When I woke up in the morning, the pain in my body also woke up, a spirit, Ye Fu looked around in horror.

A clean and tidy small room, with a set of tables and chairs suitable for her height at the end of the bed, and a lot of books on it.

A few wisps of coolness penetrated into the room, and the sight jumped out of the window, and the fog outside seemed to be wrapped in a layer of cotton, stuffy, and a gentle drizzle.

Yesterday, Ye Fu remembered that he was bullied and ran out yesterday and went to a land temple. The kind of small, half-human-high, stone-built, with Guanyin in the upper layer of small grids, and the land father-in-law and the land mother-in-law below.

At New Year's time, you always have to come and offer incense. There is a soil slope in front of the temple, with bamboo forests on both sides, and a small road and a field ridge below. The slope is about ten meters high, and I often slide there with a few children, and it is a pleasure to climb up and down.

There is a boxy pit in the land temple, and there is a history of humiliation that Ye Fu does not want to recall when he dies.

Two children, one three years older than her and the other three years younger than her, took a stick and pushed themselves into the pit and beat them, chanting the words: "Short-lived ghost!" Unlucky! ”

So much so that when he played with children later, Ye Fu felt that their faces were hideous and terrifying.

It's dark, and there's still a month to see if it's the New Year, and it's cold outside.

Ye Fu's hands and feet were frozen, leaning on the stone of the land temple, drowsy.

Someone vaguely picked himself up and went to a warm place.

Ye Fu lifted the quilt and tiptoed to bed.

The clothes on my body have been changed, and now I am wearing a simple cotton cover, which is very warm.

"Awake?"

"Who are you?"

"You can call me Grandpa."

A man came in with a box, he looked like he was fifty years old, with short hair, not fat or thin, and a green mustache on the side of his mouth.

"You're not my grandfather."

"My surname is Ye, and your surname is Ye, so I am your grandfather."

"However, I have seen my grandfather's family, and they ......"

Ye Lao took out a letter from the drawer on the side: "Your adoptive parents adopted you when you were one year old, and I am your biological mother's father. ”

Ye Fu didn't read the letter, she didn't recognize the words now, she just pouted and blinked: "That's my grandfather?" ”

Ye Lao smiled faintly, opened the food box, and the fragrance of the food overflowed, filling the house.

The gluttonous worm in Ye Fu's stomach was hooked: "Hungry." ”

"What if you're hungry?"

"Eat."

"How can I eat?"

"Cook."

"Will you?"

Ye Fu shook his head and looked at the old man in front of him with a flat tone: "No." ”

"Then it's useless if you're hungry, because you can't cook, you can't grow food, so you're hungry."

"Do you want me to plant rice and dig the ground myself?"

"Yes, when spring begins, I'll give you a small field."

Ye Fu was quite surprised and didn't believe it.

"Let's eat first, but you have to write it down, I can't eat it for nothing."

Ye Lao smiled gently, and the transaction between words was natural.

"Oh."

Half an hour after the meal, Ye Fu put on his shoes and looked at the door.

"You want to get out?"

"Well, no." Ye Fu thought for a moment and explained, "I just want to see where I am." ”

"On Shouyang Mountain."

"Isn't that high?" Ye Fu's town is in a hurry every 147, can hear a lot of news from the south to the north, but most of the children do not pay attention to those, only know that a few towns are located at the foot of Shouyang Mountain.

"Come here."

Ye Fu heard the call and looked back, Ye Lao was sitting in another room, because it was connected, so he could see it.

Ye Fu walked over, the light was much brighter, and his small table was also moved.

"Are you literate?"

Ye Fu shook his head.

She was only seven years old when she was sent to the countryside.

"Do you want to be literate, then?"

Ye Fu didn't know, but thought of his relatives, and asked: "Can you be more powerful if you are literate?" The kind that no one can bully me? ”

"I can't."

"Oh. Then I don't want to learn. Ye Fu pursed his lips and looked at Ye Lao's reaction.

"Hmm." Ye Lao took out a notebook from the drawer in front of him and added a stroke, "This belongs to you, today's meal." In the future, you must remember what you use or eat. ”

Ye Fu leaned over and looked at it, as if she was afraid that she would not understand, the head of the row was a bowl and a piece of clothing, and there were others behind.

"I don't have any money, how can I pay it back to you?"

"You just have to write it down."

"Oh. Can I hang out? Ye Fu looked outside, the fog dispersed, and the rain stopped.

Ye Lao nodded and began to bury his head in reading.

Ye Fu looked at the man again.

"Grandpa?"

Ye Lao raised his head from the book, and his eyes showed what was wrong?

"It's fine."

Ye Fu retreated to the door, turned around, and ran away with a smoke. When I went out, I found that it was a flat hilltop, and there was only one house around.

There are many unknown plants at the door, and the only ones that bloom are white flowers like snow.

There are also a few chickens, pecking freely at the grass.

Ye Fu rose, chased with chickens, and ran all over the ground.

The next day, the weather was clear, Ye Fu got up early, the meal was put aside, and the heat was still spreading. After eating, he went to the next room, where Ye Lao was reading, with a good posture and elegant appearance.

Ye Fu pouted and walked over, touched a charcoal pen on the table, and added a horizontal to the "bowl".

Looking up, Ye Lao was still looking at the book in a daze, and everything was silent.

Ye Fu took a look, ran out to chase chickens, and even found pheasants, the kind with beautiful feathers.

In the afternoon, Ye Fu, who had enough of the wild, returned to the house, holding a colorful chicken tail in his hand.

Walking into the study, Ye Lao was not there.

Maybe sleeping.

Ye Fu leaned over to look at Ye Lao's desk, which was full of pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and a pure white feather was drawn on the plain paper.

Because of the ink painted around it, the white in the middle looks very light.

Ye Fu touched the white feathers with his hand, coldly, looked at the colorful cocktail in his hand again, his eyes rolled slightly, and ran out again.

After a while, the chickens and dogs jumped up, and Ye Fu was hugging an old hen and trying to pull the white feathers on its wings.

Ye Lao was woken up, walked to the yard, and happened to see Ye Fu kneeling on the sand, grizzled, dirty, holding the chicken woman.

"What is Ah Fu doing?"

"Grandpa, look!" Ye Fu gritted his teeth, and with all his might, he held a white feather in his hand, and the feather was still scarlet.

Ye Fu showed Ye Lao chicken feathers, ran into the study again, and put it on the painting, "Grandpa, do you like chicken feathers, I plucked them for you, look, the same." It's just not as white as you paint. ”

Ye Lao looked at the child for a long time and did not speak.

Quietly walked to the desk, collected the pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and picked up a book again and put it on the desk.

Took the feathers in Ye Fu's hands, wiped them clean with paper and grinded them flat, and sandwiched them on the title page of the book.

"Thank you, Ah Fu, the outer justice is good for a bookmark."

Ye Fu's eyes smiled crookedly, and he took out a colorful pheasant tail from his clothes pocket: "Grandpa, I also want a bookmark!" ”

Ye Lao did not take it immediately, but took out a notebook from the drawer, and the beautiful and vigorous small characters flowed out from the tip of the pen: On December 24, Ah Fu sent a bookmark to Bai Yu. At the end, I lightly ticked the box.

"Grandpa?"

"This is what Ah Fu gave to my grandfather, and I also want to record it."

After speaking, he took Ye Fu's colorful feathers and began to make new bookmarks.

Ye Fu put the two small books together and looked at them carefully.

When the bookmark is done, it is a large and a small two, saying that it can be used when Ah Fu grows up.

Ye Fu looked up, there was a stack of palm-sized books at the far right end of the bookshelf, and she pointed: "Grandpa, is that for me?" ”

As he spoke, he held up a small bookmark as long as his index finger, "This is just enough to fit in!" ”

Like discovering something terrible, Ye Fu was extremely happy.

"Then does Ah Fu want to see it?"

Ye Fu's eyebrows wrinkled together, to learn words, literacy, it seems to be very troublesome, and the teachers in the school are very fierce, Ye Fu looked at the gentle grandfather, afraid that he would kill himself, so he shook his head.

After dinner, Ye Fu sat on the bed, holding his head and thinking, he didn't sleep at nine o'clock.

"Ah Fu, it's time to sleep."

Grandpa was dressed in a cotton robe and came in with a lamp, "Ah Fu, will you be scared at night?" ”

"Don't be afraid." Ye Fu retracted the quilt and said proudly, "I have long slept alone!" ”

"Hmm." Ye Lao paused, didn't say anything, and left with the lantern.

The next morning, Ye Fu was a little earlier than in previous days, just in time to have dinner with his grandfather.

After eating, we went to the study together and drew a horizontal line in the notebook. Then squatted in the corner of the study.

Ye Fu struggled for a long time, grinding and chirping and walked to the desk, Ye Lao looked intently at the palm-sized book in his hand.

"Grandpa?"

"Hmm." Ye Lao raised his head.

"What is Grandpa looking at?"

"Pinocchio."

"Puppet, I've only seen scarecrows, what is a puppet like?"

"It's about the same as a scarecrow, but it's brought to life by a puppeteer, it can talk, it can walk."

"Really?" Ye Fu's eyes lit up.

"Can Grandpa tell me?" Ye Fu opened his own small book, and drew a person crookedly on it, with a head and a hand, "This is a storyteller, I draw a horizontal, grandpa tell me okay?" ”

"Hmm. When the puppet is made, it goes out to play, and it only laughs, and it laughs at everything it encounters. At first, a little rabbit injured his foot, and he went to help him bandage it, and he smiled brightly, and the little rabbit praised him. Then he met the old woman, but then her smile was out of place. ”

"What's wrong?"

"The old woman was in pain, and she felt that the puppet's laughter seemed to be laughing at her."

"The puppet was wronged by the old woman, and it was painful, but it could only laugh and its head was like it had exploded."

"What does it want to do?"

"What does Ah Fu think?"

"Cry. It's good to cry a little. Wow, I like to cry. ”

Well, at this moment a witch passed by and waved her magic wand, and the corners of the puppet's grinning mouth stretched out, and she cried bitterly. The shrine maiden gave it other emotions. ”

"Hmm." Ye Fu propped his head and ticked the storytelling, "Thank you, grandpa!" ”

Ye Lao nodded, put down the small book, and picked up his own to look at.

Ye Fu was reluctant, but he still went out to chase the chicken, chased and sighed, and sat in the yard in a daze.

"You can't cry, you can only laugh, how miserable it is. What about the chicks, you can only giggle, you can't talk like me. ”

Ye Fu touched the door and entered, and his small body rubbed the edge of the room.

"Ah Fu, what about being a rag?"

"Huh?"

"I said you, get your clothes dirty."

"Oh!"

Ye Fu saw his grandfather talking to him, rushed over, stepped on the bench, and asked, "Grandpa." You taught me to read, right? ”

"What book does Ah Fu want to read?"

Ye Fu's eyes swept a row of bookshelves, and finally landed on the stack of small books.

"I teach Ah Fu to read, can Ah Fu tell me a story?"

"Yes, you can! What does Grandpa want to hear? ”

"Then one a day."

"Grandpa, I can't learn that fast. That's a lot of words in a story! ”

"I said Ah Fu can, Ah Fu can."

Ye Fu's eyes widened and tilted his head: "Huh? ”

Ye Lao smiled, as if he had been prepared for a long time. Take out those literacy books and tools.

Spring to autumn, it has been three years, Ye Fu is ten years old.

A small stack of books on the shelves has been memorized.

"Grandpa, will you tell you about Little Red Riding Hood today?"

"Well, what Ah Fu says, grandpa will listen to."

Ye Fu's voice was soft and glutinous, but she spoke clearly, and Ye Lao poured her a cup of tea on the side.

After a while, Little Red Riding Hood successfully rescued her grandmother.

"Grandpa, I think these stories are all heard by children, and now that I'm older, are there any stories that older children can read?"

"What does Ah Fu like?"

"Immortals, goblins, I've heard people put them on the scene in town."

"Then Ah Fu needs to learn some more things to understand that kind of story."

"Okay, grandpa teach me!"

"Ah Fu, we have to have a fun time first."

Grandpa smiled lightly and took out a dark yellow disc from the bookcase, and transcribed the words on it one by one on the paper.

Ye Fu took the disc, on top is a four-layer circle, can be turned. In addition to heaven and earth, water and fire, east and west, north and south, other words Ye Fu does not know.

"After Ah Fu memorizes it, you can learn other stories told by your grandfather."

"Good!"

Ye Fu held the disc to study, look up the words of the text, after the words are recognized, began to ponder its order, correspondence, transformation.

Ye Lao will also explain a little bit every day, and time will pass over time. At that time, the promised story was told by Ye Fu in his spare time.

Later, Ye Fu learned that the fairy monster she was talking about was "Journey to the West".

"Ah Fu, your adoptive parents called and said that they had enrolled you in the school and enrolled in September."

"Grandpa, can I not go?"

"Ah Fu can't live in the mountains all his life, didn't he say to see the most beautiful scenery and listen to the most moving stories?"

"But ......"

"Ah Fu, go ahead, no matter what, face it first, good and bad, it's all like that."

Before leaving, her grandfather sent her to the foot of Shouyang Mountain.

"Ah Fu, are you afraid of forgetting?"

"Huh?"

"If one day, Ah Fu encountered something unhappy, even forgot his grandfather, but also forgot himself, must remember, don't be afraid, your heart will always protect you."

"Hmm. Grandpa, Ah Fu will not forget you, I will come back to see you often. Ye Fu left with a smile, and there was a notebook in his bag, which was a record book that he was used to since he was a child.

The previous memories are all in my grandfather's house.,This is a new book.。

Ye Fu wrote a "leaf" on the top, drew a circle, and smiled to welcome a new life.