On early summer evenings, the clouds are thick and the night is so quiet that it is frightening.

In a secluded courtyard in a small town, a two-story building is independent, dignified and elegant.

In the wee hours of the morning, the woman was still watching a drama in the living room, and she said while munching melon seeds.

"It's the middle of the night, don't worry about him, I'll talk about it during the day."

The man persuaded: "You said it was the middle of the night, if there was nothing important, would he come in the middle of the night?" ”

The woman hesitated: "Okay, you go open the door, but I have something to say first, it's better not to bother me." ”

The man opened first the door of the hall to the courtyard, and then the heavy iron gate in the courtyard.

The visitor did not speak, but walked straight into the house.

The evening breeze blew up the blood.

………………

The next day was the final exam of the semester, and Xiao Mo, a third-grade student, was still reviewing math questions under the lamp, and her mother, Zhu Mei, was a dedicated math teacher, and she believed in the concept of grinding guns in battle.

At the end of each term, she always asked Xiao Mo to sort out a few large pages of easy-to-make questions, and did it repeatedly until she never made any more mistakes.

Since Xiao Mo entered the third grade, he has not scored more than 80 points in Chinese, and the basic score is not a problem for Xiao Mo, but composition is his lifeline, and he gets stuck as soon as he writes an essay.

Teacher Zhu said: "Since composition is our lifeline, let's work on mathematics, and there must be one of them to get by." ”

Xiao Mo is good at mathematics, and he scores above 98 points in every exam.

Of course, it's not that he made a mistake, all the points deducted are the papers, because his papers are simply unsightly in the words of the head teacher.

Xiao Mo's handwriting is in the words of Teacher Zhu: "The footprints that the dog has crawled on are neater than the words you wrote." ”

To be honest, Xiao Mo also made up his mind to write well, but this hand claw claw has never listened to words, and as soon as he writes it, he has reached the peak of his life, free to play, and the words he writes can be described as a group of demons dancing.

Sometimes, he doesn't even know what he's writing about.

This night, after a big yawn, Xiao Mo's thoughts deserted, he was thinking, after the final exam, he went back to his grandmother's house in the countryside and the young sister next door Zhu Miaomiao went down to the river to fish, dig river mussels, and play wild things all over the mountain.

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he couldn't help laughing, it must have been refreshing.

His thoughts spread out and he fully imagined, imagining Zhu Miaomiao's big watery eyes, flickering at him and saying.

"Xiao is stupid, do you only know how to gouge? My rhubarb will come to two freestyles, and you are not as good as a dog. ”

Xiao Mo originally wanted to continue to use his imagination, imagining that there would be some possible interesting things between him and Zhu Miaomiao.

Teacher Zhu came in directly without knocking on the door.

"Mowazi, what's it like? Did you finish the review? I have a few classic questions to do. ”

A test paper was thrown in front of Xiao Mo.

Xiao Mo was not very happy: "Teacher Zhu, don't you know how to knock on the door?" Don't you recognize the two big words knocking on the door? ”

Teacher Zhu: "I'm in my own house, I can enter whichever house I want to enter, knock on the door?" It's not possible. ”

Xiao Mo was helpless: "Teacher Zhu, knocking on the door is the most basic courtesy, besides, I have my own privacy." ”

Teacher Zhu was very strong: "What privacy do you have, you are the meat that fell from my body, your whole person is mine, you talk to me about privacy, I don't bring you to this world, you don't even know what the word privacy looks like, you don't deserve privacy." ”

Damn, this topic has to be staged 365 days a year, 300 days a year, and there has never been a result.

Xiao Mo yawned again, not wanting to argue with her, and continued to work on the question.

He Zhinian squeezed half of his head to the door.

"It's 11 o'clock, it's time to rest silently, otherwise there will be no mental head exam tomorrow."

He Zhinian was an enlightened businessman, he was a physical education teacher before he became a businessman, and he advocated liberal education.

His educational philosophy is in stark contrast to Teacher Zhu, but he is a spoiled wife, so when his educational philosophy conflicts with Teacher Zhu, he is definitely defeated without a fight.

This night, when Teacher Zhu gave him a blank look, he consciously retreated and poured a glass of milk for Xiao Mo.

In this family, Xiao Mo still sympathizes with He Zhinian, a successful business person in a small town, but his status at the head of the family is pitiful.

After receiving He Zhinian's milk, he was full of apologies.

"You go and rest, I'll do two more questions and I'm done."

In terms of learning, Xiao Mo is still on the same front as Mr. Zhu, and he believes that there is no possibility in the world that you can succeed without hard work, so he is a hard-working student. Of course, talent is also important, and he also believes that his talent is not bad.

Outside the door, He Zhinian's voice sounded.

"Hurry up, my dear, and surprise you."

Teacher Zhu's voice seemed to be happy and slightly angry: "Surprise? An elm pimple, can there be a hairy surprise? ”

This was followed by the sound of them descending the stairs one after the other.

Xiao Mo breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to bow his head to write the question, when Teacher Zhu's voice sounded downstairs again.

"Mowazi, remember to brush your teeth before going to bed."

Oh my God, are people still alive?

Alas......

Outside the window, it was dark and dim, reflecting the slight swaying of the branches of the pine tree in the courtyard.

Xiao Mo sat in front of the window for a while, and when he finished the last two questions, the hands of the wall clock on the wall pointed to 12 o'clock.

Since I was in the third grade, going to bed after 12 o'clock was the norm.

As soon as his butt was next to the pillow, he was about to fall asleep, but he remembered that Mr. Zhu told him to brush his teeth.

After struggling for a long time, Xiao Mo still struggled to get up, the relationship between him and Teacher Zhu has not been harmonious recently, and he always wants to do everything against her, is this the legendary adolescence?

This toothbrush or not? As soon as he remembered that he was full of tooth decay because he loved to eat white rabbit toffee, and it was usually hard to gnaw on a chicken leg, he still got up and brushed his teeth.

This small building is a little old, the sound insulation effect is very poor, when I come back after brushing my teeth, the sound of the TV in the downstairs living room is very loud, and from time to time there is the laughter of Mr. Zhu.

These two people don't know how to be a teacher, don't they know that there is a student at home, making such a loud noise, and how can he study as a student?

It's not that he hasn't protested, but neither he nor He Zhinian have a say in this family.

Sometimes, Xiao Mo was thinking that there should be another tormenting cub in the family, so that these two idle and panicked people could distract themselves a little, and not torture him with a cub.

Teacher Zhu sometimes joked: "Momo, how about Mom adding a sister to you?" That way, you can have a companion too. ”

Alas, Xiao Mo weighed it, but he still didn't want his sister, and when he thought of the devil sister cub of his friend Yang Feng's family, he wanted to shout to the sky.

It's not that he doesn't know He Zhinian's thoughts, he has always wanted Teacher Zhu to add a Ding to his He family, but for Xiao Mo at this age, that is something he can't understand and doesn't want to understand.

I was angry, and I didn't pay much attention when I closed the door, and the bedroom door slammed shut with a clattering of the wind.

As expected, Mr. Zhu's loud voice came from downstairs.

"Mowazi, you're going to die, does the door have an enmity with you?"

......

With a bang, the sleepy worm was successfully driven away.

Lying on the bed tossing and turning and unable to sleep, I remembered that the next morning I was taking the Chinese exam, so I simply got up and read two essays.

In case the blind cat meets a dead mouse, the essay for tomorrow's exam happens to be the one he reads?

This essay on the scene has only seen a beginning, and drowsiness is like a mountain.

This reading essay please doze off is really a hundred tests, lying on the desk and dreaming of Zhou Gong.

I entered the examination room in my dream, and the essay was indeed this one describing the broken bridge of the West Lake.

He was so anxious that he sweated, and when he was in a hurry, he woke up and looked at the night outside the window, only to know that it was Nan Ke's dream.

The branches of the pine tree outside the window shook faintly, and he moved his sore elbow, and found a black figure hurrying under the pine.

It was just a flash of effort, and the figure was gone, and only the faint branches remained.

Xiao Mo rubbed his eyelids, thinking that he was dazzled, although this courtyard is old, the courtyard wall is not low, and ordinary people can't enter without walking through the gate.

The door, he saw He Zhinian locked it at night.

A night breeze blew, and there seemed to be a smell of blood wafting through the air.

This gust of night wind blew a little wickedly, and the sound of the wind was particularly abrupt in this silent night.

The wind rustled through the grass like a strong blow.

I heard a clang, and the sound of the door being blown shut by the wind sounded downstairs.

The sound of that heavy security door every time it closes is so earth-shattering.

Xiao Mo rubbed the corners of his eyes, and prepared to lie down and fall asleep.

I just lay down in bed and woke up suddenly, in the middle of the night, who would open the security door?

What is the thought of the night? There's no reason to open the security door at night!

He stood up and shouted twice towards the door.

"Daddy He? Father? ”

No one answered, he was shocked, suddenly felt bad, and shouted twice.

"Teacher Zhu? Teacher Zhu? Mother? ”

Still no one answered.

Teacher Zhu is the most unbearable person, if she has no reason not to.

Trembling to open the door, the bloody breath was particularly strong.

Standing at the top of the stairs, the chandelier in the living room sprinkled with white light like a waterfall, and every corner of the hall was hidden.

A bloody footprint print stretched from the gate to the sofa, and He Zhinian and Teacher Zhu both fell in a pool of blood.

Xiao Mo, who was 9 years old at the time, opened his mouth and wanted to shout, but as if something was stuck in his neck, he couldn't shout.