I remember your kindness, your laughter, your tears, your helplessness and your sighs...... How I wish I could grow up quickly and help you share a little bit of the burden. I don't want to see you cry and sigh because of some people and things......

Dad is back, in my anticipation. He hasn't changed, he's still the same as I remember. Also, I feel like he's a little bit fatter.

He brought me something to eat, and after dinner that night, I went into my father's house and talked to him a lot. Until grandpa came and called me to sleep.

Although my father came back, I still lived at my grandfather's house, and my father burned it himself. So, I can eat several meals a day, after eating at my grandfather's house. My dad would call me when he was ready, and I would run over to eat a little bit and talk to him every time.

This year, when I worked, the atmosphere was much better than in previous years, because my father earned money and paid 200 yuan for my grandfather to buy vegetables. So, I didn't quarrel much this year. But part of the reason should be that the aunt came back to help.

After planting the seedlings at my grandfather's house, my father ordered corn. Because my father couldn't pump water, and he didn't want to trouble my uncle, he planted dry crops.

For countless nights I squatted in front of the corn pile with my dad and peeled corn until late......

When I was in third grade, there was one more person in my class. His name is Li Yaowen, and he was repeated. The teacher said that he couldn't keep up because he skipped class for a while, so his parents let him repeat his studies for a year.

When I heard the teacher say that about him, I thought to myself that he was really a person who was in the midst of blessings and did not know how to be blessed. Your family paid for you to study badly, and you still skipped class. But I don't know how difficult it is for those who want to study but don't have the money to study.

I don't think this kind of person has anything to do with me, and I don't have any friends in the first place. There was no one else talking to me except the people in front of me, left and right.

But what I didn't know was that his appearance was just an accident, but in the end it became the destiny of my life.

My dad went out to work again, but I still lived at my grandfather's house. It was Sunday evening, and I had an early meal and went out for a while. When I came back, I saw my uncle standing at the door, and when he saw me, he told me to go quickly.

I didn't know what was going on, and he asked me where I went. I said I went to the front to play for a while, and as soon as I finished speaking, my grandfather came over and gave me a few slaps.

I didn't know what I was doing wrong, and I cried instantly.

Later, in their scolding, I learned that it was a thief in the house. The thief stole a few hundred dollars from his uncle. They were all angry at me, my ears were buzzing, and my nose and mouth were bleeding. But they still didn't seem to be angry, and my grandfather took a knife and wanted to cut off my ear, and I was so frightened that I could only cry and cover my ear.

"You're playing wild? Let you watch the door, you go out to play, you go to heaven to play! Since you say you don't want to listen to your ears, what do you want to do with your ears? Cut it off for me! It's not good to teach by pulling your ears, I think you will dare in the future? ”

“…… I don't dare...... Don't dare...... "I held my head desperately, and my uncle smashed my head with his fist, and the back of my head hit the wall, and my whole head buzzed.

In the end, they had enough, and Grandpa told me to get out. I didn't say much, took my school bag, and went straight back to my father's house.

Dad lived in a thatched hut, the kind that was about to collapse. I cried in the dark for I don't know how long, until I didn't have the strength to cry anymore. I opened my eyes and looked around, and it was pitch black everywhere. It turned out that before I knew it, it was already dark. I fumbled and took off my shoes and climbed into my dad's bed. His bed is a practice bed, which is made of rope, and it is a bit of a bar. The quilt is also a musty smell of hard bangbang.

I pulled the quilt and cried and closed my eyes, and finally fell asleep in a daze, and when I woke up the next day, it was just dawn. I got up and went to my grandfather's house and stood at the door and looked inside, but the door was not yet open.

I washed my face with water, but it hurt my face. I went to the house and took a look in the mirror, only to find that the eyes and the corners of the mouth were bruised and a little swollen.

No wonder it hurts so much, thinking about the beating last night, I feel very wronged, and tears flow out again unconsciously.

I wiped my tears and went to school with my bag on my back.

It was the first time in my life that I had arrived at school that early, and there was no one in the class. When I sat down in my seat, I burst into tears again.

I vaguely heard the sound of the door opening, and when I looked up, I saw him.

"Buyi?" He looked at me with his eyes open, and there was surprise and disbelief in those eyes. I just remembered that my nose was bruised and my face was swollen from being beaten. I turned my head to wipe my tears and ignored him.

But unexpectedly, he walked up to me and asked me what was wrong.

"What does it have to do with you!" I was holding a breath in my heart, and he was a repeater of the previous age, so he didn't have a good impression of him, so he spoke even more politely, "Don't pay attention to me!" ”

"You've been beaten early in the morning, huh?" He ignored my words and took out a bit of toilet paper from his bag as he spoke, "Wipe it for you, your snot is out!" ”

"Get out of here! Don't bother me! I yelled at him and wiped my snot all over my sleeve.

He wasn't angry at all, looking at the back of my hand and snot on my sleeve. He wiped me with the paper in his hand.

And at this time, my stomach was also ringing uncontrollably.

He was stunned for a moment, looked at me, and asked, "You didn't have breakfast?" ”

I ignored him, and he continued to ask me, and I had to yell at him impatiently, "Aren't you asking nonsense?" It's all beaten like this, how can there be food! ”

"Oh!" He groaned, then rummaged through his bag and pulled out a little more than a penny. Then he said to me, "I'll buy you a pack of instant noodles to eat!" ”

"I don't eat it!" My airway.

"Aren't you hungry, then?"

"Not hungry!"

"That's weird......"

Finally he ran out and bought me a pack of instant noodles and a bottle of water, and I didn't look up at him until he put things in front of me.

I had never paid attention to him, this was the first time, and it was so close. Suddenly I feel that others are also very good, although they are not very good-looking, but the skin is very white. At first glance, he is a person who has never worked in the field.

"What are you looking at me for? I can't eat it! He deliberately teased me, then helped me open the bag and put it in my hand, unscrewed the water for me, pushed it in front of me, and urged me to "Eat it quickly!" ”

I didn't say anything more, and at his urging, I carefully pulled a piece of dough and put it in my mouth. But the tears that had just stopped fell at this time.

"Oh, don't you cry, okay?" He was a little at a loss when he saw me suddenly shed tears, "That...... I bought you dry noodles, you can't eat them when you soak them! ”

"Who soaked and ate it!" I glared at him.

"I mean, your tears are dripping down your face!"

I burst into tears and laughed, and when he saw this, he quickly handed me the paper, "Wipe it quickly, and when the classmates in the class come, they will see it and think that I have bullied you!" ”

Then he returned to his seat, and after that, people came to school one after another. When my table mate came, he saw that my face was blue and purple, so he asked me what was wrong. I told her that she wrestled, and she believed it.

At the end of the four classes, the school bell rang.

I didn't want to go home, so I slowly packed my bag. When I was done, I saw that the rest of the class was gone, and he and I were the only ones left.

I didn't want to see him when I noticed it, and I wanted to leave quickly, but I didn't expect him to come over and ask me.

"Do you have anything to eat for lunch?"

I didn't speak because I didn't know what to say. Say no or yes? Because no matter what my answer is, I want to cry.

I've cried enough since yesterday that I don't want to cry anymore, especially in front of others.

Seeing that I had been silent for a long time, he had been packing up his unfinished schoolbag, sighed and said, "Why don't I take you to my house for dinner?" My house is just me and my grandmother, but it's a bit far away, but her cooking is delicious! I liked it the most! Finally, he asked, "Are you going?" ”

"No......" I whispered to him, getting up to leave.

"And what do you eat for lunch?"

"I don't know......" I shook my head with tears in my eyes, I thought I would really cry if I continued to talk to him like this, so I thought about fleeing the scene as soon as possible.

I walked briskly past him and ignored him calling at me, and then I realized that I was really crying again......