According to the past, Hu Guocheng has always been at home for too long.

This time, he stayed until the beginning of September of this year.

That is, he waited until he paid the tuition and miscellaneous fees for Hu Fei and Yuan Yu.

There are only two primary schools in the area, the closest of which is in a relatively large village seven or eight miles away.

The school was very dilapidated, and the bald headmaster, with a smile like Maitreya Buddha, struck a few times with an iron rod on the heavy bell that had been badly rusted, and it was officially opened.

Yuan Yu is in the third grade, and Hu Fei is in the fourth grade.

Every time school starts, Hu Fei's thin face will wrinkle into a bitter gourd, and he complained to Yuan Yu more than once, saying that the teacher in the class did not deal with him, and always looked for him to complain to his family.

There is nothing wrong with this, every student who loves to skip school does not deal with the teacher.

After receiving the new book, the school officially started.

A week after the start of school, Hu Guocheng left home again and went to the distant and prosperous place in his mouth!

Dad was not at home, An An divided Hu Fei for a week, and the roughness in his bones finally couldn't bear it.

The weather in September has faded from the scorching dryness of July and August, and the morning is still very cool.

Yuan Yu carried a cloth bag sewn from blue cloth and shouted that when Hu Fei went to school, Hu Fei's mother said with a worried face that Hu Fei was sick!

Sick?

Yuan Yu naturally wanted to take a look, and when he entered the house, he saw Hu Fei holding his stomach and moaning on the bed.

Hu Fei wants to be a hero like Guo Jing when he grows up, probably because he thinks that speaking is not a hero's demeanor, so,

When Yuan Yu got closer, Hu Fei scratched his messy hair and said with a bit of a sneer: "I...... I'll go back and ask for leave, it's not truancy, it's not counting! ”

Yuan Yu couldn't bear to look at it anymore, and nodded heavily: "Well, it doesn't count!" ”

So, on this day, Hu Fei and Hu Daxia, who had sworn in front of Hu Guocheng and promised God that he would never skip school again, skipped class openly!

Without Hu Fei, Yuan Yu could only walk slowly on the path to school alone, and the other children in the village would not go to and from school with him.

A finch, or a large grasshopper or frog, can make Yuan Yu stop and look at it for a while.

And when he walked to a village, Yuan Yu sat on the grass on the side of the road and stared at a family for a long, long time.

At the end, he suddenly muttered: "It's not good, this place is not good!" ”

He got up and patted his dangling schoolbag and left.

Not far away, a middle-aged man in a long shirt stared at Xiao Yuanyu in the distance in amazement, and his heart couldn't calm down for a long time.

The middle-aged man was also looking at the family, and he also knew that this place was indeed not good, the house sat alone, not far from the rice field that was not growing well, there was a low and low tomb, and on the east side of the tomb, there were potholes and water pools of different depths, and a pool of stagnant water.

There is not the slightest hint of anger at all.

The water is yin, and the bad water is deflated, not to mention the stagnant water.

So, this place is not good!

However, it was clearly a child, and such words were a bit shocking from the mouth of a ten-year-old child......

Classes start at eight o'clock, four in the morning and three in the afternoon, and that's the day's lessons.

Yuan Yu bit his fingers, stood at the mottled classroom door and watched the Chinese teacher walk away with the book in his hand, shrunk his neck, and returned to his desk with a weak heart.

When he came to school, the morning class had already been finished, and he was late, a whole morning.

The classmates in the class are all children who are younger than Yuan Yu, usually those who are far away from home, they will not go back at noon, and they will take their lunch to school in an iron box to eat.

In the small class, there was soon a smell of food, although it was cold, but no one felt that there was anything wrong, and the children at this time were not so poor.

Yuan Yu finished eating the rice he brought, and then looked at the large yellow papyrus paper on the table in a daze.

When I reached the third grade of primary school, there was a subject of writing big characters, that is, calligraphy characters, and the curriculum was basically non-existent, and the Chinese teacher was usually responsible for this course.

It seems that the teacher was going to collect this big character in the afternoon.

So after eating, the class was lively, some people were painted with Wang Ba on their faces, or beards, and some were painted with three eyes of Erlang God.

It wasn't until nearly two o'clock in the afternoon that there was a sudden commotion in the school office, and a police car came to the school.

Then it was announced that the school would not be able to hold classes in the afternoon.

These half-grown children naturally don't care so much, they only know that it's a holiday, so they rush out of the school gate one by one.

Yuan Yu quietly packed his schoolbag and was about to go back, but the corner of his eye swept the yellow straw paper that was still clean, and he hesitated.

He didn't bring pen and ink, and he didn't borrow it from classmates who didn't know him well.

Fortunately, there are always one or two careless children out of dozens of children who have the problem of losing everything.

So Yuan Yu took an inferior brush from someone else's table, and wrote on his yellow straw paper one by one, writing Li Bai's "look up at the bright moon and look down at your hometown......

After writing, Yuan Yu was a little dissatisfied, the pen was not good, the ink was not good, the paper was not good, there was a watermark written on the side of the word, and it was a little rough and rough when you looked at it carefully.

However, the class was almost gone.

The teachers in the school are almost gone, go home, or watch the excitement.

Yuan Yu's Chinese teacher's surname is Huang, called Huang Yuan, who is neither too old nor too young, and after the resumption of the college entrance examination, he was assigned to teach here after graduating from university.

Huang Yuan was on duty on Monday, and he was the last teacher to leave the school, cleaning the office, and then checking whether the doors of each class were locked, which was the whole content of the day.

After checking all the classes, Huang Yuan remembered the big-character homework laid out in the morning, entered his own class, and looked at the ghost drawings on the yellow paper on the messy desk, or the crooked strokes, Huang Yuan shook his head and smiled bitterly, but he still put them together very seriously.

Pencils are so convenient that many children don't even know how to hold them.

I can't tell whether it's good or bad, the times are different, there's no need to be obsessed with this, Huang Yuan just has some regrets and pity, even if he is willing to teach with his heart, but these children often can't get interested in learning, but they are particularly energetic when they draw the turtle king.

Sighing secretly, he folded the yellow paper into a stack one by one, until he walked to a desk in the far corner of the southeast corner, Huang Yuan's steps suddenly froze, and in his distraction, the paper in his arms was scattered all over the ground, but he still had no time to take care of it.

On the yellow paper on the desktop, in addition to Li Bai's poem "Silent Night Thoughts", there are rows of fly-headed small letters under the yellow paper, written in three points, I can't see which style it is, although there is still some immaturity between the lines, but it is very charming.

Seeing this, Huang Yuan suddenly woke up, and then remembered that in this class, all children were no more than ten years old......