After Liu Laoshi left, Ling's mother had no choice but to accept the pork leg meat. Then she cut some to make broth for the little guy to drink, and she planned to make the rest slowly for Ling Ling to eat later. So at this time, Ling Mu and Ling Chen naturally didn't know about what was happening outside the house.

At this time, they were cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks after dinner. After cleaning up, I hiccuped in the early morning and consciously walked into my room and began to pick up the book and read it.

In this small mountain village, children play at a young age, and when they are older, they start to help the men in the family with the farming, whether it is farming or harvesting, whether it is a boy or a girl. Therefore, there is no teacher in the village, and the people in the village feel that they don't need it, they just want to be fed and live.

But Ling's mother taught him to read, read, and read since he was sensible in the early morning. Although the Ling family has no land to cultivate, it is a boy in the early morning, and when he grows up, he can also get food for helping others in the field, and there are people in the village who do this. However, Ling Mu obviously didn't have this plan, she had her own ideas.

He can't remember when he started to study day after day, year after year, as if he had just learned the word "mother" when he was three years old.

When he woke up one morning, his mother stopped letting him sleep with him, and when he left the room, he curiously picked up a yellowed bamboo slip at the head of the bed. From then on, his mother began to teach him to learn words and read.

But whenever I wanted to know what was written in the article in the early morning, and wanted to understand the meaning, my mother would only say, "Just read it and memorize it, and when the time comes, you will understand." Over time, I had to read in the early morning, and if I couldn't memorize it, I looked at the books and bamboo slips on the bed in a daze.

The morning day is also quite regular, and it is all arranged by the mother. Before the sun rises, the rooster crows first, then inhales deeply outside the door, and then exhales the turbid air that has accumulated in the chest after sleeping all night. Of course, this practice was also taught by my mother and ordered to do it. Then the morning food and the morning reading. After lunch, I am free, I can go out to play, I can also rest at home, in short, I can do whatever I want, and my mother will not ask, but I must come back before sunset.

After the sunset and evening food, they should continue to study in their own room, in the middle of the night, in the middle of the moon. before you can fall asleep. Of course, sometimes I can't see the moon, so I think I'm sleepy and go to sleep.

But it's strange to say that my mother asked Ling Chen to read and endorse the book, but she never checked and spot-checked. She never asked the little guy how he was carrying it and whether he was lazy. It's just that every once in a while, she brings some books and scrolls from nowhere and puts them in front of Ling Chen. There are bamboo slips made of bamboo chips, silk silk books with a slight musty smell, and there are also a few books with yellowed paper but a few ink paintings. Ling Chen prefers the latter, because a large string of words memorized, boring and boring and I don't know its meaning, but the painting is different, interesting and understandable.

But it's a pity that there are only one or two books with paintings in total, and there are more than ten paintings, and there are fierce monsters that have never been seen or heard of, and they grin as if they are living in the drawing paper, and every time they look at it in the early morning, they feel that the fierce monsters inside will suddenly open their mouths and swallow themselves directly at any time.

There are also some plants that I have seen in the early morning and seem to have never seen before, because these plants are too similar to the wild flowers and weeds on the side of the dirt road in the village, but I have compared them in the early morning, and it seems that the two are still different in some places.

But today, when Ling Chen was reciting as usual, he didn't have that mind anymore, not that he couldn't bear it, and it wasn't that he couldn't memorize it. Rather, he had a few things he wanted to confess to his mother. But he was a little hesitant.

Unknowingly, when he was thinking and hesitating, he had already walked to the door of his mother's room. In the early morning, I knew that my mother would shut herself in the door every night after dinner, and she didn't like to be disturbed.

Ling Chen wanted to speak, but the words were stuck in his throat and rolled and swallowed back, and he wanted to raise his hand to knock on the door, but his hand stopped in mid-air and then put it down. Just as he turned around in the early hours of the morning to leave, the door made a "squeak" and the door opened.

"Chen'er, are you looking for me?" asked Ling's mother as she opened the door and asked in a soft voice.

Ling Chen subconsciously swallowed his saliva again, he turned around slowly, and just wanted to speak, but found that his mother was much haggard.

"Mother, is it disturbing your rest?" asked this in the early morning, and brought some milk.

Ling Mu shook her head, and smiled on her beautiful and dignified cheeks. "If you have something, just say it, you, you haven't been able to hide your words since you were a child. ”

Ling Chen scratched the back of his head embarrassedly: "Mother, I have to, I have to apologize like you." I... Before the words were finished, my mother interrupted.

"Chen'er, you remember, there are some lies, and it may be better to tell them than to tell the truth. When Mother Ling said this, her soft eyes became a little deeper, "I have seen everything under the tree at the head of the village today. ”

In the early hours of the morning, my heart suddenly beat a little faster, I don't know if it was because the lie was exposed, or for other reasons. He hurriedly spoke: "It's okay anymore, they are all willing to play with me." The words were too hurried, and they slipped out of their mouths in a bone.

"Chen'er, don't you hate them?" The softness in her mother's eyes had disappeared completely, replaced by a hint of coldness.

I didn't notice these in the early morning, he was there like Liu Laoshi at this time, his eyes staring at the ground. He was recalling, recalling that when he first came into contact with them, they pretended to play hide and seek with him, and then let himself be the catcher, but when he closed his eyes and waited for the children to hide, he didn't know that the group of children all ran back home, so that he looked for an afternoon in the early morning, and cried helplessly for an afternoon...

He recalled that time when he was put on his head with a black cloth bag, and when he took off the cloth cover, he found that his whole body was splashed with dirty water and emitted a foul smell. All kinds of past events are vivid, Ling Chen shook his little head and stopped thinking about it, he raised his head and looked directly at his mother, and replied with a little crying: "Hate! I do hate, but I don't want to be alone all the time compared to hate." I'm more afraid of loneliness than hate!"

Ling Mu looked at Ling Chen, looking at the little guy's clenched fists when he said this, her eyes gradually softened again.

"Chen'er, that mother asks you, when others are good to us, we have to be doubly good to others, but if someone has malicious intentions towards us, what should we do?"

"I can't bear it, I don't need to endure it anymore, I will return it ten times more than a tooth for a tooth!" replied Ling Chen.

This sentence was told to him by his mother since he was a child, and he has always remembered it. When Ling Mu heard the little guy's answer, she also nodded with satisfaction.

"Chen'er, the hearts of people in the world are sinister, you are still young, if you don't understand it now, you will definitely understand it in the future. We live in the world, and just because we keep a low profile doesn't mean that no one won't pay attention, and just because we don't bother others doesn't mean that others won't bother you. After Ling Mu said this, she touched Ling Chen's little head, looking a little uncertain.

Ling Chen seemed to understand the answer, the little head was a little comfortable to be touched by his mother, and it was a little itchy, as if something was drilling from the hair into the melon of the little head.

"Alright, let's go inside and study. After Ling's mother finished speaking, when she turned around and was about to enter the house, she was suddenly pulled by her clothes in the early morning.

"Mother, also. . . One more thing. Ling Chen grabbed Ling's mother's clothes and said a little hesitantly.

"Hmm, what's the matter?" asked Ling Mu a little curiously.

"I, I've heard people talk about internal strength today, but I've memorized so many books, but none of them have been introduced, and I want to ask my mother if there are any books about martial arts. Ling Chen swallowed his saliva and moistened his throat and said firmly: "I want to practice martial arts!"