The past is like the wind.

A thin shadow in a window, half a roll of plain paper, raise your hand and put down the pen, time is getting farther away.

In just four words, eight years have passed.

Over the years, the window of the Xuan has been thin, the pen is thin, and the slightest smoke and rain are sprinkled between the eyebrows, and the years are gentle.

The shallow words are linked to the heart, like the petals of a flower falling in the wind, gentle and poignant.

That's it, a stream of clouds lightly combed.

Let the flowers and plants be fragrant, let the years walk, you see, the rain falls like your walk: not deliberate, not obsessed, the slight wave spreads, from morning and dusk to eternity.

And he, gazing in Tang and Song poems, in the ink and blue, watched a sudden heavy rain, dyeing the entire summer......

In the blurred vision, I suddenly remembered the melancholy summer, and the sudden unbelievable news.

Yes, absolutely unbelievable.

Now, thinking about it, I still feel panicked, but who can influence the spread of that news? Who would let that news go missing?

He was just a child, an ignorant teenager whose fate was never in his own hands.

He can't, and neither can Mr. Zhang.

Neither can parents.

That's the red-headed document issued by the Jingyun City Education Bureau!

A fluttering piece of paper ruined all his dreams.

His efforts of two years and four months were shattered in an instant, turned into powder, and went down the drain.

How is a song sung? My heart hurts so much that I can't breathe!

But he did not weep, for when the heart was bleeding, it could not shed tears.

Is that what he feels like?

He himself didn't know.

All he knew was that after that, everything changed.

Later, Lailai held his bleeding thumb and cried in panic, what should I do? What should I do?

He blinked, raised his hand suddenly, and looked at the thumb that was being held, and a thin layer of skin had been cut off and pulled down the belly of the thumb.

Looking at the layer of skin that had been cut off, the blood beads were still gushing out, oozing out drop by drop, dripping down the slippery table, dripping onto the green onion in front of him.

Looking at his bloody thumb, he blinked, and unexpectedly, he didn't feel any pain.

Okay, what about the ten fingers with the heart?

Or did you come here, I didn't care just now, and I broke the chili oil and splashed it on his hands?

He withdrew his hand and put it in front of his eyes to look at it, as if it wasn't chili oil?

Like, it's really hurt.

Liu Ruixuan blinked, raised his hand to wipe his face, walked to the house abruptly, took out a piece of long gauze from the needlework basket that his mother usually used, and walked out with a ball of thread.

He remembered that in the past, when he didn't want to touch him, his mother would wrap him with gauze, and there was nothing wrong with doing so.

He took the gauze and put it on his left hand, the cloth was too big to be cut.

Actually, it's okay not to cut it, he thought about it, let's cut it.

Mother kept telling him and Xiuxiu to save.

It is easy for the mother to go from thrift to luxury, and it is difficult to go from luxury to thrift.

What's more, they are also just a home for food and clothing.

He came out of the house, walked up to Lailai, and helped him cut a little gauze and then wrap it around his thumb and tie it tightly with wool.

Is that okay?

Hu Lai was stunned, looked at the thumb that was dripping blood, and looked at Teacher Zhang again.

"I'll do it." Teacher Zhang walked over, put the black briefcase in his hand on the bamboo chair where Hu Lai was originally sitting, and carefully looked at Liu Ruixuan's bleeding thumb, "It's okay, it's not heavy." ”

finished, looked at Hu Lai, "What are you crying about?" Just cut off a little skin, not the meat, go to the house to find out, there are no white hemostatic pills. ”

"I'll go myself. I don't know. Liu Ruixuan glanced up at Teacher Zhang, then at Hu Lai, turned around and walked towards the house.

After taking two steps, I was suddenly stunned, what is Mr. Zhang looking for?

Hu Lai on the side hurriedly followed, "Rui, I'll help you find white hemostatic pills together." ”

Liu Ruixuan didn't look back or respond, he walked to the cabinet in the room like a mechanical one, opened one of the drawers, and opened it.

I found several plates of white pills, looked left and right, and I didn't know which one it was, so I took them all out.

"I'll get it." Hu Lai took it, pulled Liu Ruixuan and walked out, "Teacher Zhang, I found it." ”

Teacher Zhang took it and looked left and right, took one of the plates, quickly pinched the wrapped aluminum box with his fingers, took a piece, looked left and right, pulled the gauze in Hu Lai's hand, put it on the table, and put the pills over.

He took the catch on the board, crushed the pill into a fine powder with force, glanced at Liu Ruixuan's hand, and cut off the gauze with a cut.

Then, he shook Liu Ruixuan's hand very heartily, gently helped the thin layer of skin that had slipped off with the corner of the gauze, and then pressed the gauze and the medicine powder very carefully on the wound, and wrapped the gauze twice, and then gently pressed it with his fingers.

"Teacher Zhang, line." Hu Lai hurriedly handed over the ball of wool.

Seeing Mr. Zhang's eyes, he was stunned for a moment, thought about it, pulled some off, put it in his mouth and bit it with his teeth, bit down a large section, and handed it to Mr. Zhang.

"No need." Teacher Zhang waved his hand and sighed softly, "Just press it for a while, you don't need to tie it." ”

"Rui, didn't you just tie it?" Hu Lai glanced at Liu Ruixuan, and then turned to Teacher Zhang, with tears in his eyes, but he couldn't bear to fall down.

Liu Ruixuan raised his eyes blankly and looked at Teacher Zhang.

You really don't need to tie it.

He still doesn't feel any pain.

"You really don't need to tie it?" Hu asked again, "I saw that when my mother wrapped my legs before, she had to tie them." ”

"Huh?" Teacher Zhang snorted and looked at Hu, "Where are you injured?" When was this? ”

"Me?" Hu Lai stopped talking, thought about it, and lowered his head, "That was two or three years ago." ”

"Oh." Teacher Zhang responded, "It's all over, it's not what it used to be, what's more, it's summer now, the bag is not breathable, it's not good for the wound, only a thin layer of skin is injured, apply some medicine, stop the bleeding, it's fine." ”

"Oh." Hu Lai answered, looked at Teacher Zhang, and suddenly found that Teacher Zhang, who he used to look up, was now looking down, to be exact, a little down.

He's 1.2 meters old.

Rui is also 1.7 meters.

However, Mr. Zhang is still the most respected teacher in their hearts.

The shoe is on the other foot.

yes.

Hu Lai replied softly in his heart, three or four years ago, he was always supported.

Now, it is his unassuming father who is being supported by his grandson.

Thanks to my cousin.

It's just that thinking of his cousin, Hu Lai's nose couldn't help but sour, and he looked at Liu Ruixuan.

It's just that my cousin has no news three years ago.

Now, I don't know, where.

That distant Jingyun, that Jingyun that is a hundred kilometers away from their Liujia Village, why, is it so far away?

A burst of sadness suddenly rose in my heart.

Rui and his dreams were left behind this summer, and the fallen leaves left the whole world barren.

Why is this so?

They just want to see their cousin again, why, if they want to see each other, it's so difficult?

Hu Lai turned his head away, his eyes were slightly moist.

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