Wu Jin wants Wu Yi to go to Mengxue and enlightened reading - books are like medicine, and good reading can cure foolishness.

He has three taels of silver a month, and he can chew a family of four for a month if he is thrifty, but he is poor, and in the afternoon A-Niang makes cakes at home, and after he gets out of class, he goes to sell cakes with Wu Yi, and the money he gets can be used to pay for the house rent, pen and ink fees.

Wu's father and Wu's mother thought about it for a long time, and they also thought that reading was urgent.

Wu Jin ate a coarse grain nest, changed to a short brown, squatted down to go to the shoulder cake cage, the clothes were thin wrapped around his back, the backbone bone seemed to be a string of beads, he didn't have to touch it to know that it was thin, full of basket cakes, he was used to it, but the green tendons on his forehead also violent.

Wu Yi knelt on the ground, his heart was sour, and two lines of tears fell: "Brother, I was wrong, I will go with you to sell cakes." ”

Wu Jin didn't say a word, looked at him deeply, picked up the cake cage and left.

There were so many cakes on this trip that he couldn't sell them all in Yuhua Street alone, so he walked through the streets and alleys, and went to the night market to sell, shouting with a dry mouth and a smoke in his throat, but he only rested against the elm tree, drank saliva in the fire avoidance tank, and continued to sell.

After selling the cakes, he hurried home, Shishi Street was also silent, no lights, he pushed open the wooden door of the house, saw that Wu Yi was still kneeling in the original place and did not move, Wu's mother sat on the stone steps, and washed clothes by the moonlight.

"Auntie, go and rest, hurt your eyes."

Wu's mother looked at Wu Yi, and she didn't know what to do with her youngest son for a while.

Wu Jin put down the cake cage: "Auntie, don't blame the child all night, go to sleep." ”

"Are you hungry? I'm going to fry you an egg? Mother Wu stood up and dried her hands.

"Don't be hungry, you can sleep, I have to sleep too, and I have to go to Mofu tomorrow."

Wu's mother only then remembered that she didn't ask how Wu Jin was doing in Mofu, and when she was about to speak, Wu Jin had already said first: "Mr. Mofu is no better, and the food is good." ”

He pushed Wu's mother back to rest, and turned his head to look at Wu Yi: "Second child, get up and wash it." ”

Wu Yi trembled and got up from the ground, his legs were numb like pins, walked to Wu Jin's side, and shouted timidly: "Brother......"

Wu Jin didn't answer, just scooped a basin of water and put it in front of him, and soaked the towel down.

Wu Yi hurriedly squatted down, twisted the handkerchief to wash his face and hands, then took off his shoes and socks and washed his feet.

The two thin soles of his feet stepped on the ground, the cold was red, and the whole person shook, sat down on the stone steps again, hurriedly dried his feet, pulled his shoes and stood up, waiting for Wu Jin.

"Go into the house and go to sleep." Wu Jin didn't look at him.

He hurried into the house.

Wu Jin changed the water, squatted down, washed himself, and when he stood up, his eyes suddenly turned black, his body shook, and he almost fell to the ground.

He gritted his teeth and stood still, put the basin and towel, walked to the kitchen, took the fire from the stove hole and lit the lamp, returned to the house, put out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and wrote today's diary.

"March 25, 20th year of Yuanzhang......"

Wu Yi poked his head out to look at Wu Jin, under the dim light, Wu Jin sometimes read and sometimes thought hard, even if he was extremely tired, his body was always upright.

He lay back and closed his eyes to sleep, but he couldn't sleep, so he pricked up his ears to listen.

The room was very quiet, and he could hear the "rustle" sound of the pen falling on the paper, which sounded every night, but tonight made his heart beat - he knew that Wu Jin was writing a diary, would he also write about his theft of money in the diary?

Eight-year-old Wu Yi was lying on the bed, his mind seemed to be boiling, and he was afraid that this diary would be seen by others.

He was ashamed and uneasy, suddenly his face was hot, he didn't dare to sleep over and over, he felt that he would never be able to go out to meet people again, stealing money, being caught, being punished and kneeling, all the scenes were in his mind, so that he didn't know how to face the ridicule of his friends tomorrow.

In a daze, he fell asleep somehow, until dawn, when he woke up, Wu Jin was no longer at home.

He remembered what happened yesterday, his face burned again, he got up, pulled his shoes, ran to Wu Jin's cage, opened it, and looked.

Inside was Wu Jin's clothes, and the diary was on top, he picked up one and looked at it for a long time, but he didn't understand it - he didn't know a word.

The more he couldn't understand it, the more panicked he became, and he didn't dare to tamper with Wu Jin's things, so he closed the box in despair, and he became curious - what was written on that pile of paper?

Wu Jin didn't know Wu Yi's thoughts, after rushing to Mofu, he ate a bowl of heavy noodles, and when he saw that Mr. had not arrived, he lay down on the table and pretended to sleep, but he fell asleep unconsciously - when the rooster crowed, Wu's father suddenly became phlegm-confused, he helped to pat the phlegm, changed Wu's father's clothes and poured urine, and only slept for two hours a night.

In his sleep, he suddenly found himself in the examination room.

In the autumn exam last year, he was admitted to the state school in the spring, and he did not participate in the liberation test, only outside the examination room, and he had never seen the situation in the examination hall, but in the dream, he was alone, carrying pen and ink and other things, standing outside the Guanxi Bridge Gong Courtyard, anxious.

He was late.

He was too tired, but no matter how tired he was, he shouldn't have slept late at this critical moment, and now that it was past the time to take the exam, how should this be.

The expectant gaze of his family rushed into his swollen head, and he entered the door without anyone at a loss.

After the gate, the public houses on the left and right sides were very quiet, and there were many dark shadows in the sealing office and transcription office, no one saw him, he didn't dare to let people see him, and he hoped that someone would open up to him.

Three years, once you miss it, you have to wait another three years, the sky turns pale gray, he is anxious, remorseful and painful - how can he fall asleep, he should be awake, always awake, always awake, tireless, diligent!

Quietly entered the middle door, but there was really no examiner to find him, he was like a thief, looking at the title "Listen to the pine wind and cold" hanging in the field, and then looked at the examination room in the east and west corridors, and found an empty compartment at the end to sit down.

There was already Fuchun bamboo paper used in the exam on the table, and he hurriedly prepared his pen and ink, held his own quill pen, and pondered.

For a long time, the paper was empty, and he had never put pen to paper, he was very anxious, thinking that he must not be good at trying to paste poems, otherwise he would not be able to write a word, scratching his ears and scratching his cheeks, so that he had to say a mediocre sentence, and fell on the paper, and his ambition had fallen halfway.

Coincidentally, at this time, the flat ground thundered, and the curtain and paper hanging in the field suddenly rose, blowing loudly, and a drop of rain fell on the tip of his nose, making him suddenly feel cold.

Then the rain became heavier, and the field was full of steam, he thought for a moment, and when he was about to bow his head and write the second sentence, he suddenly saw that the paper was wet, and all the ink on it was scattered and blurred.

The surroundings were quiet, and everyone else was quietly answering, but he was frightened, unable to sit still, and his clothes were also trendy, wet and sticking to his body, very uncomfortable, everything in front of him was in a trance, only countless pairs of eyes on Shishi Street were left, densely covered with the examination room, all probing him with their eyes.

Suddenly, it was another thunder, and he opened his eyes and looked at the long table in front of him, and he couldn't recover for a while.

Suddenly it was raining heavily, thunder was rolling, and the sky was dark.

It turned out to be just a dream.

Luckily, it was just a dream.