The wound on Lichun's face recovered quickly, and after a winter vacation, there were seams the size of a small mung bean and a fingernail on the left side of his face near his lips. It's not obvious from a distance, and if you laugh, you will have a dimple. His mother joked that he had a dimple because of a blessing in disguise, which was pretty good. Lichun looked in the mirror and pouted, it was indeed not bad, artificial dimples. Touching the scars on his face with his hand, the piece was still wooden, and he didn't feel anything.

When he was in the second grade, Lichun already had a lot of literacy, and his father subscribed to several books for him, "Selected Essays", "Selected Literature and Art", and "Story King". These books are really not enough for him to read, and he can finish them in two or three days at most. The study desk was a two-meter-high, three-story writing desk, and he had already secretly looked at many books on it. There are treasures there, and his father also likes to read books, what "Five Thousand Years Up and Down", "Mengxi Writings", "The Complete Works of Lu Xun" and "Three Hundred Tang Poems" that he memorized when he was two or three years old, but he doesn't remember how much he memorized that book, and there will be more than a dozen poems when he opens it, although he doesn't recognize many words, but Xinhua Dictionary or anything is nothing.

He likes to be quiet, and he can sit there and read a book silently for a day. If it's a girl, it's okay, but the male baby, looking at the neighbor's child next door, can't wait to go to the house to uncover the tiles, his father is a little worried. At this time, his mother heard the news that the football team of the junior sports school was recruiting recently, and several boys in the Lichun class had entered. His mother's eyes are a little hot, and when he sees that other people's babies can go, his heart is like a cat scratching. I asked the parents of my classmates where the coach's house lived, so I took the malt milk essence at home and the wine that had not been drunk for the New Year to find the coach, and this gift was really done. After all, sports were not attached importance to in that era, the living conditions of every household had just improved, and the common people could be fed and clothed. Lichun's father is happy, and his son can also skin it, and his muscles and bones are very good under sports activities.

At this time, Lichun has something to do every afternoon after school, and learns to juggle the ball with the coach on the school playground every day. But it's like playing, I don't know why I'm learning, and when I get home on the first day, my mother asks what I'm learning, and he just compares what he learned that day. But the superfluous communication is gone. Lichun didn't know that he had to communicate with his parents every day, and his parents didn't feel the need to say anything to him, just give him food and drink every day, and don't get into trouble.

Spring flowers are blooming, all kinds of flowers exude a fragrance, and you can smell different flavors when you smell them carefully, which is very suitable for going out. And Lichun got out of school today, unusually not as quiet as before, but ran home excitedly, and the boss shouted from afar: "Mom, open the door quickly." I am back. "Why is it so early today?" Mom was cooking and didn't look up. "Mom, tomorrow is going to be a spring outing, and the teacher said that I would prepare food and take it to the place where I went on a spring outing to eat." Lichun understands that spring outing is to bring delicious food out to eat, which is very good. "Oh, got it." At night, Lichun was very excited, thinking about what delicious food his mother would bring him, what the spring outing was like, and he didn't fall asleep until one or two o'clock.

It's a pity that the sky is not beautiful, this stone town is rare to rain all year round, but it rained the next day. "Mom, I want a spring outing, bring something delicious." Lichun happily told his mother. "If you don't have a spring outing today, how can you go on a spring outing on a rainy day." Mom was busy with breakfast and said perfunctorily. "The teacher said that the spring outing, I want to go on a spring outing." Lichun was in a hurry, and the teacher said that he was going on a spring outing, so why didn't he go. Lichun's mother ignored him and urged him to hurry up and eat and go to school. Now Lichun is in a hurry, "I want a spring outing, I want a spring outing." "Now it's time to light a cannon battle, Lichun's mother has never been the same, and Lichun will never talk back. A slap suddenly hit the head: "I said that I won't go on a spring outing, and I still talk back." Hurry up and go to school. If you want a spring outing, go by yourself, and don't come back if you go. Lichun was stupid and frightened on the spot, and he was silent. On weekdays, I am used to beating and scolding, Lichun is very afraid of my mother, but my mother said that he would not come back if he went on a spring outing, is it true? I went to school with my head down and my schoolbag on my back. As I walked on the road, I thought, I won't go home today, my mother said that I won't come back if I go on a spring outing, so I won't go back, and I won't go back in this life. "It's fun to think about it. Jumping on the ground, it's okay to kick the rock next to him a few times, he learned to play football.

When I arrived at school, I really didn't have a spring outing, and I still went to class. It's very disappointing, the teacher doesn't talk much, what's wrong with the rain, can't you eat with an umbrella and don't get in the way, Lichun thought angrily. After school at noon, Lichun followed his classmate to his house and said that he would not go back, and his classmate asked him why, and he said that his mother would not let him go home, and he was outside from then on. At that time, Lichun felt very happy, he had never been so happy, and he felt that he was very powerful. It's a pity that the happiness is only for a while. Dad found his classmates, and Lichun couldn't figure out how he found him so quickly, (he didn't want to think that his classmates were a few steps away from his home, and his classmates' parents were still in the same unit as his father, so could he not be fast.) I haven't eaten yet, but my ass has just sat on the stool, and I haven't warmed it yet. Reluctantly, he also pulled his classmate's clothes, hoping to let him stay by himself. Dad thanked the parents of his classmates and said that he had caused trouble to his family. I hurried home with Lichun. The escape was over in just a few minutes.

Lichun feels nothing when he gets home, so go home and go home. It's a pity that it's not that beautiful. Mom picked up the bamboo pole and pumped it at Lichun: "Your wings have grown stiff, right, do you know that you have run away?" If you escape, don't come back. "Lichun has never been beaten like this, and at most he is usually punished by pulling his ears and slapping him to kneel or something. It really hurts to smoke on his body, and he desperately wants his dad to help persuade his mother, but unfortunately his hope is in vain, and his dad doesn't know where to run for a long time. His mother opened the bow left and right, and he jumped up and down and ran everywhere. The bamboo pole is long, where can you escape, the more you escape, the more ruthless it is. Lichun feels that time flies really slowly, his mother is endlessly scolding, endlessly beating, and summing up in one sentence: admit your mistakes, you can't talk back in the future, what the says is what, and you can't run away. Finally ended the fight. Lichun is finally smarter, as long as he makes a mistake, admit his mistake quickly, and he will be beaten less. Well, I'm so smart.

I was beaten, my body was bruised and purple, and my face was bruised and purple, and everyone was playing in shorts during football training the next day. Lichun was very hesitant and embarrassed to drag his trousers. The scars on both legs are too embarrassing, and the scars on the face can be said to have been accidentally hit. As soon as I saw it on my legs, I knew that I had been beaten. But there was no way to take off his pants, but fortunately, the coach and classmates didn't ask, at most they looked at him twice, and the classmates lowered their heads and laughed at him. He was finally relieved, and he felt that it was not a good taste, and his mother beat him really hard this time, and it really made him unforgettable.