam Ye looked at Ye Chunlei, who was big-handed and big-footed, her face became a little nervous, and then she immediately relaxed and said: "No, I taught you to practice basic skills, and my ears are almost smoothed out by the old man, you still want to learn martial arts, I just teach you those basic skills and boxing skills, just strengthen your body, good boy!" ”
When Ye Chunlei heard this, he had soaked his grandmother for so long, but he still didn't let his grandmother agree, so he was very unhappy, put down the small basin, and walked to his room.
Old Madam Ye looked at her sulky grandson, shook her head, looked at the path to the south, and said, "It's not good to learn martial arts!" ”
When the sun set, when night came, Ye Chunlei was awakened by a gentle voice in his sleep.
"You stinky boy, how old are you, you will sulk, this life is good, when I was cooking the pot by myself, I suddenly found that my grandson was like there was no more, I was afraid, do you know, my good grandson."
Mrs. Ye actually had tears in her eyes as she spoke, this time Ye Chunlei was frightened, Ye Chunlei had never seen his grandmother like this, he was going to help his grandmother cook the pot, but this time it was good, he was angry, and he actually fell asleep on the bed.
"Grandma, don't cry, I'm wrong, can't I, I'll recite "Pujia" to you, listen, Pujia is pale, and the white dew is frost......"
Ye Chunlei's voice came out far away at night, and the old man Ye in the courtyard heard the voice, raised his eyebrows, and said secretly, could it be that this kid has changed his sex, and he is still working at night, it seems that the old man still doesn't have an old woman.
When the surrounding neighbors heard Ye Chunlei's recitation, they taught their children a lesson, and compared Ye Chunlei with their own children, which immediately made the children in the village secretly hate Ye Chunlei to death.
Ye Chunlei didn't know that he had set up so many enemies tonight, and helped his grandmother to come to the hall to eat, Old Man Ye walked over slowly with a big cigarette, where was there still the kind of faltering signs in the school.
"After eating, go to the stake!"
Old Man Ye released such a sentence, which immediately made Ye Chunlei wilt, glanced at his grandmother, and said resentfully: "It's better to learn martial arts." ”
"Humph!" Old Man Ye snorted coldly and said, "When can you kid lift the grinding disc in the yard for a quarter of an hour, I will let you go to learn martial arts." ”
Ye Chunlei rolled his eyes, and said that it was in vain, the two hundred catties of grinding disc allowed him to lift for a quarter of an hour, which was simply a fantasy.
Ye Chunlei had dinner with five divided by two, and went to the courtyard to stand on the pile, although the old man Ye has always resisted learning martial arts, but he has always let himself stand on the pile, there must be something greasy in this, the old man Ye has a rich collection of books, in addition to the four books and five classics and other literary classics, there are also miscellaneous biographies, martial arts boxing books and other books, among which Ye Chunlei has seen a boxing book of Bajiquan.
"It seems that his kung fu is not deep enough, this grandfather must be a master of the world, otherwise how can there be a Bajiquan boxing spectrum, but is this Bajiquan Shaolin Boxing and Taijiquan powerful?"
Ye Chunlei stood on the pile and slowly fell into his own whimsical world.
In the hall, Old Madam Ye looked at Ye Xuan and said, "Old man, why don't you follow your grandson's wishes, and keep suppressing it like this, isn't it?" ”
Old Man Ye took a deep breath and said, "Let me think about it again?" ”
Old Madam Ye didn't speak, just looked at Ye Chunlei in the courtyard and said with a smile: "If you want your child to grow up, you have to go your own way!" ”
Old Man Ye smiled and said, "This kid is still a little capable. ”
Bang! Bang! Bang!
With a burst of gunshots, the dogs in the village barked.
Ye Xuan and his wife stood up abruptly, walked to the courtyard, and listened to the gunshot, it seemed that there were still three or four miles away.
"Grandson, let me in, I don't have a good life today, I'll go out and take care of your grandma."
After Old Man Ye finished speaking, he walked towards the east end of the village.
"Grandpa, be careful!" Ye Chunlei glanced at his grandmother after speaking: "Grandma, is grandpa a hermit or not, like Zhuge Kongming's, or a hidden hero on the rivers and lakes, you usually know how to pretend, why is it so sharp now." ”
Old Madam Ye smiled and said, "Guess? ”
Ye Chunlei was helpless, grandma would always send herself away with such a sentence, but the more this happened, the more he felt that grandpa seemed to be very mysterious.
In this way, the gunshots continued, breaking the silence of the night, and at the same time arousing Ye Chunlei's unwilling to be lonely, put down the biography of the characters in the book, glanced at the grandmother in the house, saw that he was not paying attention to himself, and slowly stood up, and was about to slip away, when suddenly a voice broke Ye Chunlei's hope.
"Sit there obediently, don't move, read obediently!"
Ye Chunlei sat down helplessly and looked at his grandmother who was still sewing clothes.