"What do you say? You didn't take the test at all? Zhang Yongnan didn't believe that his son would say such a thing at all. yes, what reason does he have not to take the test?

"Why don't you take the exam? Yes? You said! If you don't make it clear to me today, I'll break your dog's leg! Zhang Yongnan was extremely disappointed and couldn't help but roar.

finally told the secret buried in his heart, Zhang Jiaze felt a lot more relaxed in his heart.

Zhang Jiaze's lips were tightly closed, and no matter how hard his father tried, he couldn't pry them open.

Zhang Yongnan couldn't understand, didn't this kid's grades be good on weekdays, why didn't he suddenly take the exam? What the hell happened to him?

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, he pulled a yellow wattle stick and slashed it at Zhang Jiaze's thigh.

Huang Qiurong, who heard the voice, hurriedly stumbled out of the back room, looked at the situation in front of him, and knew that this old man was really angry, snatched the yellow thorn stick, and said:

"Dead old man! What are you crazy about? ”

"Brute! You useless thing, you me off! Zhang Yongnan had lost his mind, as if someone had robbed him of his hope out of thin air, and he began to despair.

Zhang Yongnan threw down the hoe and left angrily.

He didn't come into the house until it was dark.

Zhang Yongnan walked into the house lightly, sat down against a low bench at the base of the wall, silently took out the tobacco bag, lit a pot of tobacco leaves, and sucked it up, frowning, without saying a word.

"It's fate!"

Huang Qiurong walked over and sighed: "What's wrong?" Did you go to school? What the hell is going on with the baby? ”

"Yes! I found their homeroom teacher, and the homeroom teacher said that the baby was sick...... There is no qualifying exam...... It's a pity ......."

Huang Qiurong was taken aback, and asked Zhang Jiaze anxiously: "Baby, what's wrong?" What is your illness? In her opinion, the illness of not being able to take the exam must be a serious illness.

"It's okay...... It's already ......," Zhang Jiaze said.

After Huang Qiurong asked about the detailed condition, the stone in his heart was slightly put down.

Those days were really gloomy for Zhang Jiaze. He didn't know when those days would end. Sometimes he deliberately vented his anger and made himself very tired, he only hated himself for not being angry, hated the hateful disease, and escaped from the college entrance examination. Lying in bed every night, my bones ached as if they were going to fall apart. When he could not punish himself by physical labor to find a moment of inner peace, in the dead of night, he opened his wicker box, stroked the neat rows of textbooks and class notes over and over again, and tears poured down in the silent night.

One day, at the lowest point of his life, a bright color appeared in his sky.

One morning, he was sorting out the rows and rows of books in the boxes in the yard, and he wanted to carry them out into the sun to breathe. They haven't been touched in almost a year, and they must be stuffy. A thick layer of ash fell on it, and Zhang Jiaze pouted his ass and puffed his cheeks vigorously in the sun to blow away the dust on it. The boiling dust blinded his eyes, and he almost fell to the ground when he saw a man standing behind him, blocking out the sunlight. He stared at the person in front of him for a minute and long, and then he couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart, and muttered from his throat:

Star ...... Bright! ”