15.

Speaking of which, the teacher coughed, perhaps because he had just smoked. He finally found an enamel glass of water on the table, and I was a little distracted by the grunting of the shriveled neck.

He went on to tell me that after that day, he was seriously ill, and no doctor could diagnose what it was, only one sentence, it was a heart disease, and there was no cure. I know I shouldn't be like this, I know why there are no decent people in this poor little mountain village, there is only one reason, and that is poverty.

"Learning has a cost, the more difficult, the more specialized, the more advanced the learning, the higher the cost, I didn't think of this at the time, I just thought that maybe I shouldn't have this thought, I began to hate myself, why I should be sick. Being sick meant a loss of labor, but when I got sick one day, my limbs twitched, I felt nauseous, the world was spinning, and I felt my chest burn as vomit and sweat ran down my neck and into my collar.

'Let him go to school.' ’

My father, who smoked only a cigarette a day because of poverty, held his pipe and squatted on the threshold in the afterglow of the setting sun and looked at the hill where his eyes fell. It was a bald mountain, covered with gravel, and shimmering dimly under the rainbow glow.

The sun finally set, and I couldn't sleep for a long time in the middle of the night, feeling guilty and my heart beating wildly with excitement.

Eventually, my father would no longer crouch in the doorway with his pipe, his long pipe without a trace of salt in it, but still shining cleanly without a trace of dust. The pipe was on the wall, and the sun could not find it at any time of the day, and in the darkness I could not see the outline of the pipe, as if it had blended with the blackened wall.

Even so, my father's eyes sparkled as he stood in the same dark corner and looked at the pipe.

Again, although I couldn't see the pipe clearly, I had a strong feeling that it was there, looking at my father, looking at my mother, looking into my eyes.

After that, every day at sunset, I had another toy, which was a pen given to me by my classmates.

My language is extremely poor, but my math is much ahead of my age.

It's good that I can speak, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to get into junior high school again.

When I was in elementary school, it was the first semester of sixth grade, and even though I hadn't studied before, I refused to skip a grade. Finally, in a county-level competition in the elementary school category, I made the headlines of a small newspaper.

This became my travel fee to the junior high school in the county seat.

Then, as in a dream, I felt the unparalleled kindness of the world to me, and it was the first thing I sighed when I came out of that little mountain village.

Until I went to study in the United States.

I came back halfway through, and although I had made great progress in my research there, I could still feel the rage across the Pacific Ocean. It was the unconscious anger of almost all the people, and that anger seemed to have substance, dyeing my world all red.

The thing that happened at that time was the malice of the world that I had never felt.

Lord of the Flies

Read?

It was recommended reading for elementary school students in the United States. ”

With that, he took a hard puff of the cigarette in his hand, and coughed violently. As he inhaled deeply, the red spark grew wildly, shining instantaneously on the white smoke, then dimmed, and at the end of the inhalation, it was pressed directly into the white ashtray.

The red spark made the smoke shine to the limit, but after the peak, all it spit out was lonely gray embers. This white ashtray is finally stained by gray soot as I want to see, just like the teacher in front of me can hardly escape some worldly suffering.

Eventually, our conversation ended in the shadow of a sunset.

As if I was asleep, the sky was oppressive, and the magenta world was my melancholy alone.

☆

"I was very dissatisfied with the report last time, what is this case?"

President Du looked at the information I provided in front of my eyes, and then the white-haired senior I had seen before reached in, knocked on the door and made a sound to attract Senior Sister Du's attention, and Senior Sister Du put down my information like this, and then motioned for me to leave.

After leaving the student union, Li Xinmu was waiting at the door, and I felt a little healed when I saw her smile.

I'm a little tired these days, and I've spent too much on it from the first week of the event.

"Bell~"

"What is this?"

"Wormwood Daifu!"

Wait a minute.,Daifuku or something, I understand.,But shouldn't the most impressive thing in my mind be Strawberry Daifuku? Or a panda-like dessert? So what exactly is this Wormwood Daifuku? Although wormwood is indeed a herb that can be used in vegetables, I don't think it tastes too good.

Should it be for health?

"What, what?"

"Wormwood Daifuku, dayo~"

"Wait, what's it for?"

I subconsciously made a refusal to feel a hint of danger.,Or confirm it on the line.,Be careful about what others give, hey!

"That, it's said that it can be healthy or something, anyway, I must have the energy to eat it!"

It turns out that it's really a health food!

My body was even starting to react with discomfort, and the inexplicably transparent packaging revealed a black skin like a cake, and as I expected, one of them was the stuffing poisoned by wormwood. On top of this black hillock, it seems that a wolfberry is carefully placed on it, but this strange black and red combination is so terrifying the more you look at it!

"Ah~"

Li Xinmu handed this mysterious object to my mouth.

Whether I should eat or not, I was a little hesitant. But in the midst of this hesitation, I suddenly felt my mouth fill, and then something choked my tongue and probed deep into my throat.

Hmm! Cough!

When the intense nausea hit, I retched, and by the way, I felt particularly messy in my heart.

"Poof~"

It's too much, it's going to kill people! What if something happens?

But at this moment I tasted something else.

Actually, it's okay, this thing called Wormwood Daifuku.

It's completely a Qingtuan that has changed the filling, okay, smearing a layer of inexplicable powder on the outside, covering the original dark green skin even darker, and wormwood is actually mixed in the glutinous rice skin, the only thing that is not so good is the filling made of salted egg yolk and meat floss, not to mention, salty, carcinogenic!

Although my throat is still a little uncomfortable now, I still feel that it is no big deal when I see Li Xinmu's expectant eyes, and after struggling to respond with a smile, my glasses finally lost their balance during the strenuous activity just now, and slipped from the bridge of my nose to the middle of the person.

It's definitely funny, right, why, why is there such a strange thing every time, I really just want to look at Li Xinmu and laugh at each other!

But I still think life is fantastic, Li Xinmu's smile is like a blooming tulip, sunny and charming.

Can I smile like that?