I woke up a few times on the way this night, but it was dark all around, and I wanted to hurry up to dawn because I was really afraid, but I also hoped that the night would be longer, because I was afraid of the gentleman. I woke up in a turbidity, fell asleep in a turbidity, and finally it was dawn. Looking at the hands again, the red marks have turned dark purple, but I feel that the fists are not clenched, swollen, and the joints are still slightly painful. After relieving himself, he got up and turned around, and saw that there was a rattan bed, a square table, two benches, a large basket in the corner, a bucket in the frame, a gourd scoop in the bucket, and some small rakes, a roll of coarse white cloth, and a broom. Walking out of the courtyard of the small bamboo house, the peach petals fell a lot, and I walked around alone, feeling that the academy was not very big, and I sat on the stone bench under the peach tree for a long time.

Suddenly, I heard a shout outside the door: "From the academy, come out and get food." ”

I walked quickly to the door, pulled open the long latch, half-opened a door, and before I could see anyone, I saw a single-layer food box pass through the crack in the door.

"It's new, and then, it's rice porridge inside, hold it steady, don't spill it."

The one who walked in was a girl who looked a little older than me, and I followed behind me with a food box, and she seemed to be familiar with the academy, so she walked straight to the small stone table and sat down.

"Come sit down and eat, and tell me about things outside the city, I haven't been out of the city for a long time." I didn't dare to make a sound, I didn't dare to open the food box to eat the contents, I just stood there with my head down.

"You're so timid, come and sit down, do you know what you're doing here? Who sent you? ”

As she spoke, she pulled me to sit down, and she opened the box and took out a bowl of porridge with a big face, and pushed it in front of me on the stone table.

"My mother sent me to study."

"Reading? Hey, all the people who live here are to be scholars for the children of rich families, just look at what you wear, why didn't your mother tell you before she brought you? ”

There was a hint of pity on her face, more of a habit. I stopped talking, picked up the porridge bowl, it was very hot, very hot, but at this time I seemed to have lost all my sense of touch, come on, burn it, there is nothing more painful than my heart, I gulped down, and the rice grains were like knives, cutting through my throat and piercing my heart.

"Slow down, slow down, no matter how hungry you are, you can't eat like this!"

She snatched the porridge bowl.

"Where is your home?"

I looked up, my gaze nailed into her eyes like nails.

"I don't have a home."

"And where do you live with your family?"

"I don't have a family now."

After saying that, my darea eyes were darkened by tears, and I slowly lowered my head and picked up the porridge bowl again, swallowing it into my mouth like a pile of coals burning in my throat, leaving tears that flowed to my ears.

"Alright, don't go crazy, calm down, there's nothing good to eat here. Mr. Pan will come after a while, my name is Lingzhi, don't be too sad, just get used to it, I have to leave quickly, you are so self-conscious. ”

She spoke in a hurry, hurriedly closed the door, and ran away with the food box. From that moment on, I finally knew that my mother had sent me with guilt in her eyes, not reluctance. The body was heavy, as if every step the shoe would sink into the dirt and fall into the abyss.

There is a small well next to the bamboo house, I went into the house and took a bucket scoop, shook half a bucket of water and washed my face, after the things were put back in place, I sat down on the rattan bed of the bamboo house, I didn't know what I should do and what I shouldn't do, but I knew that there was no point in crying now, so I was stunned to remember what Mr. and Peony said to me, and suddenly remembered the word cleaning, I stood up and sat down again, because I didn't know where to clean, and I was afraid that I would be beaten again if I made a mistake, so I went out, stood under the tree and waited, and it happened that a peach blossom fell in front of my eyes, Stretched out my hand to catch it, and saw the yellow stamens reminded me of the one I met when I came yesterday, and the only little momentary beautiful tranquility was startled by the sound of the door being pushed suddenly, I ran to the door quickly with the flowers, and met Mr. Pan as soon as I entered the hall with the foot table.

"What are you doing, hurry up and clean up the library, look at the ink spots on the table, wipe it quickly. The flowers in the back are watered and swept away by fallen leaves. When the students come, you sit quietly in the back, and you don't make a sound. ”

I followed the old gentleman's instructions, and worked as carefully as I could, and I didn't dare to slack off. Strange to say, I have suddenly become very fond of tidying up the yard, probably because when I do one thing carefully, I can forget about everything else, even forget myself, and I don't have to think about anything. Before the flowers could be watered, my husband waved his hand at me and pointed to the corner of the back wall of the school, I nodded, and ran to the back feet, which were far from the bottom tables, and I sat there and waited.

After a long time, students came in one after another, all of them in a hurry, and several of them almost slipped when they entered the door. I watched one after another run in, this time they didn't look at me, I guess they all came too late, I was afraid of being punished. The gentleman stood motionless in front until the whole school was quiet, and then he began to read the poem. From not quiet to nothing, it's been a really long time, maybe it's really not quiet, or maybe Mr. has too high requirements for quiet. At first, I listened carefully to the poems, the kind of people who were full of interest, but I couldn't understand them, I thought that learning poetry was the same as learning to weave straw sandals, but now it seems that it is not. I quietly looked at everyone in front of me, from the clothes to the pen and ink they used, everyone could look at each one for a long time, and a few students were still asleep, but the old gentleman didn't care at all, and he didn't ask. Sitting for too long, my butt hurt, and I turned to the yard with my head on my knees. After a while, my ears suddenly cooled, I grabbed my hand, thinking it was the dew blown in by the wind, but it turned out to be black and black, it was ink, and I looked ahead, my husband was no longer in the school, and the students were writing something in a hurry, and no one looked back, and I didn't know where the ink came from. I had to keep my head down and rub my ears. Eh! Again, this time the right side of my face and neck were cold, and when I looked up, I saw that a student actually threw ink at me with a brush again!

"What are you doing!"

I questioned him loudly.

"I didn't do anything, I'll play with you."

I didn't say any more, and then I sat down and tilted my head to the side, trying to ignore him, but he threw the pen at me again.

"Is it fun? Yes? Is it fun? ”

"What are you doing! I've got my new clothes dirty from you! ”

"Ouch, you slut! Dare to speak with me! I'm kind enough to play with you, and you still blame me! Do you know who my father is? ”

I will remember his tone and his face for the rest of my life. Saying that, a few boys came to me with an inkstone, and splashed it on my head in front of me, they splashed, and the students behind laughed, and I gritted my teeth and buried my head, and then the gentleman happened to come in, followed by a small man wearing a hat, and when he saw this scene in the hall, he knocked on the table with a paper fan.

"Be quiet, sit down. Miss, please sit down at the stone table in the courtyard and listen. ”

"Yes, Mr. Xie."

She was quiet. When I saw the purse around her waist, I knew that she was the girl who smiled at me yesterday.

"Shao Qi, go out."

"Yes, sir."

The old gentleman didn't ask me how I got my dark face, nor did he ask what the other students were laughing at. I walked angrily to the hut, and they continued to recite the poems of their saints. After walking a few steps, just past the small stone table, she lifted half of the curtain and smiled at me.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?"

I didn't dare to answer, I lowered my head and quickened my pace, because half of my face and neck were black.

Entering the bamboo house, I hurriedly turned out another set of yellow new clothes, hey, I guess I was in a hurry to go back to find her, my hands were still black, I went to grab the new clothes, the cuffs were blackened by me a little, I didn't have time to be annoyed, and hurriedly went to the well next to the bamboo house to shake the bucket of water, the hair rope was pulled, and I plunged into the bucket, which made my head hurt. The dirty clothes were stuffed under the small bamboo bed, and my hair would not be tied, so I put my hands on the back of my head, and walked to the stone table with a cloth rope in a ponytail at will. When she saw me coming, she looked at me for a moment, and then I lowered my head and walked straight to the peach tree and squatted with my back to her. She didn't say anything more, and I didn't dare to look back, my heart was very calm at this time, and I listened carefully to the poems read by the old gentleman. Squatting against a tree, after a long time, my feet will slide down, and my butt will hit the ground, so in order not to get my pants dirty, I will string it up if it's okay.

There was no pen and paper on the stone table, and I couldn't guess what she was doing, so I glanced back. She was blowing peach petals on the stone table. The veil on the hat was blown open by her, and her face was very thin. I watched for a long time, and my ears could no longer hear the sound in the school, all the chaos had nothing to do with me, except for her in the field of vision, from time to time the petals that were withering, and now I think back, maybe it was the most comfortable moment of my childhood. She was no longer blowing her hat, and the petals were no longer falling, and she was fixed there through the veil, and I looked down at my feet for a long time, until only myself and Mr. were left in the academy. Then Mr. also left, since that long time has not spoken to Mr., more of Lingzhi sister, two meals a day, she personally delivered, and also taught me some yard cleaning order, I once asked her what a scholar is, she replied that most of the boys follow their young master to learn literature and martial arts, and protect the master's family when they grow up. I also asked about the identity of the young lady, but she didn't know. I spent four or five years in this chaos, during which I did not take a step in the academy, and she listened to it during the day. At night, I often sit opposite her during the day, and I also learn from her to blow the peach petals on the Zhuo. I didn't remember a word of the poem, only to see that the veil of her hat was getting longer and longer, and the bamboo house behind her was getting more and more yellow day by day. I am like the bamboo of the bamboo house, as if it has lost its vitality, as if it is just a tool, as if it has been drained of my soul, as if I can only rely on the tenacity in your bones.

Pick three or four forests, pacing hundreds of homes, no good mountain for you to live, poor wine for you to drink, with the sun and the moon, even the north and south, wind and rain, cold and warm, do not forget the original heart, know the flowers and flowers.