When I came out of Mr. Wang's house, I saw Wang Dabao, who was carrying a bundle of long green bamboos, walking over from the village.

"Wang Dabao! You're going to chop bamboo again? ”

Principal Wu shouted loudly.

"Uh-huh."

Wang Dabao looked at Principal Wu and a group of people, and with a muffled voice, he threw the bamboo on his shoulder on the open space next to the root of the house wall.

"This big treasure is much better than before, in the past, he never said hello when he saw people, he ran away with his head down, and he shouldn't be greeted by people, and now he can still respond."

Principal Wu smiled with some relief, and couldn't help but look at Yun Feng and several young teachers with pity and continued:

"Dabao, this kid is not easy, don't look at him silent, he was mischievous when he first went to preschool, with him, the class can't be in class, and it's the same when he is in the first grade, either running around in the classroom to give the teachers a headache, or fighting with people, so that the parents of the family can find me here to complain that they want to expel him. Later, after his father was sick and left, and his mother went to work and didn't come back, he suddenly fell silent as if he had changed, helping his grandmother to work, and he was honest in class. No, he also went up the mountain with people to cut bamboo to sell. ”

Everyone listened to Principal Wu talking, all with different expressions, some looked at Wang Dabao and Grandma Wang with concern, and some bowed their heads and said nothing. Yun Feng naturally had a few round teardrops in succession, reflecting the green grass in the village, and fell into the dirt next to his toes.

"The subsidy given by the town is enough, right?"

The mayor looked at the old man and the young man not far away and asked Principal Wu.

"Enough. Wang Dabao was originally free of tuition and miscellaneous fees, and he and his grandmother had a monthly subsidy of more than 1,000 a month, and the village chief took special care of food and clothing. Grandma Wang is also quite tough, more than 80 years old, and she is still either groping in the vegetable garden every day, or sitting like this to take on some bamboo strip weaving work to do, and she can't be idle. Wang Dabao is also angry, cooking, laundry, he comes, sometimes other old ladies will help when they are idle. ”

Principal Wu replied. The village chief happened to be out today and was not at home, but he also knew every household in the village carefully, understood it thoroughly, and was full of love.

"Shall we go over and have a look?"

A young teacher asked.

"No, the old man will be busy, and after he passes, he is afraid that he will disturb her, and Wang Dabao's kid is also afraid of life. In the evening, I'll go to their house and talk to them. ”

Principal Wu waved his hand and said.

Yun Feng said very little along the way, but he was shocked by what he saw and heard.

Li Feng has been with her, looking at her secretly sad, and his face is also slightly dignified, deeply touched.

He is also from the countryside, although the road back to the village is not as steep as the winding mountain road in this hometown, but the life of the old people and children in the village is not much different, looking familiar, cordial and sad for no reason. He thought that his parents, grandfather and grandmother had stayed in the village, and he was afraid that he had just returned from the field at this time, ready to fetch water for cooking. He commuted back and forth in Shenzhen, crowded on the subway and bus, shuttling through the streets and office buildings of high-rise buildings on both sides, and the busyness of work almost made him forget the spring plowing and autumn harvest on the ridges of his hometown. It was only at this time, looking at the mountains of this village, that I remembered my family and country so clearly. He knew that Yun Feng was also born in the countryside, and he looked at her who was still silent at the moment, silently following her in the crowd, thinking that she was also uneasy at this time.

Yun Feng's heart was indeed deeply shocked. She felt more and more strongly the strong impact of this mountain country on her heart.

The living conditions of the old man Wang's family in the dim light, the timid smiles of the two children and the contented smile on the faces of the old man Wang, as well as the old grandmother lying in the side room of the living room, the old man who was slowly weaving bamboo strips in front of him, and Wang Dabao, who had just come back with a bundle of mangosteen and had precociously supported the family life at the age of ten, she seemed to be able to perceive the life picture and mood of each of these people every day, and she also saw the self-improvement of each of them for their own lives. Positive optimism, absolute tolerance and acceptance, although they themselves do not know that they have such shining qualities and valuable spirit, but there is no doubt that it is this kind of self-improvement and acceptance of life that extends to the countryside that makes the offspring multiply, and the spirit has never been passed down from a fault.

They are the ones who know the true meaning of life best, although some of them have never even been able to perceive despair, but their lives do not show the most authentic and simple things in life?

They live day in and day out in their native land, and in this way they naturally become an important part of this native life. They, old and young, lived in their lives, and seemed weak, but they shook her and the hearts of these outsiders who came with her without knowing it.

Just like the swaying bamboo forest next to the village, the thick leaf cover of the old bamboo shoot period is still protecting the branches that grow upward, the branches are verdant, although they have been pulled out several zhang high, but at the same time, they also protect the rough dry gray and black leaf cover of the roots of those who are still protecting the delicate bamboo shoot flesh when the bamboo shoot is still in the bamboo shoot period, even if it falls to the ground, it is not blown away by the wind, and they coexist with each other. What kind of greatness is this?!

Yun Fengren's heart swelled up with bursts of heat, soaked and constantly dry and wet, wet and dry eyes, and the breath of this spring and the words of everyone, listening to the wind blowing in the mountains and the sound of the bamboo forest.

It was past noon, and none of them mentioned the matter of lunch, but Principal Wufu insisted that everyone go to his house for a light meal, but Section Chief Ye, Mayor Town, and Vice Principal Wang resolutely refused on behalf of everyone. With such a large group of people, who can safely worry about the school and the Principal Wu inside and outside the village to cook?!

Everyone walked through the homes of people who were at home together, which was another valuable life education and experience for Yun Feng. Although she grew up in the village, living in the arms of her grandmother, but after all, she is carefree, with the complete protection of her uncles and aunts, less than ten years old and moved out of the village with her parents, to live in the town primary and secondary school where her father worked, the environment is simple, for the real life in the countryside The hardships and hardships have not really been experienced, and the consciousness is also very vague.

On the way down the mountain, watching the height of the volley getting lower and lower, the wind blew her bangs from the car window, revealing her smooth and smooth forehead, and her heart was still immersed in the old and young figures who were busy with the work in their hands just now.

Throughout the day, her heart was surging, shaking the fragility of her heart by the people in the countryside in front of her, and thus floating the same busy figure of her relatives and friends in Yunjia Village, grandma's voice and smile, grandpa's appearance of herding cattle back then, and the scenes of uncles and aunts working in the fields, all of which were also churning in her heart. Also, the one in her heart, although he did not occupy a place in the figure surging in her heart with an obvious figure, she sensed his silent existence. Yes, after so many years, how can it be possible to drive it out of the heart and not leave any trace of breath?

So be it, take these people in your heart, and take him, his and her past, forget the emotional pain of this person together, and move forward silently, just like those countrymen, live the life you should live, and walk the way you should go. Her eyes reflected the blue color of the road down the mountain, and it was also fresh.

She forgave him for his lonely choice of the relationship between him and her, and also relieved the emotional hurt between him and her. To be together, or not to be together, after the baptism of life that has come to this day, she is no longer attached. She wants to live well for those who deserve it.

She remembered that when she left, everyone gathered a few thick big red envelopes, and handed them to the old people and children, the sincere thanks in the cloudy eyes of the old people, the shy and quiet smiles of the children, and the happy look when they were affectionately held by these foreign adults, and couldn't help but smile slightly, the mountain breeze was fresh, and a few tears were blown down. Take a look at the latest chapters of "Country Orphan Paw Book House" to read for free for the first time.