From the third grade of primary school, Qian Aishu is almost a rare intellectual in Qian Jiaao. The school is far away from Qian's house, so he can only live on campus and go home once a week. On Sunday, he takes a can of pickles from home, stir-fried beans and peanuts, and carries a small bag of grain to school, which is how he lives for a week.

In the fifth grade, Qian Aishu went to a senior elementary school farther away from home, and when he went farther, he went home less often. His livelihood is supported by Father Qian's big bag of grain every month with a cow, and the fifteen yuan of eggs laid by the old hen that Aunt Qian is waiting for. Sometimes the eggs can't be sold, so Aunt Qian will bring the eggs to the school and give them to him, so that he can cook them while steaming in the cafeteria.

Generally speaking, Qian Aishu's primary school life is happy, although the food is not very good, but it is not to starve, the reform and opening up has been so many years, but in this kind of poor and remote place, people can live a life that has just been fed and is already very content, although the outside world has long been colorful.

In addition to the "double robbery" of farming during the summer vacation every year, Daddy Qian and Aunt Qian never let Qian Aishu go to work in the field. Even if it was household chores, they never let him interfere. Since Qian Aishu went to school, as long as Daddy Qian saw him, he didn't have a word, always one sentence - cub, read! Even if he had memorized the books backwards, he couldn't help but listen to his father.

In this way, soon Qian Aishu finished elementary school. After taking the county-wide unified examination for high school and junior high school, Qian Aishu was ready to go home to farm. He knew he might not be going to study again. Because no one in this mountain has ever been in junior high school, and no one has ever been admitted to junior high school. I have to go to the county seat in junior high school.

Summer vacation. Qian Aishu went to herd cattle in the morning, mow the grass at noon, and herd cattle in the afternoon. Father Qian told him that the task of the summer vacation was to raise the family's big buffalo to be fat and strong. Qian Aishu assured his father that even if he was hungry, the big buffalo's belly would definitely be round.

That afternoon, Qian Aishu led the big buffalo to swing around by the small river at the foot of the mountain for most of the day, but the sun was like being nailed there, not moving an inch. Baked by the sun, he let go of the morning glory and drove the ox to the middle of the river to bathe. Then he took three steps and two steps and ran into the cornfield under the hillside by the river to hide from the sun.

Qian Aishu pulled a large bundle of corn leaves, spread them at the feet between the cornfields, and then pulled the corn leaves on both sides and tied them together, which was a natural small thatched hut. He lay quietly in the hut. I pulled a handful of grass roots from the side and chewed and played, feeling unlucky, and grabbed a handful of dog tail grass, and came to the front of me to distinguish whether the fluffy braid and the clump were flowers or seeds. Qian Aishu couldn't tell it after all, "I didn't play a trick!" He tossed the dogtail aside, too lazy to think about sleepiness. He put his hand on his face, and the summer heat came with sleepiness in layers, and in a daze, he heard the sound of someone talking faintly. He pinched his head and rubbed his nose. The voice grew a little louder. But just as he was about to hear the light, the man who spoke suddenly became dumb. He pricked up his ears. This time the sound came irritably, and there was no concealment, and then I saw the corn stalk not far away, and the middle stalk flashed to both sides. And the space that was divided in the middle kept moving forward in a zigzag way, like a snake that was swaying.

The "surging snake" stopped about two meters to the left of Qian Aishu. This time he saw it clearly - there was a man who was the village secretary of Qian Jiaao, and there was a woman he didn't know. The woman had a black scythe in her hand, and she stooped down, swung it, and with a few swipes cut down a large field of corn to make way for a mat-sized clearing. The woman cut off the corn leaves and spread them on the ground, and while she did this, the village secretary kept smiling and smiling, silent, and then took off her blouse.

"It's your turn." The village secretary said, reaching for the woman's gown.

"Aren't you afraid that her father will know?" The woman's face was slightly red, her hands symbolically blocked her chest, and she asked defiantly.

The village secretary was stunned, and the old cheek twisted and squatted down, and took out a cigarette to light it.

"Damn! Aren't you afraid that Weihua knows? ”

"He knows what's wrong, I'm his sister and not his mother-in-law, even if it's his mother-in-law, what's wrong? His green hat has been worn for more than ten years, and it has long been moldy. ”

"Wei Hua?" Qian Aishu listened very sincerely, "My brother-in-law? Is this woman his sister? I haven't seen him cuckold before, have I? For this, he couldn't figure it out as a young man.

"Soft roots!" Disdain appeared on the woman's face, "Look at your usual dick, but it's paper-paste." "What do you say?" The village secretary was annoyed, "Look at me and kill you!" ”

…… After finishing the matter, the woman touched the belly of the village secretary and asked, "Are you really not afraid?" "I'm afraid!" The village secretary felt uncomfortable in his throat, burst into flames, coughed dryly, and spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm.

When the man and woman got up and dressed, Qian Aishu had already left the cornfield, because he felt shy and scared, and his heart was pounding. This kind of thing, he has only met the cows in the spring in the col to do it. On the way home, he thought to himself, "What kind of powerful person is this 'red bean father' who makes the village secretary afraid?" I couldn't help but be afraid of the village secretary in my heart, and I also had a little admiration. How many years later, this "red bean dad" turned out to be a key figure at the turning point of Qian Aishu's fate - this was something he never expected.

At night, Qian Aishu lay on the bed, and what lingered in his mind was the woman, tossing and turning, and his heart was hot and uncomfortable; finally fell asleep, but "sleepwalking in too illusory realm", this is the first time - graduated from high school, Qian Aishu was 14 years old. After waking up, Qian Aishu felt extremely regretful, and he was extremely reluctant to break the dream.