In the cornfield at the entrance of the courtyard, several people were digging potatoes in the mud and holding rusty sheep's horn hoes. This year, there was plenty of rain, potatoes were growing well, and people were smiling. The combination of sweat and smile is a picture of harvest joy.

Luo Yingchun sat under the huge ginkgo tree at the entrance of the courtyard, breathing in the fragrance of the air and crops after the rain, while watching the people work; Several gusts of wind blew one after another, and the remaining droplets of water fell, causing the leaves of the ginkgo tree to dance on the branches. This towering tree, green in spring, lush in summer, harvesting fruits in autumn, and flying leaves in winter, year after year, is like a tall warrior, watching over Lujiayuan.

Beneath the cornfield was a winding path that ran from one end of the bay to the other, and from one end to the other, until it winded down to the wide, white road. This end of the mountain bay is dotted with courtyard farmhouses.

Luo Yingchun looked at the corner of the path intently. In the days after Zhang Wanying's death, she always sat alone under the ginkgo tree, looking around the corner; She always fantasized that Zhang Wanying could suddenly appear there, and then wave to her from afar, her smile warm and powerful in the orange sunset......

"Hey! Are you waiting for your mother to come back? ”

A mocking voice came from the crowd, followed by a burst of laughter, a haphazard mockery with contempt and disdain.

If it had been before, she would have walked away with a pale face, and went to a no-man's corner and wept loudly; Now, she is accustomed to it, and is not afraid of ridicule and contempt.

"Are you the roundworm in my stomach? How else do you know what I'm thinking? ”

She gradually understood a truth, the more submissive, the more cautious and weak, the more humiliated.

The crowd burst into laughter again, only this time, it wasn't her who was laughing.

The man couldn't hold his face, he was annoyed and angry, and said humiliatingly with a hoe:

"Your mother went to the city to be an escort! I'm afraid never to come back! ”

The crowd burst into laughter again. Luo Yingchun only felt that the smile was extremely harsh, as if it had grown three heads, six arms and sharp fangs, and ran towards her with teeth and claws.

She didn't fight back, and it didn't help. Since Zhang Wanying's death, discrimination and bullying have been like flying sand and stones, all the time, like a shadow! If she is compared to the flower of the desert, then this place that nurtures her is an endless desert, and some ill-intentioned villagers are flying sand, rolling from one end of the sky to this end.

From the end of the corner gradually emerged a thin figure, in front of which was a huge sow with a thick hemp rope around her neck; It hummed and chirped as it walked, its low-hanging tits almost flush with the ground.

The sound of the sow humming and chirping passed through the corn forest from the path to Luo Yingchun's ears.

"Hey! Fang Hongyan! ”

Her eyes lit up and she happily waved towards the intersection.

Fang Hongyan greeted the faint sunlight, half-squinted his eyes and waved in response, his rough and dirty hands looked extremely abrupt in the mountains and forests.

She could hear Luo Yingchun's voice, they were classmates, and her home was halfway up the mountain diagonally opposite Lujiayuan.

Luo Yingchun galloped and rushed to the path, with a bright and warm smile.

"You're going to breed pigs again?" She said breathlessly; "You should call me when you go, I'll go with you!"

Fang Hongyan stopped, and the sow also stopped, standing in place, arching her nose and sniffing in the air.

"As soon as the rain stopped, I took it out!"

Fang Hongyan couldn't help laughing, she smiled, revealing her neat teeth and tooth gangs; The deep eyes scattered clear light, the speckled cheeks had the vicissitudes and melancholy that should not be at this age, and the forehead with saliva ringworm was covered with dandruff...... They cry out to the outside world about bullying and violence!

"Oh! How well deserved? Luo Yingchun asked with concern;

"It went well! When it gives birth to a piglet, it will have money to pay for his sister's tuition! ”

Fang Hongyan was relaxed when he said this, his dancing eyebrows were like willow leaves flying in spring, as if the problem had been solved in an instant.

Luo Yingchun's smile dissipated in an instant.

"Let's go! I'll accompany you home! ”

Fang Hongyan was pleasantly surprised; "Great!"

"You ......" Luo Yingchun wanted to speak and stopped;

"Me?" Fang Hongyan looked at Luo Yingchun's tightly knit brows;

Luo Yingchun simply expressed the worries in his heart:

"Are you going to go to junior high school?"

Fang Hongyan didn't make a sound, she lowered her eyebrows in embarrassment, staring at her tattered rough sandals; She also wanted to continue her studies and was eager to get a new pair of sandals.

"Your dad won't let you go to school?" Luo Yingchun asked.

Fang Hongyan's family is surrounded by four walls, his family is poor and white, and the only reliable income is the old sow in front of him.

"I don't read it! I want my sister to study, she is smarter than me, she is better than me, I want to earn money for her to study. ”

Fang Hongyan stared at the sow and replied, her voice was as small as a buzzing bee, and tears rolled in her eyes; She stared at the sow, as if staring at some uncertain hope.

Luo Yingchun felt that someone had splashed a basin of ice water on his back. She felt that her experience was insignificant compared to poor Fang Hongyan. Fang Hongyan has parents, but his father is incompetent, he drinks heavily all day long, and makes ends meet by doing odd jobs; Mother Youfu is crazy all day long, dressed up with bells and whistles, and it is difficult to figure out:

The bottom of the pot is used to draw eyebrows, lime is used as fat powder, and Shanglu fruit is used as lipstick...... The clothes she wears are also strangely shaped, sometimes she wears her underwear outside, sometimes she wears winter clothes and summer clothes, and sometimes she even wraps her lower body with a piece of flower cloth to use it as a flower skirt...... Whenever and wherever she was, ridicule and teasing followed, but she was addicted to it, but she didn't know it, others teased her, she grinned, or coaxed.

"What about yourself? You're only 14 years old! How do you make money? ”

Luo Yingchun frowned, at school, she had only a handful of friends, except for her good friend Huang Xinglan, Fang Hongyan was her second friend.

Fang Hongyan's face was embarrassed, she scratched the burn mark on her chin with her shriveled fingers, and a miserable white shadow appeared on the burn. It was caused by You Fu, she was not only a madman, but also a violent maniac, she launched a madness, and Fang Hongyan and her weak little sister were powerless to parry.

"There's no one for me to read!" She shook her head helplessly, pretending not to care, but the despair in her eyes revealed her true emotions. "My dad is incapable, you see, my mom is a madman, I have to take care of her."

Luo Yingchun didn't speak again, she understood Fang Hongyan's situation, she thought, Fang Hongyan was like a nestling lying on the edge of the nest, but the nest was built between the crooked neck trees on the cliff.

They laughed and chatted as they walked, from a funny teacher at school, to a sloppy male classmate in the class, to the quirky and eccentric principal's wife; The school's principal's wife is an aggressive middle-aged woman with a poker face all day long, and she will scold Huai at the slightest displeasure. She manages the cafeteria, but the sixth graders who board the boarding school are always underfed!

"Oh, at last I don't have to suffer from that old witch anymore!" Fang Hongyan said briskly; "Hmmm! However, the next level is about to suffer! ”

Luo Yingchun saw the funny scene of the principal's wife shaking her hands and spoons when she served the students dinner. It was a comical scene, but it was tinged with a piercing pain, and every time she thought about it, she felt a pang of hunger in her stomach.