The door to the house was locked. "Oh," I slackened when they weren't there. After a few days away from home, this home seemed strange to me.

The family's house was drying in the west, and as soon as my grandmother opened the door, the autumn sun shot into the house. Under the sun, on the opposite wall, my father's picture of rich peonies added some spring to the house, a few peonies: red and gorgeous, pink and delicate, the morning dew on the petals did not drop, the tender green branches and buds, the dew on the leaves rolled from the upper leaf to the next leaf, the living flowers and leaves added vitality to the room, and I felt inexplicable joy and excitement in my heart. "Yiyi, come into the house and lie down, lie down." Grandma was inexplicably a little anxious. I was distracted by the painting and was startled when I heard my grandmother's voice.

"Grandma, you made the bed." The wooden planks where we slept were covered with straw mats. It's so comfortable to sit on. "Get in bed and lie down. Your mom and they'll be back in a minute. Grandma's voice became more urgent. I immediately lay down and stopped talking. My grandmother looked at me and went out with peace of mind.

When I heard "Mom", I unconsciously trembled all over. The words of my sister echoed in my ears over and over again, "Obviously dead, what are you doing here." Scourge! "Am I a scourge? They just want me to die?

"Grandma, has Dad come back?" My sister asked gasping. After lying down for a while, I heard my sister's voice. "Settle the bill for your sister at the hospital." Grandma replied softly. "Is dinner cooked?" Mom asked in a displeased voice. "Boiled pumpkin porridge." Grandma coughed profusely.

I closed my eyes on the bed, afraid that my mother would come to the house, and even more afraid that my sister would beat me, facing the wall, and my back was like a thorn. I don't know how long it was, but I really fell asleep. When I woke up, it was already ten points in the palm of my hand. They had already eaten dinner.

"Yiyi, Yiyi, get up and eat." My grandmother stood beside my bed with a bowl of porridge. "Grandma." I sat up and asked. "Eat in the kitchen?" I asked habitually.

"It's confinment or can't get out of bed, it's strange. Get out if you don't want to stay at home. Mom was outside, and said in a majestic voice. I jumped out of bed and almost planted upside down. My grandmother stretched out a hand and grabbed me. My grandmother put one hand on my shoulder and walked out.

"Hmph, play dead." Mom snuffed out her voice through her nose. In the hall, my mother sat in a wooden circle chair, and my five-year-old brother Yijun threw a small flower ball in front of his sister Yilan with a small flower ball in his hand. With a bang, the ball hit Yilan's head, "Ouch, Mom, he hit me." Yilan screamed angrily, and buried herself in her painting again. It doesn't hurt to hit, what's it called? Mom said with a smile.

"Hey, Mom, look at my drawing." Yi Lan handed the drawing paper to her mother and said proudly. "It's not bad, this is the lotus pond of the academy? The lotus leaf is painted okay, and the green fly painting on the flower is dead. Mom commented. Mom, crayons just can't be drawn well, so it's definitely okay to paint with Dad's paint. My sister squatted in front of her mother, holding her chin with her hands, and said thoughtfully.

"When your dad comes back, I'll tell him and let him teach you, you have a talent for this." Mom's voice was soft, pulling her sister to her side. "You're a mother's heart, baby." Mom held her sister in one hand and her brother in the other, and the three faces were tightly pressed together, laughing sweetly and happily.

I was in the kitchen eating pumpkin porridge and a small plate of fried noodles that my grandmother had left for me. While listening to the conversation between the three of them, my heart was indescribably sour.

After my grandmother cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, she pulled me and wanted to go outside. "Where are you going, take Yijun out." Mom nailed my grandmother to the hall with a word. "Yiyi will wait, Junjun and his grandmother will go to the street." Grandma took Yijun's little hand and left.

"Yiyi, let's go around the academy, there are still grapes on the grape trellis. Pick the grapes. ”

As soon as I left the house, I held my grandmother's hand, and Yijun jumped all the way, wawing all the way forward. Soon I arrived at the academy. The grape trellis was already full of people, and "Yiyi ......" Peiyu rushed in front of me and shouted happily.

"Peiyu, you're all playing here. Hey, did you pick the grapes? My grandmother said there were grapes here. "I asked a lot of questions.

"I just have three more here, so sour that I lose my teeth, as long as you can eat it, I'll give it to you." Peiyu spread out her hand to reveal three jerky grapes, I took one and threw it into my mouth, the grapes were wrapped in the skin, as long as I didn't bite into the sourness, it wouldn't come out. When my teeth touched, the skin broke, and the acid water gushed out, so sour that I spit it out. It took a long time to say, "It's so sour." Don't eat, don't eat. ”

"Granny Wang is telling stories over there." Peiyu took me a few steps under the grape trellis. Granny Wang was concentrating on "...... The child fell into the tank, everyone was frightened and scattered, Sima Guang was in a hurry, and smashed the tank with a stone, and the water gushed out of the tank, and the child was saved. A boy touched his bald head, shook it and asked, "Granny Wang, the jar is broken, won't Sima Guang pay for it?" ”

"yes, yes, what about the loss tank?"

"The little ones who are saved. Should...... Repay. "Everyone talked about who should pay for the tank, completely ignoring the matter of saving people. Granny Wang glanced at everyone and asked unhurriedly. "Is the cylinder more important or is the life more important?"

A little child blinked his eyes and asked for a long time, "It's not Sima Guang who drowned, but Sima Guang is required to pay for smashing the cylinder." "Yes, it was the child's life that was saved, not Sima Guang's. ......" everyone said babblingly. "What, saving people is a hero." Peiyu raised her hand and said loudly with a fist. The little boy touched his head and said to himself, "If I lose the jar, my dad will definitely open my ass, oops, I'm scared when I think about it." He shivered to himself, probably remembering the appearance of his ass blooming.

"Saving someone's life is better than creating a seventh-level Buddha path." Grandma didn't know when she also got closer to the story circle. "Grandma, don't say those feudal superstitious words. Granny Wang quickly interrupted Grandma. "Oh, yes, yes, yes." Grandma quickly stopped talking.

"If you don't pay for the jar, are you willing to save people?" Everyone responded in unison, "Yes." ”

"You can think about it, if you are drowning in the tank, do you want someone to save you?" Wang Po enlightened.

"Yes." Everyone answered in unison.

"So in the future, who will encounter such a thing, what should they do?"

"Save people."

"How much money does a big vat cost?" I interjected. Granny Wang closed her eyes and shook her head helplessly, a child is a child. "I don't want to be in a tank, I just want to save people. Saving people comes first at all times. Today's story focuses on how to rescue people from drowning. Tact and composure when encountering things. It's gone, it's already nine thirty o'clock. All went home. In fact, Granny Wang, who teaches at university, doesn't know how to answer a few children's questions.

On summer nights in the college, there will always be teachers and children under the grape trellis to enjoy the shade, and some teachers will tell some life principles and easy-to-understand stories according to the situation.

"Grandma, I'll come to listen to stories every day from now on, is that okay?" I asked excitedly.

"Of course, grandma is back. You can do anything. "Grandma looked down at me.

"Me." Yi Jun crawled on his grandmother's back, sleepy-eyed and muttered a word "I".

"Peiyu, Peiyu, let's go. The wind is blowing. Pei Yuge shouted from the side. Peiyu lives in the faculty dormitory in the front yard, and her father is the master chef of the college cafeteria.

It's really windy. Let's go. The face of autumn will change, and when it rains heavily, we will all be drenched in soup.

Back at home, my father, mother and sister were all at home. Grandma put Yijun on a wooden bench in the hall and lay down. Mom glanced at it and didn't squeak. Grandma hurried to the kitchen and poured the warm water from the stove into a large wooden basin, brought it to the hall, shook Yijun awake, and bathed him. I slipped into the house. Afraid to see them. Thinking about Sima Guang alone in the house, thinking about the smashed tank and the people he saved. I thought to myself, if I did this, when I got home, would my mother beat me to death because of the loss of the jar?

"Yiyi, come out and take a shower." Grandma shouted in the hall. I hurried out. Mom and Dad and Yi Jun had already entered their bedroom. My sister is flipping through a comic book under the lamp.

There was a layer of foam on the surface of the water in the wooden basin, and I reached into the water, and the water was a little cold. Grandma went to the kitchen and poured a wooden ladle of hot water into the wooden basin.

When I took off my clothes, my body was like a skeleton. Grandma scrubbed gently. I couldn't help but cry secretly. "Grandma, you're crying." I asked in amazement when I saw tears rolling out of my grandmother's eyes.

"The water is smoking." Grandma wiped her eyes and said. "What is it called. Dislike. My sister got up and yelled at us twice and went into the bedroom herself. Grandma stopped, turned to look at Yilan, and didn't speak again. Silently scrub me. "Grandma, she's in. You're crying again. I reached out and touched my grandmother's face.

"Nope. Skinny. You look good when you're fat, you know. "Grandma slapped me on the buttocks." It hurts, grandma. "I screamed." Grandma is gone, what do you do? Grandma muttered to herself worriedly.

"Grandma, where are you going?" I asked in amazement.

"Of course it's not my home. Remember your grandmother's words, you are blessed when you grow up, you can eat as much as you can, only rice can sustain your life, you must be blessed when you grow up, you have to suffer some hardships when you are a child, you must endure when you think of blessings, people will only have sweetness if they have suffered hardship. Grandma looked at me worriedly.

"Hmm. Hey, grandma, you say, if I break the jar like Sima Guang, will my mother beat me to death, and the loss of the jar will definitely be a lot of money. I asked, blinking.

"Silly woman, the broken jar must be compensated by the rescued child's family, and his family will be grateful to you." Grandma nodded my forehead.

"Oh, in the future, I must save people." I feel like Sima Guang.

"Do you want it? Sima Guang is a smart and witty child. Are you? Grandma smiled and nodded my forehead again.

"I want to be smart and witty, too! Grandma, you give me cleverness and wit! I kissed my grandmother on the cheek and said coquettishly.

"People's ingenuity and wit come from books, and there are many things recorded in books, such as smashing the jar to save people, and after listening to this story, when you encounter it later, you will know that you can smash the jar and let the water flow out, and people can be saved......" said my grandmother softly.

"Oh," I nodded thoughtfully.

I have firmly remembered that "books" can make people smart and witty, and that wisdom and wit are as precious to me as life.

Lying in bed, I didn't fall asleep as quickly as usual, but thought about the book that my grandmother said, the wisdom and wit in the book......

Grandma was busy with everything, and it was almost eleven o'clock when she went to bed.

I whispered "Grandma, the book ......" and my grandmother interrupted me, "I fell asleep and didn't speak." After saying that, my grandmother turned her back to me.

I didn't speak with my eyes open, thinking about my cleverness and wit, and I fell asleep thinking about it.

After returning home from the hospital, my mother and sister restrained a lot. Rumors of my mother's abuse of me crept around the academy.

In order to prove that she was not abusing me, my mother opened the door and asked me to attend a class that the teachers at the summer college taught voluntarily.

On this day, my father was in art class, and I was rarely bold enough to take the cloth bag that my grandmother made for me into the classroom. "Yiyi, come." Peiyu was already in the classroom, and she took a seat for me.

Sister Yilan sat in the middle of the first row. In this lesson, Dad put a few different types of wood on the podium, round, square, cylindrical, triangular, and then talked about perspective, standing in different positions to see the different shapes. Then let everyone draw with a pencil.

Soon my sister finished painting, and she held up the painting in her hand and said, "I'm done." Everyone's eyes were on her paintings. I didn't look up and continued to paint my picture. Peiyu tugged at my clothes and said, "Your sister is painting well." "I drew the last triangle and tried to keep myself from looking at my sister's paintings.

Dad held up his sister's painting, showed it to everyone, and asked everyone, "Is this painting good?" I don't know who took the lead and shouted, "Okay." "I looked up and saw that she was really well drawn, and I had to admit it in my heart.

"Yilan's painting, the large structure is fine, but there are still small problems with the shadow part. Please take a look at ......"

My sister stood up and said, "Teacher Yi, the angle is different, so the shadow is naturally different." Dad paused for a moment, then walked over to his sister's seat and glanced at the geometry he had brought.

walked to the podium again and said seriously, "Yilan deserves praise for daring to correct the teacher's mistakes." She has no problem with this drawing, the shadows change depending on the position. This incident tells us that people not only have to learn, but also think, and teachers can also make mistakes. I give her a 100 for this picture. You can exchange ideas with each other about whether you are good at drawing or not. Class. ”

I took my father's words seriously, I had to learn, and I had to think.

Peiyu handed me the painting and pulled it away. I paused for a moment, picked up Peiyu's painting and looked at it. I don't know why Peiyu drew straight lines like earthworms, and the geometry didn't stand up, I looked at Peiyu, and she was staring at me expectantly, "How?" Do I draw like this? "I looked at her and didn't know how to answer, no, she would be angry. I said against my will, "It's okay." ”

"Yiyi, you also draw well." She said it loudly, as if in response to the comments I had given her. I was ashamed.

He told a lie, and went home like a thorn in his heart. Grandma was cooking again. I stood next to her and talked about the lecture with anxiety, and I felt uneasy at the thought that I had lied. "Yiyi, my sister's painting is good, it means that she has worked hard, and my father said that you have to think about learning, and you should also remember this carefully. If you tell a lie, Peiyu will be happy, and she will continue to paint, and after a long time, she will realize her mistakes. Therefore, the truth has different effects at different times. No matter what, as long as you have a good intention, it is right.

"Oh, I'm right." After listening to my grandmother's words, I looked at my grandmother as if I didn't understand. "That's right, Yiyi is kind, and she must be blessed when she grows up."

My grandmother's words calmed my restless heart, and it doesn't matter if it's true or not, it's the result that matters.

"Grandma, the food is not good yet, and my stomach is hungry." My sister started screaming as soon as she entered the door.

"Alright." Grandma answered the call from the kitchen with cold eggplant in one hand and stir-fried beans with kimchi in the other. I quickly ran up to take the food and put it on the table, turned around and went into the kitchen again to smoke chopsticks and serve porridge with my grandmother. I looked at my mom nervously, wondering if she would be angry when she saw me. "Eat." Dad said with a frown. Why is he frowning? I sat next to my grandmother at the table, bowing my eyebrows. "Mom, my painting today, Dad gave me a hundred points." My sister said excitedly to her mother. "Really? I knew you had talent, Lao Yi, but you had to focus on cultivating her. ”

Dad snorted through his nose. "Yiyi also draws well." Grandma answered. "She? When will it be your turn to speak? "Mom unceremoniously robbed Grandma Bai." I, I ......" Grandma's face was swollen crimson, and she didn't say a word for a long time. "What am I, don't get my identity wrong, this is my home." Grandma didn't say anything, and her hand holding the rice bowl kept shaking. Dad glared at Mom but didn't speak, and left the table without a few bites of food.

I quietly tugged at my grandmother's shirt and didn't dare to speak. "Hmph, it's you troublemaker. Grandma, where can she paint, she is not the material......" Grandma silently entered the kitchen with the rice bowl.

Grandma was in tears. I took the last few bites of rice into my mouth, hugged my grandmother and choked up, "Grandma is me."

It's not good, it makes my grandmother angry. ”

Grandma's stiff body softened, touched my cheek with both hands, and said softly, "Yiyi, you're right." Grandma is fine, so I'll go play after eating. "Grandma began to wash the dishes, and I silently took a broom and swept the house clean.

Mom and Dad took their younger brother to take a nap, and my sister took a drawing book in the hall to draw there. I glanced at her notebook from afar, and she was drawing the water glass on the table. Draw as if. I wondered when I would be able to draw as well as her.

When my grandmother was done, she took me to the bed and lay down beside her, and when she faced her, she noticed that there were tears in the corners of her eyes. "Grandma, are you still crying?" My grandmother wiped her eyes with her left hand and said, "There, there's a piece of sand in my eyes, help me blow it." Grandma got up and sat up with her face facing me, and I pursed my mouth and blew hard, "All right." "Grandma lay down again." Yiyi, your mother has a music class in the afternoon, you can go. There are so many classmates in the classroom, she won't chase you. This is the last class of the summer vacation. I looked my grandmother in the eye and said, "I'm so scared of her right now." I timidly said, "If you like to sing, go and go grandma......" Grandma stopped talking. "Grandma, I want to sing, I'll go, okay, grandma, you're not angry!" After I finished speaking, my grandmother turned over and ignored me. I squinted my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

"Yiyi is in class, get up quickly." My grandmother woke me up from my dream. "Your mother and sister are gone, you can sit in the back row of the classroom, and you can hear the sound anyway."

When I got to the classroom, my sister was sitting in the middle of the first row. Mom stood in front of the blackboard and wrote out the song list of "I Am a Soldier" to be sung today with chalk. She had just finished writing when I went, and when she turned around, I quickly found the closest seat to the window.

She first talked about how to read the simple notation of the song, and finally sang it through while playing the organ. She taught simple music for a long time last summer, and as long as she is a student, she should be able to read music. My grandmother taught me in the countryside, so I knew a little bit about it, and when she sang it, everyone would be able to sing it. Mom is so kind and loving in the classroom. Sometimes I have the illusion that she is the cutest mom.

We sang excitedly, all the students had an indescribable high fighting spirit, and an inexplicable courage rose in my heart.

When I got home, she became "Mom" again, and the "Mom" that scared me.