On Saturdays and Sundays, Chen Yue carried a square chair and stool to the courtyard, and returned to the room to get the exercise book. He started his homework, and the topics were all very simple, and he quickly finished writing a book. When faced with the math problem, he became a little absent-minded, and a thinking problem completely stumped him, so he returned to his study and took out a piece of scratch paper, and concentrated on the calculation.

On this Saturday day, most children choose to stay at home and do their homework. But at this time, Jiang Yang slipped into the oil field and sang happily. He was holding a large white plastic bag full of plastic bottles. He walked on the path of the oil field, thinking of the people he liked, and his face was filled with indescribable happiness.

Walking out of the oil field road, he saw a railway, the insert under the track has been embroidered, I am afraid that it has been a long time since the train has passed. Jiang Yang crossed the railway into an unfamiliar village, until he came to a very remote place, full of potholes, few houses, only a few tiled houses next to each other. He immediately left the place, running and running, and when he needed to cross a ditch, his eyes suddenly blinked and stopped, and a plastic bottle on the surface of the water caught his attention. He thought about it for a while, but he didn't hesitate to wet his shoes, jumped into the ditch, and splashed a cloud of sewage. Just as he stretched out his hand to take the plastic bottle on the water, he was instantly stunned. Not far from the plastic bottle, a flower snake appeared. The flower snake didn't move, and neither did he. He observed: the snake had orange-red skin, its body curled up in the mud, and its tail sticking out of the water. "No, no, oh my god this is—I shouldn't have seen me, but it wasn't a coincidence that I was bitten for that dime. Jiang Yang thought, and screamed out of the ditch.

He set aside the white bag in his hand, picked up a large brick at his feet, and threw it at the snake, which was still unmoving, and plopped - the brick hit the tail of the flower snake. The flower snake panicked, and its curly body quickly stretched out and swam. Jiang Yang thought that he would be frightened and go back to his nest, but the flower snake did not, but swam out again, as if guessing his thoughts, hiding under the plastic bottle to challenge him. "Forget it," Jiang Yang dispelled his thoughts.

He walked to the stone bricks at the entrance of an alley and sat down, turned the bag containing the plastic bottle he was carrying and dusted it down, and the plastic bottle fell out.

"One pair, two pairs, three pairs..."Jiang Yang counted carefully, counted one pair, and threw it into the bag. Eight pairs. Jiang Yang threw in the last bottle dissatisfied, "Add one, nineteen, that is, 1 9, I'll calculate..."He lay on the stone bricks and thought: A total of 15 yuan, 12 yuan has been saved at home, plus the current 1 9, that is, there are still 11 left!

Jiang Yang lay on the stone bricks and rested for a while. Behind him, there was a sudden sound of children's laughter, and he climbed up with interest. The three children were squatting in the seedling field below, they were catching crabs around a depression in the seedling field, the crabs opened their tough pincers and pointed at the three children who were sticking out their heads, the children were a little helpless at first, but they did not give up, they thought of an idea, and wrapped it around the depression. At this moment, the crab in the depression spun around helplessly, and the three children laughed happily.

"Hey, kid." Jiang Yang shouted at the three children. One of the children realized that someone was shouting from above and stood up and looked up.

"Hello kid, can you help me take that bottle?"

The child looked in the direction of Jiang Yang's finger, and there was indeed a bottle, so he ran over and picked it up. A little higher, the bottle spun around in the air a few times and fell again. "Ahh Jiang Yang lay on it to cheer him up, and then held his hands away, ready to meet the bottle thrown up.

But the boy couldn't throw it three times, and finally gave up. He cursed in his heart: Where is a nervous disorder, hurry up and get out, can you do this broken bottle? "Why don't you come down and get it yourself?" After he finished speaking angrily, he didn't care about Jiang Yang, ran away, and continued to catch crabs with his two friends.

"Huh?" Jiang Yang also wanted to encourage him. Seeing that he had already run away, he had to get up and paddle down the hill and pick up the bottle.

Towards noon, Jiang Yang left this strange village, returned to the oil field, and returned to the road. He sold all the plastic bottles he had collected in the morning for a total of 2 yuan. The owner of the recycling plant handed him the two-dollar bill, and he was so happy that he walked home and came home with a happy heart.

Jiang Yang jumped on the way home. Chen Yue, who was sitting in the yard doing homework, heard footsteps outside the door, put down her pen and looked out the door. He guessed that it should be Jiang Yang, and it turned out to be him.

Passing by the door of Chen Yue's house, Jiang Yang turned around and smiled at him. Chen Yue was about to open his mouth to call him, but he had already hurried through the gate, turned a corner and walked into his own door.

In the afternoon, Chen Yue had already finished all his homework on weekends and weekends, and it was boring to stay at home, so he opened the math workbook and wrote a section later, and after writing, he found that it was even more difficult to spend time. So he thought of calling Jiang Yang to go to the park to play together, but Jiang Yang's mother came over and told him: He had run out and was not at home.

"Since I'm not at home, I must have gone to the park." Chen Yue thought so, said hello to the family and went out. He spared the whole park and didn't see Jiang Yang's figure, and finally sat down on the lawn in disappointment, looking at the children in front of him. They stood on the cradle and played vigorously, shouting and cheering from time to time.

After looking for a long time, Jiang Yang looked at the bottles he picked up in his hand, there were pitiful few, and he could clearly know without opening the bag: there were only 2. It's no wonder that he only picked up so many in the morning, and there are still traces on the road that he just came. He walked again to the railroad where he had come in the morning, looked at the villages on both sides of the road and in front of him, shook his head and walked back.

Back on the road, he wanted to look down the street. I searched carefully, but the effect was not ideal, and there was none. Of course, the handyman who came to sweep the road early in the morning had already collected all the things that were left on the street and could be sold.

After walking a long way and still not having any hope, he was ready to give up, go home to rest and rest, and come back tomorrow to look for it. He was just about to turn around, when his right foot in mid-air turned around mechanically and headed towards the street, "Just kidding, I want to go back after just looking for a while, no, let's take a look ahead." It's still early anyway. He cheered himself up. So, he searched for a while, but he was really helpless. The empty streets, with nothing but passing cars and a thick layer of dust. He turned his attention away from the concrete floor below and saw a path not far away. He looked briefly at the structure of the path, the narrow path that curved westward, leading into the depths. "Another strange village." Jiang Yang thought so, and made a decision to go there to find out.

Leaving the street, luck took a turn, and it didn't take long to cross the alley intersection. He found a large bottle of finished drink on the balcony outside a window. His mood was much better in a blink of an eye. Every time he picked up a bottle, he counted it. Now, there are 8 in the carry-on plastic bag. Keep looking, and you'll be able to return with a full load in no time. Ten bottles can be exchanged for 1 dollar at the garbage recycling plant, and the goal is accomplished.

Jiang Yang was very excited at the moment, and walked through the alleys in the village. He knew the main road to the street, and he could get out of it no matter how much he went. He was only one bottle away from the end, and he walked out of an alley, humming a song with a smile on his face. Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared in front of him, "This-" Jiang Yang retreated sideways to the base of the wall in surprise. The man pushed open the door, holding a light green basin in his hand, poured sewage into the sewer, and when he raised his head and was about to go home, he noticed a person about ten meters away from the corner of his eye, and immediately recognized it, put down the basin and ran. He couldn't believe such an unprovoked coincidence. Zhang Pingping, who was sitting in front of her seat, actually met him here.

"Huh? Why are you here? Zhang Pingping ran up to him and asked, only two steps away from him.

"Let's play!" Jiang Yang replied casually, and then asked her, "Then why are you here?" As soon as the voice fell, I realized how stupid the question was.

"I stay here! You too? ”

"Nope."

"Where do you stay?"

"Far to the north, behind the granary." Jiang Yang pointed to the intersection as he spoke. The direction of the finger is not north, but south. Fortunately, Zhang Pingping has no sense of direction, where is the grain depot? She wasn't impressed. After speaking, Jiang Yang began to leave towards the "north", and Zhang Pingping also followed him shoulder to shoulder, and went home just on the same road. When she looked down, she accidentally found that Jiang Yang was holding a white bag in his hand, which seemed to contain a lot of things.

"What is this?" She asked.

What shouldn't have come is coming. How do you answer, on a Saturday afternoon, run out to pick up bottles? What a shame! He wanted to make up a reason to deceive him, but he found it difficult to hide it, so he hesitated and said, "Ah, it's nothing. He slowly lifted the bag in his hand and raised his hand to unfold the mouth of the bag. I don't have a pen to write, I want to sell some money to buy a fountain pen. ”

"I see." Zhang Pingping believed that she really responded. Look at the bottles piled up in his bag. She tilted her head a little puzzled and asked him, "Is it enough to buy it all if you sell it all here?" Jiang Yang really wanted to end this ridiculous conversation, he felt that he didn't need to answer, there was still a bottle to find, and it would be dark if he continued to consume. He tried to run away, but out of politeness, he didn't.

"One more than that."

"Oh," Zhang Pingping stopped, because she had already arrived home. She looked at Jiang Yang who walked away: he was wearing a dark gray baseball cap on his head, a white coat and white sweatpants, the back of the gown and pants were stained with dirt, and there were dirty broken shoes under his feet, and he could see that the shoes were still wet. Zhang Pingping felt pity for him and suddenly called out to him: "Wait a minute! ”

Jiang Yang looked back at her strangely, only to see her come to him, staring down at the bag in his hand. She whispered, "My family needs plastic bottled water recently, can you give me the bottle in your hand?" Hearing her request, Jiang Yang's face was full of surprise. ——- water? He asked in a lengthened tone.

"Hmm." Zhang Pingping affirmed.

"How much water can you hold in such a small bottle, look at the basin behind you, it has to be able to hold more than 20 bottles of mine."

However, Zhang Pingping ignored his words and interrupted him, "Give you a piece, and you give me all the plastic bottles." As she spoke, she took out a dollar bill from the waist of her dress and handed it over.

Jiang Yang wanted to refuse, but when he heard her, he said: "It's all right to help your classmates." He thought: What a good classmate, I only thought she was weird before, but I didn't expect her to be quite helpful.

After taking the banknote, Jiang Yang was embarrassed to put it in his pocket, but immediately reached out to her the bag full of plastic bottles in his hand. But at this time, Zhang Pingping quickly pushed his hand away and said, "No need." After saying that, he said goodbye, ran home in a panic, and closed the door.

Jiang Yang stood in place with her mouth open, there was only this possibility: she didn't want these plastic bottles in the first place, she just gave me a dollar unilaterally, but why is this? The relationship should not be good enough to this extent, and at school, giving up her seat is also a helpless move, let alone helping her. He stared blankly at the inverted blessing word on the door of Zhang Pingping's house and fell into deep thought.

A gust of wind blew, and the banknote in his hand swayed violently, Jiang Yang was still thinking about his thoughts, and he didn't pay attention, the banknote flew away against the wind and flew away between his fingers, hovering in the air. After a while, he gently shook himself and landed on the stones by the side of the road. Jiang Yang ran over and picked it up. He stood there and expressed his most sincere gratitude to Zhang Pingping in his heart.

"What a blessing!" Jiang Yang smiled happily, touched the one-yuan banknote and looked at the big bag of plastic bottles in his hand, very happy. He came to a narrow dirt road, looked at both sides of the road, and walked in a direction familiar to the people, a stone wall connected the houses to the road, and Jiang Yang walked out of it.

Back home. Her mother was sweeping the dead leaves that had fallen from the persimmon tree in front of the yard, and Jiang Yang said hello to her mother and walked into the house. He sat down at his desk, pulled open the drawer, and found a small square box, a box of bubblegum that had been eaten. He slowly opened it and put in the money he had worked so hard to save up that afternoon, closing the box. But he was immediately a little uneasy, reopened it, put his head in the drawer, and counted carefully with both hands. "Fifteen and nine cents......" He was overjoyed, straightened his chest and closed the drawer, and happily ran to the corridor to cheer: "Haha, great! That's great! ”

The mother was still cleaning in the yard, and when she heard her child crying for inexplicable joy, she stopped what she was doing and looked at her strangely, "Oh! What's wrong, what's wrong, 100 points on the exam or picking up money on the road? He ran to his mother's side, picked up the broom in his mother's hand, and said with a smile, "Mom, I'll help you sweep." The mother stood on the threshold of the kitchen and looked at her child incredulously, "What a strange thing, what could make him so willing to help with the housework?" She thought to herself, and found that he was really diligent and careful in sweeping the floor, and her mother's face showed a smile that was rare under the brown spots.

After cleaning the yard in high spirits, Jiang Yang returned the broom to his mother. Then he went into his study, and ran out again, and he beckoned to his mother, "I'll go out for a while." ”

"Just came back and want to go out?"

"Play and come back."

"It's late, don't go out." Mother persuaded.

"Don't worry, I'll be back before dark." Jiang Yang beckoned to his mother before leaving and ran out.

On the opposite side is Chen Yue's house, and the gates are all hardcore doors. The door was open, and an old bicycle with embroidery could be seen in the courtyard of Chen Yue's house. "Looks like his dad is back."

After running for almost half an hour, Jiang Yang stopped in front of a bookstore out of breath. There is a signboard hanging on the bookstore, with a few large italics written in white letters on a red background: Xinhua Bookstore. He walked in.

The store is spacious and well-equipped. Rows of bookshelves lead to the other end, filled with books.

Jiang Yang walked to the white bookshelf and squinted his eyes to carefully search for the title on it. He craned his neck and slowly moved his body to the other end of the shelf. After searching the first row, he found that it was all children's magazines and juvenile comics. He sighed as he looked at the stacked bookshelves in front of him and the dense books on the shelves, then shrugged his shoulders and walked weakly to the new shelves to find them. At this time, a lady in a light blue uniform walked beside him, and asked him kindly and softly, "Excuse me, which book are you looking for?" ”

Jiang Yang didn't look back and replied: "How Steel is Made"

"On the second floor." The lady explained to him and directed him up the stairs.

When he came to the second floor, the salesman on the second floor helped him quickly find the book. Jiang Yang picked up the book on the table, looked at it in all directions, and was frightened by the thickness of the book, "So thick!" He paid attention to the price behind the book, walked to the checkout counter and took out his favorite box, which was the money he had saved so hard, most of it was breakfast money. He thought it was easy to hold back the hunger of the morning, so he saved it little by little, and now it was finally time to use it. Jiang Yang didn't feel distressed at all, paid the money, and walked out of the store happily with the book.

On Sunday, Jiang Yang slept brightly, and when he got up from the bed, there was a small conversation between his mother and Chen Yue in the courtyard.

"Chen Yue, come and sit in the house." Mother was very welcoming. But Chen Yue was embarrassed to enter the house and sat on the steps of the courtyard. The mother walked into Jiang Yang's room and said, "Get up, the sun is on your buttocks." Looking at Jiang Yang, who was getting dressed, her mother returned to the kitchen with confidence.

"Let's watch TV together." Jiang Yang waved his hand, and Chen Yue happily got up and walked into the house.

Passing through the living room, he followed Jiang Yang into the bedroom, which was neatly organized, the TV was placed on a table full of toys, there was no sofa or chair, and they had to sit on the bed.

Jiang Yang turned on the TV. As soon as I turned to the cartoon, there was a roar of fighting. The sound woke the man who was sleeping on the bed, and the man immediately threw away the white blanket and looked up to say something, but immediately fell back to his stomach. "Brother, keep your voice down, okay?" The younger sister covered her face in the sheet and made a hoarse pleading. It turned out that she had just returned from the hospital with a high fever and was extremely tired.

Jiang Yang lowered the volume of the TV, and they continued to watch the cartoon. But soon, Chen Yue inadvertently noticed that Jiang Yang's sister kept shaking her body slightly, and it could be seen that the sound still affected her from sleeping. He put his mouth next to Jiang Yang's ear and whispered, "Jiang Yang, let's go to the park to play." ”

The TV is on. Soon, Jiang Yang's sister fell asleep.

It wasn't until almost half past 12 noon that Jiang Yang and Chen Yue went home for dinner. When he entered the door, Jiang Yang suddenly said to Chen Yue: "I have something to do in the afternoon, you can play by yourself." Chen Yue wanted to ask him what was the matter, but he still responded with a hum.

At the dinner table, Jiang Yang began to think about his next plan, and once he decided, he would implement it immediately. At two o'clock in the afternoon, Jiang Yang walked back and forth in the room, reading the book in his hand, he was very impatient, and the words in it were dense, turning from beginning to end. "Oh my God, can you finish this?" He said to himself.

"Boom... Knock...."My sister knocked on the door and walked in, and Jiang Yang immediately put the book on the table. My sister was sleepy-eyed and asked in a vague voice, "Brother, Chen Yue came to my house to play in the morning, right?" ”

"Well, how is your illness, look like you're still listless."

My sister whispered, "Much better." Then he turned and fell asleep again.

After his sister left, Jiang Yang picked up the book again and flipped through it. After reading enough, he closed the book and put it in his trouser belt to hide it, and put on his coat.

When he came to the door of Gu Ling's house, his heart was pounding, and he paid attention to the side of the road, there were not many pedestrians on the road, only two old men passed by together. Jiang Yang waited for them to go away, then came to the door, and was about to knock on the door, he thought: Wait, will it be inappropriate to come to her house to deliver books like this. It's fine if Gu Ling opens the door, but I'm not sure her parents are at home. He put down his hand, looked down at the indentation on the stone slab under his feet, stopped for a minute, raised his head and raised his hand again to knock on the door, but he still felt relieved: would it be better to go to school tomorrow and give it to her, what if I gave it to her like this, causing her parents to misunderstand and get angry? No way! He turned to go back, and before he had taken half a step, he flicked his legs back again. He looked down again at the intaglio under the original slate, and after a while, he thought of a good idea. Driven by courage and a solution, he knocked on the iron door in front of him. Soon, the door slowly opened from the middle to the sides. Jiang Yang was a little lost, in front of him was a woman in her 40s, in such a hot weather, wearing a large puffed coat with a vest inside, looking quite shabby, but also a serious mother.

"You are..."

"Hello, is this Gu Ling's family?" Jiang Yang asked boldly.

"Hmm, looking for Gu Ling?" Mother asked curiously. "What's the matter?"

"That, I'm her squad leader." Jiang Yang replied confidently, picked up the book in his hand and handed it to his mother, saying, "Lend her this book to read." ”

The mother took the book, and finally understood the strange child's intentions, and when she was impressed with the child, she took a few steps back and raised her hand, and said, "Shall I call her to come in and sit down?" ”

"No, no," Jiang Yang hurriedly waved his hand and said, "I have to go home now, you can help me convey it to Gu Ling." After speaking, Jiang Yang smiled and left.

The mother hurriedly came out and politely shouted at the boy's back, "That's really troublesome for you to run." After speaking, he entered the house and closed the door, "Gu Ling, your classmate is here." "Who?" Gu Ling's voice came from the back room.

"Look." Mother had already come to Gu Ling's room and put the book on her desk.

"Ah, "How Steel is Made"!" Gu Ling picked up the book excitedly and packed up the textbooks placed under her hands, she wanted to appreciate this masterpiece immediately. The book is a middle-aged man wearing a red five-star military hat, with a resolute expression, and half of his body is set off on the snow.

She turned the first page and asked her mother, "Mom, did you buy it?" "No, your squad leader just came to borrow it from you, and he was quite embarrassed to stand outside the door and not come in." Mother said and smiled.

Gu Ling immediately complained: "Mom." She looked at her mother with some displeasure, "It's all your fault, I told you to buy it for me a long time ago, but you just don't buy it, and you have to borrow it from others, it's so thick, when will I see it?" ”

Mother came to Gu Ling's side unhurriedly, comforted her and said, "It's okay, your squad leader didn't say when he would pay it back, you can return him after reading it, don't worry, don't worry."

"Got it."

"Good." The mother bent down, picked up a wad of paper that had landed at the foot of her daughter's desk, and walked out of the room.

The book did get in place. But the affection was given to the squad leader. From time to time on his way home, he regretted the stupid method he had come up with. But I was really nervous just now, and for the sake of safety, it was okay to be peaceful. That's it. He went home, leaning back in his desk and chair, his hands behind the back of his head, staring at the ceiling and thinking about his thoughts. "Ugh." Ten minutes later, he sighed and reluctantly picked up the homework book on the table and began to write. The homework on weekends and weekends has not been touched, and the questions in it make him scratch his scalp. He walked to the living room to check the time, returned to his room, and walked out with all the homework books and workbooks that needed to be completed on weekends, preparing to go to Chen Yue's house to speed up the efficiency of the operation.

At this time, my sister was sitting alone at the dinner table to eat, and when she saw her brother's move, she called out to him and asked, "Why are you going?" ”

Jiang Yang saw that his sister's spirit was improving, came to her side, and happily cared: "Dear sister, you better eat more food to recuperate, don't worry about your brother." ”

But she knew that her brother was going to copy his homework, so she pursed the corners of her mouth and said, "If you are in a bad mood one day, tell Dad." ”

"Oh! My sister is the best, how could she be so cruel to me. Jiang Yang said with a smile, walked behind his sister, tucked the homework book around his waist, and gently brushed his sister's upturned ponytail with his hand.

The younger sister silently lowered her head and continued to eat, and Jiang Yang strode to Chen Yue's house. He glanced towards Chen Yue's courtyard, then opened the door and walked in. Chen Yue was sitting in the room bored drawing, holding a short pencil in her hand, the tip of the pen was thick, and she was drawing a tiger of her imagination on the drawing paper, several strange shapes were put together, the picture was rough and extremely ugly. Just as he picked up the eraser and tried to modify his limbs, he heard the sound of clanging bells at the gate, and he immediately understood: it must be Jiang Yang. He dropped his pencil and ran out.

Jiang Yang entered the house with a pile of books, and sighed: "Chen Yue, bring the homework and borrow it from me to copy, otherwise it will be over." ”

Chen Yue returned to the room and brought all the homework that had been written. They sat at the large living room table. The room is very large, but the furniture and furnishings are a little pitiful, four benches surround a large table, there is a shoe rack nailed up with wooden boards in the corner of the wall, and there is an ancient rectangular table on the innermost wall of the living room, and there is a large poem mural of "Spring and Snow in Qinyuan" hanging above the table. "Again—chemistry." Jiang Yang found a new sample and quickly copied it. Chen Yue knelt on the bench, her arms propped up on the big table, looked at him habitually, and happily talked to him a lot. It was almost 5 o'clock in the evening, and Jiang Yang knew that this was the time period when Chen Yue's father came back, so he packed up his homework book. "I'll borrow the math to copy it at home, and I'll pay it back to you tomorrow." "yes, okay." Chen Yue nodded briskly.

At night. After Gu Ling finished washing, he sat back on the desk and turned on the lamp. She continued to read the open book, and when she finished reading the first chapter, she wrote her thoughts in the space behind the chapter, and closed the book. It's almost 9 o'clock bedtime. She stood up and yawned and walked out into the yard, breathing in the evening breeze, stretching her arms out and stretching out for comfort. However, because she was only wearing off-the-shoulder suspender pajamas and only wearing woolen shoes under her feet, she soon felt a chill all over her body. She hurried back to her room, straightened her bag, and climbed into bed.