The little pot lay on the bed, looking at the white mosquito net on his head, and couldn't sleep for a long time.

He slept on a small bamboo bed, temporarily placed in the corner of the professor's outer wall, and a mosquito net was supported at the four corners of the bamboo bed, which became all his personal space.

This life is changing so fast, so fast that I can't be dizzy. Xiao Guozi looked at a yellow stain on the top of the mosquito net, and felt that the past days were very unreal, originally he lived in a small village, thinking that in this life he would be like those uncles and uncles, in the land of Shannan Village, grow up slowly, and then do his part to be a farmer, cultivate a few acres of thin fields, raise a few pigs, or can also raise a cow, if you are lucky, you can get a show, then the whole family will feel honored. When he reaches the age of 16, his parents will give him a daughter-in-law, and he will have a few more babies in the future. The family is gone all of a sudden, the relatives are gone, everyone is dead, only his father who has been working outside all the year round is still there, this father is actually very strange to himself, he always stays at home for a short time, and then leaves, he doesn't know where he went, what he is doing, so now I can't find him. Later, he became a flower child, sleeping in the open air, starving, how many eyes and reprimands he suffered, he was almost desperate for a while, always afraid that one day, he would starve to death under the bridge or on the side of the road, or be bitten to death by those vicious dogs, beaten to death by bad people, he lived in fear every day, and could not see the future and hope. And now, he is lying on the bed in the academy and has become a small scholar, and the events of the past half a month have been twists and turns, and the excitement is more than the sum of his years. What does the future hold? Whether there will be more changes, I really don't dare to guess.

Who killed the people in the village, for revenge or for money? Are those people robbers? Or is it really the Japanese they guessed? Why can't the government find out so far, how did they come here, how did they run, so many belongings, how could no one see them take them away, could they really fly away? Is there really no clue at all? The little pot often remembered the damn fat man, his fingers cocked, like a blooming cockscomb, and the fat man smiled at him, but his eyes were full of cold killing intent.

I want revenge, I want to avenge my whole family, I want to avenge my whole village. The little pot swore secretly in his heart.

I don't know if it's because I slept in a new place, or because I thought about too many things, the little pot tossed and turned all night, couldn't sleep, and fell asleep in a daze when it was almost dawn.

Professor Zhang's home is in the county seat, and because the academy has regulations that prohibit family members, his wife and children did not come with him, and the academy was alone and alone, but it was also a relaxed and happy life. It's just that I'm used to stretching out my hands in the clothes at home, and I have to open my mouth for food, and I have to do everything myself after I get to the academy, and I'm not used to it, and I've long thought of inviting a little guy, but I always don't agree, and now I see the small pot, see that he is smart and clever, and he is literate, plus he is a little beggar, and he just did a good deed, so he gladly accepted it, but he really wanted this child to do how much, and he could pull a child on the right path with a gesture, so that he would not starve to death and freeze to death on the side of the road, isn't it also a merit?

In the morning, I got up at half past one o'clock as usual, and then went to the college path to move my hands and feet, played a set of five bird plays, and only after my body was slightly sweating did I turn around. I don't have to walk in a hurry today, because I ordered a small pot last night to let him buy breakfast at the end of the day, and the money will be put in the basket where he bought breakfast.

Professor Zhang had a smile on his face, greeting acquaintances all the way, and as soon as he stepped into the door of the dormitory, his smile suddenly froze, and the dining table was empty, and there was nothing. couldn't help but feel a wave of anger rushing to his head, and then looked at the bed of the small pot, and couldn't help but take a breath of "silk", and stood stunned on the spot.

I saw that the mosquito net on the bed was half collapsed, the two sides of the bamboo pole supported by the four corners were all folded, the small pot was lying on its stomach, hanging diagonally on the edge of the bed, the mosquito net was half of its buttocks, one foot was hanging on the ground, one foot was curled up on the bed, one hand was hanging to the ground, the other hand was climbing the head of the bed, and the head was tilted on the edge of the bed. When I got closer, I could see through the mosquito net that there was a long, shiny thing on the corner of the mouth of the small pot, which was soaked in the mosquito net, and it was wet.

This stinky boy can sleep so hard. Professor Zhang couldn't laugh or cry, so he deliberately wanted to scare him, took a step back, straightened his face, and shouted: "Little pot, it's three poles in the sun, and I can't get up yet." ”

The small pot that was spitting goldfish bubbles suddenly became excited, and his body shrank suddenly, and he heard a loud noise, click, and a few sounds, and the room was immediately in a mess.

The remaining two bamboo poles were also broken, the small pot rolled to the ground, the mosquito net wrapped him tightly, like a huge silkworm cocoon, the more urgent the small pot, the more unable to get out, he tried to stand up, he didn't want to stand up a little, he felt the mosquito net on his back pull, and the person stumbled to the ground, knocking the face plate to the ground, clanging and rolling all over the room, so shocked that the corners of the professor's mouth twitched.

Finally peeling the small pot out of the mosquito net, tired and sweaty, the professor leaned back in the chair and panted, his eyes showed a fierce light, staring at the small pot.

Xiao Guozi knew that he was in trouble, shrank his head, wrapped his clothes around his body, and whispered to the professor while wiping his eyes: "Sir, I'm sorry. ”

"Didn't I tell you yesterday that every hour, you have to prepare breakfast for me, what about today's breakfast?" The professor asked.

"Huh?! I, I'm going to buy it now. "The little pot came down with sweat all at once. I'm used to living alone, and I'm really not used to serving others.

"Forget it, hurry up and wash up, let's go out to eat. You can't do that tomorrow, you know. The professor said sternly.

"Got it." The little pot replied timidly.

After breakfast, Mr. went to class, the little pot was cleaning in the room, storing and tidying, busy with sweat, about an hour later, everything was cleaned up, the little pot sat on the chair, looking at the fruits of his labor, and his heart was full of pride.

It's still early, what should I do?

Reading? No, there will be time in the future, no hurry.

Shopping? If you don't know the place well, and you don't have any money in your hand, you won't go.

Hey, by the way, go find the little fat man, I must find him as soon as possible to make it clear about the big brother, even if he is in class, I can listen and wait outside the classroom, didn't Professor Zhang say it, I can audit.

That's it. The small pot jumped up and went straight to the teaching house.

In fact, there are not many teaching houses in the academy, only four or five, each of which is a large spacious house, so it is easy to find, the small pot sneaked to the front of the first teaching house, opened his head and looked at it for a long time, and did not find the fat man, most of them were adult students, the youngest was also in his 20s, there was a professor lecturing on it, shaking his head, subduing his voice, every word he said should be in the local dialect, but even together, he didn't understand a word, it was all about it, and it was like talking about the book of heaven. After listening to it for a long time, it was really boring, and everyone in the audience seemed to be intoxicated, but they really didn't know why, the little pot shook his head, and walked to the next church.

There were some children in the second schoolhouse, but the little fat man was still not found, so the little pot did not stop and went straight to the third school.

The small pot quietly leaned on the window of the classroom and looked in, and at a glance saw Professor Zhang holding a book of homework and waving it there, spitting and talking loudly, as if he was very angry. This professor, it seems that Si Swenwen, how can he have such a big anger, he got up in bed in the morning, he was angry, and he disciplined himself fiercely, and now he is so angry, it seems that he really needs to vent his anger, the little pot is secretly slandered, and he didn't dare to get too close, so he had to turn around and sit down under the window, and pricked up his ears to listen to what the professor said.

"You've been studying in the academy for several years, but you can't even write a complete article until now, where are you using your heart? Write out one by one gibberish, bullshit, and make it impossible for people to read. Liu Zhi, you say, what you write is called an article? Listen, everyone: we have to be filial, unfilial people are pigs, dogs, and pigs and dogs are not as good as ......, this is simply insulting, do you have a little literary talent, do you use the essay as a scolding street? …… And you, Cao Xiwen, why are you smiling so happily, can you write well? You see what you wrote: I tasted and heard, Yao Shun surrendered, filial piety first, well, this sentence is okay, it is reasonable, you look at the following: Xianlai Miru, Mo Wei is based on Shi, with etiquette and hypocrisy, and with teaching hypocrisy. What kind of mess is this, and what language is this? Professor Zhang snorted.

Xiao Guozi heard the professor talk about the name of the little fat man, and quickly went back to the window, looked in along the gap under the window, and really found that the little fat man was sitting at the professor's hand, and was pointed at his face by the professor with a book, he kept wiping the sweat on his head with his sleeve, and his face began to be full of fear.

"First, first, sir, this is good, it doesn't seem that I wrote it, why don't I remember writing this." The little fat man said tremblingly.

"You're still quibbling, don't you see if this isn't your homework?" The professor dropped his homework onto the fat man's desk. The surrounding students gloated and laughed one by one.

The little fat man trembled and picked up the homework book, opened it and looked at it, and couldn't help but feel sad: "Sir, I, I've been hacked......"