It's getting colder.

The wind came from somewhere, into our necks, into our sleeves, so cold. The new padded jacket that my mother bought for us was reluctant to wear, but it was still cold. There is wind everywhere in the house, and the best haven is under the covers. So, every night we said goodbye early and got into our own quilts. The quilt was hard and cold, and we shrunk down to sleep.

I really don't want to get out of bed in the morning. Why do you want to study (the parents organized everyone to go to school the day after their "acquittal")? I wish I had been under the covers. But no. Mom and Dad have already cooked the porridge. The charcoal in the torch we used to bake the fire was already red. Mom had already covered my underwear when she had changed my underwear. I had to get up.

After eating the porridge, we followed my father and mother to school. The frost and wind were blowing on my face, and I felt that my nose and ears were frozen. The fields are white.

The stacks of firewood at Grandpa Hao's door, the stacks of straw, and the dry weeds that fell to the ground in the field were all covered with a thick layer of frost. The water in the paddy fields was covered with thick ice, and I tried to step on it, but it didn't crack. You stomp hard before it cracks. The slow water area by the creek also froze.

The most feared thing about this kind of frosty day is crossing the plank bridge. The plank bridge was also covered with a thin layer of frost, so slippery. No one dares to run on it anymore. There was water vapor on the surface of the river.

My father held my hand, I held my mother's hand, and my mother held Hao Junqi's hand, and the four of us walked cautiously, all looking down at our feet.

My father kept telling us to be careful. Even so, there are times when you slip, and once you slip, you hurriedly collect your feet, and cold sweat is already on your back.

When the bridge was finally crossed, everyone breathed a long sigh of relief. We can frolic a few more times. My father always stopped me harshly, but my mother didn't say anything.

Yongtai Primary School was built at the head of the village of Yongtai Village. A bluestone road passes through the school gate, passes through a pavilion, and leads to the village. The pavilion is very old, and when you stand in it, you can see that the beams are rotten, and you can see the blue sky through those gaps.

The teachers repeatedly told us not to stay in the pavilion, but we always ignored the teachers' orders and ran in and out of the pavilion as soon as we got out of class.

By the pavilion, on the side of the road, on the school playground, there are two very old trees, one is a camphor tree, and the other is a camphor tree, and the other I can't name. Both trees have thick waists, and it took a few of us children together to wrap them in a circle.

Out of the pavilion, there is a stone arch bridge with only one arch, and a small stream runs through the bridge.

It is said to be a school, but in fact there is only one house, a bungalow, a brick house, and a very flat kind of green brick. There are three rooms, two larger ones are classrooms, and one small and slightly longer is my parents' office. The office door faces the hallway.

We are a double type teaching, one for the first and second grades, one for the third, fourth and fifth grades, and there are only two teachers, one is my father and the other is my mother.

I sat with Hao Junqi in the third, fourth, and fifth grade classrooms. Hao Junqi is in the third grade, and I am in the fourth grade, sitting at the same table and sitting on a long, low stool. The ground is uneven. When you look up, you can see the beams, the green tiles, and the spider silk hanging from the green tiles.

The tables and stools that had been knocked to the ground by someone unknown were lifted up one by one. The words written on the blackboard to bring down Zheng Rensen and Yan Qi were erased as soon as I entered the classroom on the first day of resuming classes.

The classroom was once again full of vibrancy. When I entered the classroom, I felt more comfortable than sleeping under the quilt, although the air was still so dry and cold.

That morning, as soon as we entered the classroom, my classmates gathered around.

"Zheng Qihang, we heard that Teacher Zheng and Teacher Yan are going back to the city as soon as the semester is over, is that so?" The students asked.

"No, how can there be such a thing?"

"Don't lie to us, we've all heard." A classmate who lives in Yongtai said.

"The new teacher hasn't come, why are my parents leaving?" I'm confident, "Don't talk nonsense." ”

"It's two substitute teachers."

"Not a substitute teacher. What is it, what the people, the teachers of the people. Ri Xiao grabbed a white sentence.

Needless to say, after my "comeback", Rixiao, Choi Xiao, Yongfu and several other children from the East Gate gathered around me again. But I didn't accept the man who whispered in the thin man's ear because I despised his personality, but I didn't isolate him as much as I deliberately isolated the thin man.

The thin man has completely lost his heart and has become very lonely. His father was killed by lightning because he deliberately wanted to kill me, which became a joke in the village, prompting him to hate me more and more, but this hatred could only be suppressed in his heart.

Because of my father's death, the thin man is no longer as idle as he used to be, and he always wants to "fight for power" with me, and now he often comes home quickly after school - he has to help his mother with his work.

For some reason, every time I see the thin man doing some hard physical work, such as chopping wood or carrying water, I feel a little ashamed, after all, his fate has changed because of me.

"What kind of teacher is Mindai? It's a private teacher. Cai Xiao corrected.

"Where did you get the news, why don't I know anything about it? Don't talk nonsense about things you don't know. "I'm a little stuck in my heart, and at the same time I'm a little angry. They are so convinced, it seems that it is not groundless.

"That's it anyway. Otherwise, Zheng Qihang, you can ask your parents and you will know the truth immediately. A classmate who lives in Yongtai suggested.

"Okay, I'll ask right away, so that you don't have to spread rumors."

I walked out of the classroom quickly, and Hao Junqi followed behind me. I know my eye circles should be red.

The note had not been completely removed, the two worn desks that had been knocked down had been put back in place, and the scattered teaching books and the exercise books we had handed in had been rearranged and placed neatly on the desks.

Father and mother sat at their desks, and they looked at us in amazement.

"What's the matter?" Father asked.

"Is there something going on in the class? Such a calm face? "Mother is careful.

"Let me ask you, are you going back to the city as soon as the semester is over?"

"yes. What's wrong? Father asked.

"Why don't you tell me?" My father's reply completely shattered my faith.

"Is it necessary to tell you about this kind of thing?"

"My classmates know about it, but I'm still in the dark." Tears welled up in my eyes. The thin man tortured me like that, I wouldn't shed tears like this.

"It's for this, it's Mom and Dad who ignored it." My mother came up to me. "How do you shed tears well, don't you want to go back to the city? Mom and Dad have been looking forward to this day for a long time. As soon as you go back to the city, you can go to the school in the city, and your parents can also go to the school in the city to teach, what a good thing, you should be happy. ”

"I don't want to go to any city school, I don't want to go back to any city!" I couldn't help but stomp my feet and get excited.

Hao Junqi turned around and ran out.

"Kiki," I cried. I ran out of the office.

"Set sail," my mother called me from behind.

Hao Junqi ran back to the classroom and lay on the desk, I shook her little arm and she didn't look up. I knew she was crying quietly. Her worst fears were about to happen, how could she not be sad?

The students gathered around.

But my father walked into the classroom with the textbooks, and they had to go back to their places.

I don't have any memory of what my father was teaching in this class. I didn't even have the heart to listen to the lectures. My attention is all on Hao Junqi.

Hao Junqi didn't lie on the table for a long time, she wiped away her tears as soon as her father started the lecture and listened carefully.

But I knew she was as shaken as I was.

I couldn't figure out why my parents had to go back to the city.

I remember that since the spring of this year, Hao Junqi has been paying attention to whether I will return to the city every now and then.

I hooked up with her, and I also swore that I was from Dongmen, a native of Dongmen, and I would never return to the city, even if my parents returned to the city, I would not return to the city.

Now, as soon as the news of my parents' return to the city was confirmed, my heart panicked. Can I still swear by that?

My parents are back in town, and how likely I am to stay at the East Gate is something I have to face.

……

We got along awkwardly for the rest of the day. Hao Junqi's mood has changed a lot. She's always angry with me, often angry with me for no reason.

On the way to and from school, they would get angry with me because I walked faster, pouting and ignoring me, or deliberately falling behind the good and casually kicking the stones on the side of the road;

On the weekend, she deliberately did not sit on the back of the same cow as me, she would climb on the back of other people's cows and talk and laugh with that person, knowing that I cared about her actions and ignored me so much;

Often he sat alone on the trunk of the date tree in front of the grave, and when I walked to her, she would leave at once;

When I jumped "house" at the door, I used to be noisy and wanted to be with me, but now I am noisy and not with me......

However, when she gets angry, she always takes the initiative to talk to me.

I really don't know what kind of psychology she has.

Time passed minute by minute, and the days we spent together were really numbered.