I was 12 years old, and my family agreed to take me to the city.

Dad seems to have found a job in a pulp mill in the city, but I don't know what he does.

Dad's statement is papermaking, and he said that he should be able to show me the papermaking scene at that time.

Looking at the textbook on the table, I thought that papermaking should be a good job.

There are still a few days to go, and the family is preparing large and small bags.

Dad decided to give the house to Grandpa so that Grandpa wouldn't have to stay in the wooden fishing boat.

We even stipulated that one of them would come back to see Grandpa, and Grandpa said that as long as we were doing well, it would be fine.

The news that we were leaving spread all over Dahuang Village, and I was asked about it in the morning when I was teaching everyone ancient poems.

I just laughed and said that I was leaving, and that everything in the city should be in order.

I also found a place for my teacher, and it was a boy named Xiao Wang.

I have given him the Xinhua dictionary, and I hope he can make good use of it.

If I have a bit of talent and enough hard work, then Xiao Wang is very talented but unwilling to work hard.

Of course, I later learned that we were short, and the children who really received compulsory education were much better than me. Of course it's much better than the one in the village, but I just look a little brighter.

That night, the next-door neighbor came to inquire, and even someone I had never seen before came to ask about the work in the city.

They all seemed to want to ask my dad if there was a place for him to take with him or let his children go with him, but my dad just shook his head and said that he had spent a lot of effort to find this job, so there was no extra place.

I booked a time a few days later, and Dad meant to leave tomorrow at noon.

But I couldn't sleep at night.

I don't know if it's because I'm excited to leave tomorrow at noon, or because my right eyelid has jumped several times throughout the day.

The left eye jumps wealth, and the right eye jumps disaster.

I always thought something was going to happen.

My parents usually sleep in the same room, and my bed is against the window.

I looked out the window at the moon in a daze, thinking about what the city might be like.

A shadow flashed in front of the window, and I thought I was dazzled.

But a dark shadow did flash, and I got out of bed with some concern.

Mom whispered, "The dog doesn't sleep yet?" ”

"Go to the toilet." I said.

Out of the house, the latrine is shared.

I didn't really go, but walked around the house with a sense of unease, and I saw a huge figure crouching on the ground laying straw.

The man threw the straw in the gap between the house and the wooden fishing boat, and seemed to have a bucket of something beside him.

"What are you doing?" I shouted.

The black shadow turned around, and this person was Da Zhuang.

Da Zhuang pulled out the dagger at his waist, as if specially prepared to glow in the moonlight.

Da Zhuang pushed the bucket to the side, and the flowing water flowed to the straw.

I could smell a smell of gasoline wafting in the breeze from the direction of Da Zhuang.

"Someone's coming." I began to shout, the clarity of my voice in the silence of the night.

Da Zhuang lit the lighter in his hand and threw it in the grass, and in an instant, the fire rose into the sky, and then Da Zhuang ran towards me.

Almost at the same time, I ran backwards, and the flip-flops between my feet were all at once.

I ran barefoot to the wooden pier by the sea, and my father woke up and looked out the window to understand the seriousness of the situation.