At that time, Mr. Dai was often pricked by wooden thorns on the branches, and I was finally able to get the small fruit knife on my grandfather's fishing boat.

I was nine years old and almost ten years old, and I didn't know what kind of fever I had in my head that day, and I ran to Mr. Dai's cabin.

Teacher Dai's place is a small temporary house in the outermost part of the village, which is relatively quiet and does not affect Teacher Dai's teaching.

I knocked on the door and went in, and in front of Teacher Dai, I flattened all the dozen or so branches she used, and then grinded for a long time to make sure that I would never prick my hands again, and handed them back to Teacher Dai.

At that time, Mr. Dai looked at me with a smile, which made my heart warm.

Teacher Dai asked me if I wanted to learn English, and I asked what English was.

Teacher Dai said that it is a foreigner's language, because the difficulty should not teach everyone. But I seemed to like to study, and asked me if I would like to study in the evening.

I nodded stupidly, and then I followed the teacher to learn English where she lived.

It's really hard not to speak English, it's something else entirely.

I asked the teacher where I could use it, because no one in the village knew it.

The teacher said that he would use it when he went outside, and that it would definitely help when he did.

I remembered to go outside because my dad had said something similar.

Go outside, go to the city.

Later, I would cut one or two branches every day, and I would send them to Mr. Dai in the evening.

It was another year and a half, and that day the big man in the village found me.

Ask me what I'm going to do in the teacher's room at night?

Without thinking, I said that I would learn English.

Da Zhuang is a bachelor in the village, and he is really big.

But I don't have much education, and I'm too old, so I didn't come to school.

Da Zhuang had a strange expression on his face when he left, and that day I took a small fruit knife and sharpened a few branches and planned to send them over.

At the door of the teacher's house, I heard the teacher's screaming, and at the same time the loud voice.

"Why don't you teach me English for dogs." Da Zhuang's voice said.

"You don't want to come here." Teacher Dai shouted.

"Come on, teach me how to learn this English?" Da Zhuang's voice became more and more lewd.

I walked to the teacher's room and found that the door was locked.

Teacher Dai knew that I came back every night, so it was a little strange for me that the doors were all open.

I tried to push it gently and found that the door wouldn't open, so I looked through the crack in the door.

I saw Da Zhuang pressing on Teacher Dai's body, and Teacher Dai screamed desperately but his mouth was already covered.

I could only make a few sounds, which I could hear clearly.

Of course, I immediately understood what was going on, and I pulled out the fruit knife in a panic.

Constantly moving upwards in the crack of the door, hoping to pick up the wood chips.

Finally, I struggled to pick open the wooden chip, pushed open the wooden door, and kicked it in.

Da Zhuang seemed to be frightened by me, and Mr. Dai broke free of Da Zhuang's hand in a daze and shouted, "Dog, save me." ”

Da Zhuang smiled lewdly and said to me, "It's just in time, dogs and I are learning English together." ”

I probably know what Da Zhuang means, but of course I can't understand Da Zhuang's nonsense.

I understood that Teacher Dai was in danger, so I walked towards Da Zhuang with a fruit knife.

Da Zhuang moved away from Teacher Dai in fright, and watched Da Zhuang run to the wall of the room.

It seems that he was so frightened that he didn't even wear his pants well, and Da Zhuang was at a loss for what to do.

Teacher Dai also stood behind me with her clothes covered, and the scene was a little embarrassing for me.

I held a small fruit knife to guard Da Zhuang, and Mr. Dai tidied up his clothes and took the small fruit knife in my hand.