Summer vacation has just arrived, many people in the village are serving a small bird, usually in the play or herding cattle always love to take it with them, catch some locusts to feed it, although there are some small birds in the growth of the direct flight away, but most of them will not, may be the lack of education of the mother bird, it is difficult for them to forage alone, in the cruel nature to survive.

As one of the friends in the village, he also plans to raise a bird this year, early in the morning he went to a mountain forest behind the village to search for a bird's nest, he saw a bird's nest, felt particularly lucky, but climbed to the top of the tree to see, only to know that it was a nest in previous years, there was no bird at all, soon, he found another one, but the angry thing is that although the bird is still in the nest, but the feathers are basically overgrown, are about to fly away from the nest, he knows in his heart that this stage to take off the sample is not good, the bird will not be familiar with the owner at all, After a few days, he flew away, so he had no choice but to give up......

I don't know how long he searched for it, but he found a bird's nest on a tree that was five or six stories high, and when he climbed up and saw that it was still in the state of eggs, he was so happy that he would climb up again every two or three days to see it, for fear that they would fly away. Moreover, among the types of birds raised by his friends in the village, the size of the crow is already relatively large, and he feels even happier at the thought of showing off in front of his friends.

A few days later, not long after the birds hatched, he was ready to go up and take them down, this process was different from the previous mere look, the mother bird saw that it was going to make a nest, circled back and forth in the air with her claws and pecked him, he grabbed the trunk of the tree, and the other was ready to go to the nest, but every time he reached out to get it, the two mother birds would circle over and attack him, and screamed, because he was near the top of the tree, it was really difficult to stagger, so he fought for many rounds, and he successfully took down the nest.

Frogs are his main food for birds, followed by locusts and insects, but crows and other birds do not use them, they don't like to eat the latter two kinds of food, he can clearly see in the process of feeding, the birds eat frogs The process is quite cruel, they will scratch the frogs, divide the corpses, and then use pecks to tear off the flesh of the frogs piece by piece to eat. After the three little birds were raised, he cruelly ate them into his stomach, although he didn't want to do this, he wanted to continue to raise, and he was with him for so long, he still had some feelings, but he was about to start school, there was no way, it was impossible to take them to school, and his parents didn't have time to take care of them at home, and he didn't have the energy to find food for them.

He didn't dare to kill himself, so he asked his father to help him get rid of the birds, and he didn't feel any guilt: first, I ate you just like you eat frogs, and second, your death was caused by the opening of the school, not by me. His theories didn't seem to have much to refute, and he took them for granted.

With a temperament of anticipation and worry, Xia Qianye was promoted from the fourth grade in the village to the fifth grade in the township, and while he was looking forward to the unknown new things and new life, he was also a little afraid of what might be coming. Their class teacher used Xinhan to be not tall and simple, and gave them seats in the first class of school, saying that the same table should be mixed and matched, and the names were arranged according to the list, who sat with whom,

"Xia Qianye, you and Heng Zhenru sit together."

A few weeks later, one day, after class, at noon, he and a few friends from the same village were playing checkers and chess pieces on the playground.

"Do you have boys and girls in your class too?" ，

He said, "Yes",

"What's your name?"

"Heng Zhenru"

"You're so lucky, it's a girl who uses Xinhan's teacher, and her grades are very good," he praised.

Nie Yingyao is a studious person, he has a very lively personality, he is also relatively well-informed, he knows a little bit about many things, when he was studying in the village, he had excellent grades in various subjects, and he was always the first in the class at the end of the term. When some parents in the village belittle their children, they will compare them with him.

Influenced by her father, Heng Zhenru especially likes to read.

Xia Qianye The desks they used at that time were the same, once he found two 5 dimes in the middle of the desk, he wanted to take them to buy candy to eat, but he thought that it was probably the same table, so he took one of them, so that the same table felt that it might have been dropped, not taken by him. Later, he also thought that it might be that the head teacher thought his surname was more unusual, and five or six years ago, two classmates with the same surname as him were admitted to the county's key high schools, so he wanted to test whether he was good at collecting money and deliberately put money in the middle of the desk.

He didn't know if she knew less, whether she told the head teacher, and she didn't talk about it later, nor did she trouble him, and this matter passed like this.

But it didn't take long for their homeroom teacher to change, no longer the father at the same table, but another female teacher, Ying Gaoli.

At the end of the term, he came to the school to get the notice, and he was very happy to see that the Chinese grades had passed, this was the first time in his Chinese history that he had passed, from the first grade to the fourth grade, he had never passed the Chinese language, he knew that it was because he didn't understand it at all, but he had no choice, he gushed out from the bottom of his heart a sense of gratitude to the Chinese teacher Huang Minghui, I don't know if it was for exercising every day or for any reason, or breaking through the limit, that Huang Minghui's head was also bald.

Every Monday morning, he and his friends have to walk seven or eight miles to school, at that time he was short in stature and felt that his schoolbag was dead, although there was a very good storyteller in the class, every day after class, he told us martial arts stories, many boys in the class gathered around to listen, he talked inexhaustibly, one ring after another, endless.

Of course, there are some bad things, there is a classmate in the class, Qing Yonghui, who often bullies him, at first he often fought back, Nie Yingyao saw them fighting, so he secretly told him,

"That's from the next village to our village, and I often like to set up a pipe card on the road after school to beat people, so it's better not to fight him back, you can't afford to provoke him, just block the attack."

Later, he didn't dare to fight back, which made Qing Yonghui love to bully him even more, and gave him a little bit when he bought spicy snacks every week. Once during class, he used a pen to draw on his clothes, and the two girls next to him couldn't stand it anymore and complained, "You are such a rubbish, you love to bully people." He didn't care.

After a few weeks, the new head teacher Ying Gaoli said that in order to get acquainted with all the students in the class, he needed to rematch the same table, and his excellent table mate was gone.

Later, he also raised a white-throated red-rumped bulbul, this time he did not eat it, but released it, but the tragedy still happened.