Time passed quickly, nine months passed in a flash, and Zhuxi became a county-level city, but Lin Wen's school had not yet been settled, and he was asked to wait for another year. Not long after the winter, Lin Wen didn't feel cold, he still felt hot when he wore an autumn coat, a sweater, and a cotton coat, and it was appropriate to subtract the middle layer and replace the autumn clothes with warm clothes.

In the past nine months, Qin Yue'e only knows what he has done on the surface: review, preview, housework, and daily morning runs, of course, he has to go out for a walk at night, and sometimes he has to help with business. And these things, except for business, Qin Yue'e has never accompanied him, and she doesn't know how much time she spends on it.

Qin Yue'e didn't suspect that he was doing other things, she also set Lin Wen a daily goal, and went home at night to check, but Lin Wen was able to complete it every day, and there was no problem in housework. She gradually relaxed, but the examination was not broken, and her doubts were not completely dispelled.

And those things that Qin Yue'e couldn't let know about, Lin Wen also did a lot. After finishing the day's tasks and chores ahead of time, he would pick up his pen, throw a stone into the sea, or write something in his notebook. The representative works of this period are mainly micro-novels: "That Light", "See the Flowers Bloom Again", "Intersection", "What Year Is It Today", "Run", "Ascending", "Onlookers", "Is Mr. President?" ——Another line in the bamboo forest", "useless work", "life", ...... In contrast, the creation of poetry is not worth mentioning, because he still does not adapt to the traditional way of writing.

The above works are all recorded in the senior's notes, which are long and cannot be excerpted. Although they can all be called masterpieces, they have all been published in some post bars - I can't find other places, but due to their content and some other reasons, they may not be passed down after all, and they can only be left to everyone's imagination.

In the past nine months, Lin Wen has written a total of 14 micro-novels, 48 letters, two lyrics, and countless poems. Forty-eight stones were thrown in, no matter how you say it, it should be a little rippled back, Lin Wen was not in a hurry, he wanted to achieve his goal with quantity and time, and continued to wait.

On this day, in the tenth month, Lin Wen was thinking so, and was about to pick up a pen to write a few more letters, but he heard a knock on the door. He hurriedly put down the pen and paper and ran to open the door, and sure enough, the reply arrived. He glanced at the door a few times, then closed it, went into the room, closed the door again, and opened the letter, but it was like this:

Lin Wen:

I am the director of the Municipal Bureau of Education and Sports, and your behavior has seriously affected our work, if you do not correct it, and then send a letter to any leader, you will be punished, so that you will not be allowed to study in Zhuxi City for the rest of your life. Above.

Lin Congwen

February 2017

Lin Wen's body shook and almost sat on the bed, of course, he did so after a few seconds. He didn't believe that the director of education would write such a letter, so he read it several times, took out the previous letter from under the bed and compared the handwriting, before he completely lost his heart and collapsed on the bed.

A gust of cold wind blew, Lin Wen had already worn three pieces at this time, and he still couldn't help but shudder, shivered, and heard himself sneeze again, and suddenly felt that his body was so cold, and he hurriedly began to add clothes. I added a woolen vest, but it was still cold, and I changed my autumn clothes to warm clothes, so I felt warm.

Lin Wen didn't have time to be silent for three minutes, only to hear the door "bang" open, Qin Yue'e suddenly returned home, quickly rushed into the room, snatched the letter from his hand, and took it to his eyes to read it. Lin Wen hadn't fully recovered yet, and he couldn't make any resistance. After Qin Yue'e read it, she threw another letter in her hand at Lin Wen, and when Lin Wen took it off and looked at it, her face turned white. Looking up at Qin Yue'e's face, Tie Qing knew that there was no good result, and without waiting for Qin Yue'e to speak, he knelt down: "Mother, child, ......"

Qin Yue'e seemed to have forgotten that "family ugliness should not be publicized", and interrupted him sharply: "Who is your mother?" Who has a son like you? Think about what you've done for more than a year, and how you promised me in the first place. Did you do it? You've really overdone, you've done so many things without me, so many unsavory things! You are really your father's good son, have you forgotten what he meant by naming you? Are you going to waste your youth like this again? What exactly do you want to do? Answer me! ”

She took a few breaths, waited for two seconds, and saw that Lin Wen didn't speak, so she slapped her: "Answer me!" ”

Lin Wen was hit so hard that his glasses fell off, and after touching the ground for a long time, after picking it up and putting it on, he found that he had tears in his eyes, and couldn't help shouting: "I'm going to see my father!" Taking advantage of Qin Yue'e's stunned moment, she ran out desperately.

When I left the house, some passers-by and neighbors were already startled by the conversation just now and formed a circle. Lin Wen rushed out of the circle and ran towards the back mountain. Someone in the crowd reacted: "Lin Wen ran away!" I wanted to take someone to chase after me, but most of them were still whispering: "What's wrong?" "I don't know, family matters, don't ask." "That's it, Qin Yue'e knows how to deal with it." "Let's just leave it alone, disperse and go back." But few people dispersed, and they all wanted to see how Qin Yue'e would deal with it.

An hour later, Da Zhuang came home after making up the class, and saw a bunch of people gathered in front of Lin Wen's door, so he hurriedly stopped his mother who wanted to go home to cook and asked, "What's wrong with Lin Wen's family?" Why are there so many people? His mother shook her head: "I don't know, other people's family affairs." Oh yes, Lin Wen ran over there, why don't you take a look...... Eh, don't run! Slow down! Da Zhuang put down his schoolbag, followed the direction pointed by his mother, and flew away.

Lin Wen passed by the post office, so he sent a letter first and paid the postage. When I arrived at the back mountain, I found my father's grave, knelt down with a "plop", and touched the ground with my head: "Father, the child is not filial, and he failed to make that 'Wen' character, but became a sinner in the city...... This Zhuxi, where our ancestors have lived for generations, can no longer accommodate children, and in the future, I will never be able to come to you to ......kowtow to incense," he said and cried loudly, his body trembled violently, and he fell to the ground. If Lin Dasheng saw it in the sky, he would definitely think that it was a worm wriggling, and he would not think that it was his only son.

About half an hour later, Lin Wen got up from the ground, thought of something, knelt down again, took out a letter and pen, lay down in front of the grave, skillfully wrote a letter, and put it on the grave. He stood up, patted the ashes on his body, rubbed his aching knees, took out a mint candy from his trouser pocket, and walked into the depths of the mountain forest.

Da Zhuang was not there when Lin Dasheng was buried, so he naturally couldn't find Lin Wen in the back mountain, so he had to go home and ask Qin Yue'e to come out. Qin Yue'e refused at first, but then felt that the matter might be too big, so she agreed to go with her to look for it, but fainted halfway through. After waking up, she struggled to get up, supported by the mother and son, and took the two guys in the shop to the back mountain to find her son, the "evil son" in her mouth.

After a delay until the evening, the group arrived at the back mountain, but saw a fire burning on the mountain. Qin Yue'e yelled "not good" and fainted again. Da Zhuang also knew that something was wrong, so he was busy pinching her with his mother, calling 120 and 119, and he could only wait.

The fire was extinguished at nine o'clock in the evening – fortunately the forest had been cleared and the fire was not too big. Qin Yue'e and Da Zhuang's mother and son rushed up the mountain, passing by Lin Dasheng's grave, Qin Yue'e had sharp eyes, saw a piece of paper on the grave, and when she hurriedly took it down to look at it, she knew that it was hopeless:

Our generation of villains, vulgar and incompetent, pay for chores, fear of trust, and are terrified. Once the present is gone, there is no negotiation?

Qin Yue'e fell backwards, and Da Zhuang's mother supported her. Da Zhuang picked up the letter, saw the last sentence, and thought that when Lin Wen just came back, the neighbors, classmates and friends were all "full of praise". This time, I really can't bear it.

The search and rescue team searched in the forest for a long time, but did not find Lin Wen's bones. Qin Yue'e waited for two days, but there was no news, so she announced her death and held a funeral, many people came, but there were very few who really mourned him. Da Zhuang and Teacher He both participated, and together with the two mothers, the four of them hugged each other and cried silently. By the way, Qin Yue'e's Chen girlfriend was on vacation in Sanya and did not rush back.

At the end of the funeral, Qin Yue'e threw something into the coffin, and Da Zhuang's mother peeked at it, it was the handwritten "Yucai Plan", which was intact, and she couldn't help crying, feeling pity in her heart.

At the same time, Lu Wanyi, who was blessed by heaven, received a letter. When she got home on the weekend, she casually opened it in her room and saw the following text:

To Wanyi:

The meeting is in a dream

The small building sat quietly and watched the falling flowers

It's just the beginning of this year

The moonlight was faint, and he looked up and asked silently who understands

It is difficult to sit in front of the window

Eyebrows and worries

Looking back, no one behind him is only terrifying

I didn't gossip for a long time

It's better not to write

Let the thoughts pass away overnight and drift in the wind

Let's see who the flying flowers fall on

The sound of insects permeates the new yarn

I suddenly want to return home tomorrow and remember the old sunset

Dream words that have never been spoken

Read it to her in my heart again and again

The words came to his lips and he swallowed hastily

Catching up with her

I don't want to stop on the way forward

It's a stone's throw away, and ask when you'll be there

It turns out that the frankness can't keep up with the white horse of the years

Who has to master the secret code?

Reminiscing about the past, the youth was flawless

Even now there is nothing to say

What kind of strokes to use

Can humble a little

Yellowed solution

She is the home that she looks for when she is sad and lost

She is a simple and complex bond in memory

She is the only concern in her heart after years of separation

She was in a trance with long hair flowing around

It turns out that the frank and honest can also catch up with the white horse of the years

You can also grasp the secret code of love

Knowing the new and wishing to dream and write together

And somewhere like quicksand

With how much care

I asked the heart

She smiled and didn't answer

The sun is setting

It turned out that he was no longer seen

It's a lifetime of pricelessness

self-proclaimed to be a returnee, and it is expected that he will be sad for many years.

Yu Su wants to talk with Ruo and go hand in hand, can you still get it?

Reading and reading, her eyes moistened, but what really made her cry was the next few sentences that seemed to be very middle-class:

Please advise:

I see how charming the green mountains are, but I don't expect the green mountains to see me.

Cheap life is not talented, I hope that once I die, it is easy for the monarchs to speak out to express their opinions and commit crimes, and it is easy to change this eternal and unchanging world, can it be all?

Zhuxi, God bless Awen

Sincerely.

After biting her sleeve and crying silently, she quietly put away the letter, and maybe many years later, she will take it out again, take a look, and remember the ......