Ryosheng, I'm sorry.

The ten yuan lost by the head teacher inexplicably made Liang Sheng's life in Weijiaping completely gray, he just repeated again and again, saying that the money was his own, but where it came from, he couldn't explain.

The wrinkles on my father's face seemed to be carved out of pain, and he shouted in a trembling voice, Liangsheng, come here.

Liang Sheng obediently walked in front of him, and his father bumped into Liang Sheng with all his strength, and he roared in pain, I didn't give birth to a son like you!

In this way, Liang Sheng and his disabled father lay in the yard together, at the feet of the head teacher. The head teacher was a little sneering and said a few words, children, you can educate slowly. Then he left.

I picked up Liangsheng, looked at my father who had fallen to the ground, and smiled coldly.

Liang Sheng hugged his father and cried.

At night, I was looking at the stars on the roof with Liang Sheng, and I asked him if the money was stolen?

Liang Sheng stretched out his hand, which was covered with layers of blisters. At that time, I learned that in order to allow me to participate in the spring outing, Liang Sheng would secretly go out every night, climb alone into the long-abandoned coal mine, dig out two loads of coal, and carry two loads of coal in the middle of the night, walk a long quiet mountain road, and rush to the morning market in the town to sell them. That's why I couldn't hear him breathing all those nights. And he was afraid that digging coal would be illegal, so he didn't dare to explain it to the teacher.

I carefully rubbed his hand and asked, does it still hurt?

He shook his head and said it didn't hurt.

I asked him, aren't you afraid that you are alone in an abandoned mine?

He nodded, saying he was afraid.

I rested my head on his shoulder, and under the starlight, the two of us sat side by side on the roof, our black heads like two tenacious mushrooms.

On the way out of school, due to the heavy rain, some shallow currents formed on the ground, and I walked carefully step by step. Ryosheng kept reminding me to be careful.

Bei Xiaowu said, Jiang Sheng, how do I remember when you waded through these puddles in the past, you were as happy as a big toad, when did the lady become the eighth king?

Actually, I don't want to hate Bei Xiaowu, it's just that he keeps scolding and scolding, and it's really hard for me to adapt. Just when I wanted to say something to Bei Xiaowu, I met He Manhou, who seemed to have just walked from the direction of my house, looked Liang Sheng up and down, and said Why can't I see that you will also steal east and west?

Bei Xiaowu said, you forgot that your ass hurts, right?

Bei Xiaowu's words made my stomach tumble and Haiti uncomfortable, so I pulled Liang Sheng and left. I said, brother, let's ignore him!

That night, I was undoubtedly terrified, my mother woke up in the middle of the night and suddenly coughed up blood, and the blood was widely blurred on the quilt, I wanted to cry out in horror, but my mother stopped me, her hand covered my mouth, and her fingertips were cold. She kept coughing and wheezing.

I suddenly remembered that He Manhou seemed to have come to our house yesterday, and I said, Mom, what is He Manhou doing here? Did he bully you again?

Mother calmed her breath and said, It's not early, Jiang Sheng, go to sleep.

From that day on, I began to rush to help my mother with housework and farm work, and I stubbornly believed that if I did a little more, she would lose a gray hair and be more healthy. But my mother wouldn't let me touch my hands, she was so stubborn that she wouldn't let me do any rough work. I don't know what she's fighting with. Or in her humble heart, the well-informed female reporter is a sharp knife that crushes her lowest requirements as a woman.

She doesn't want her daughter to repeat her mistakes, she'd rather crush herself than let me have the slender hands of a city girl to live proudly. She can't say that, but I can read it.

I am the only girl in Weijiaping who has never been on the ground, I am the only girl in Weijiaping who does not have a "red second group" on her face, and I am the only girl in Weijiaping who has slender hands and feet. And my mother is the most unhappy woman in Weijiaping. Even in her illness, she kept toiling, trying to forget the humiliation and hurt. Looking at her increasingly weak body, my heart was shattering.

In the morning I helped her carry the water, but she snatched the bucket stiffly, and she said, "It's not your job." The voice was cold and emotionless. I suddenly realized that I was probably going to lose her, and I never thought about how I would live without her.

I secretly hid under the wall and cried, and Xiao Mi was already an old cat at this time. I still call it Mi, and it's still at my feet when I'm sad.

Liang Sheng came back from carrying water outside, and when he saw me crying, he grabbed me and said, Jiang Sheng, why are you crying again? Whoever bullied you, you tell your brother.

I wouldn't look at him, I just cried.

Liang Sheng knew my thoughts, so he put down the water and comforted me in a low voice, Jiang Sheng, don't feel sorry for your mother, okay?

I slammed Liang Sheng's hand away, and I said, Liang Sheng, if it weren't for your mother, my mother wouldn't be like this! Whose son are you? Don't be so pretentious!

Liang Sheng was stunned to the side, he held the sour dates he had just picked in his hand, a small handful, and held it tightly in his hand. After a long time, he came to his senses, took my hand, put the sour dates in my hand, didn't say a word, and walked into the house with water.

The sour dates in my palm shone in the sun, stinging my eyes swelling, and I hugged my little mi, crying.

At this time, Bei Xiaowu entered the door, and as soon as he saw me like this, he shouted, Jiang Sheng, your cat is dead, are you crying like this?

I got angry and hit him with my fist, and a sour date popped out of my palm and fell to the ground.

Bei Xiaowu quickly picked it up, put it in his mouth, and said, Oh, grandma's ginger sheng, because of you little fox, I haven't eaten this thing for several years! Liang Sheng really got into the water in his brain, but he was able to carve words on each jujube branch, which was also his ability.

Bei Xiaowu's words made me sad, and the images of two years ago kept flashing in front of me - on the green space of the sour jujube bushes, the young man with beautiful eyebrows curled up and fell asleep, the dew soaked his thin clothes, sticking to his soft hair, he fell asleep tiredly, but there was a satisfied smile on his face. He carved on those brown branches with all his might: ginger sheng's sour jujube tree.

He said, from now on, these jujube trees are yours.

He also said that his brother can't let Jiang Sheng eat poached eggs and braised pork now, so you can't even eat sour dates.

I ran into the room, and Ryosheng stood in front of the water tank, his shoulders twitching silently. I grabbed the corner of Liangsheng's clothes tightly, and didn't say anything.

When I was left with only sorrow, we found that we had no choice but to work hard to leave this Wei Jiaping, which was burdened with too many gray memories. It seems that only by leaving Weijiaping can those boulders that lie across my heart disappear.

Liang Sheng and I had no choice but to embark on the road of studying hard, but at that time, Bei Xiaowu was relieved to fall because his father suddenly became rich a few years ago, and he didn't have to worry about no one paying for him.