Liang Weihe is my father's own brother, my uncle.

My grandmother had four children, and two older aunts were married. Uncle is the youngest, he is not used to it, and he is still hanging at the age of twenty-three or four.

I also have memories of the explosion, my uncle was too tired to blow up rocks, and he was reluctant to go far away, so he deliberately pretended to be injured and rested at home for almost three months.

If you want to say that I really admire him, in order to pretend to be a little more like, he insists on betting on his legs, isn't he afraid of being really crippled?

"Xiao Jin, you stay at home by yourself and be obedient, and your mother will go with your grandmother to have a look."

The mother had a good heart, and suddenly the six gods were gone, and she went back to the house in a panic to get the money.

In contrast, grandma is much calmer, it is estimated that she also knows what her son is like, and the uncle in the previous life pretended to be sick and was exposed by grandma.

"Xiao Jin, how can I be at home? You don't have to go, I'll just take a look. Grandma stopped her mother and didn't take the money she handed over.

The mother still wanted to speak, but the grandmother explained, "The child is not at ease at home, where is Wei Chuan, you don't need to panic." ”

I was reluctant for my mother to run to the hospital, half an hour's walk, and there was no transportation, so it was really not worth seeing a person who was pretending to be sick.

Even my grandmother didn't want her to go, it seemed a little too vicious.

"Mom, I'm scared ......" I don't know if it's like this for children, tears are coming, I'm almost at the level of a movie queen.

"That's it, if there's something to find someone to bring the letter back, I'll send Xiao Jin to school tomorrow."

After my grandmother went out, my mother was worried all the time, and I was very helpless.

"Knowing that the blast stone doesn't hide away, who knows if he did it on purpose, you are still blindly worried." I muttered dissatisfied.

My mother glared at me, "He's your own uncle, he can't talk so uneducated." ”

I pouted, in the last life, my father was sick, my grandmother died, and my sister was like that, why didn't my so-called uncle remember his own big brother?

It's okay if you don't help, after all, he doesn't have any skills, and he falls into the well in front of others and says that my family doesn't appreciate it...... I really can't feel much sympathy for him.

On the second day, I went to school according to the rules, and the first two classes were the usual school cleaning.

The classmates are still those classmates, and the teachers have been replaced by Fei Yang and Chang Zuosheng, in fact, I don't have much impression of these two people anymore.

I only remember that at that time, Mr. Fei Yang always forced me to ligature, and my good hand was all due to him.

"You're pretty good." When I was writing words silently in Chinese class, Mr. Fei praised it.

I'm a little embarrassed, I think what he should have said in the previous life was, "You can't write this word!" ”

"You come to my office at noon, I have a few notebooks, you can take them to practice." Between classes, he walked over to my seat and told me.

"My words, aren't they good enough?" I looked up with some confusion.

In the last life, he gave me a few copybooks, why did I practice my handwriting well, and gave me the copybook?

"You think you're doing a good job?" He straightened his face and began to teach me, "It's pretty good compared to the rest of the class, but it doesn't have the strength, and it looks like I don't practice much." ”

I sighed and replied obediently, "Okay, I'll get over class." ”

However, I complained strongly in my heart, obviously I did it on purpose, and after all, I am young, how normal it is to hold the pen unsteadily.

I puffed out my cheeks angrily, this is not an old aunt selling cuteness, it's just that I've been used to it for many years.

And it's probably because I'm younger and my psychology is smaller, and some behaviors are really naïve for me to look down on.

"Is Liang Jin in this class?" As soon as the bell rang for the end of class, a man's voice came from the door.

I got up and went out, a very elegant man, and next to me stood a little boy about my age.

I don't know the man, but I know the little boy very well.