At noon on Friday, after having lunch in the restaurant downstairs, Cao Xiaohui was about to lie on the sofa in the office and squint for a while, when she suddenly received a call from Fang Yi. Fang Yi discussed with her to take Fang Anzhi out for a break on the weekend, junior high school studies are very intense, and the bowstring is too tight and easy to break.

Thinking of working overtime on weekends, Cao Xiaohui agreed to Fang Yi's request.

In addition to eating and drinking, the city is a place of consumption, and there is nothing interesting to do. After discussing with his son, Fang Yi finally decided to go back to the village for two days to relax.

At that time, the Fang family was poor, and they could only eat meat during the New Year, stewing a pot of big white radish and putting more than a dozen slices of fatty meat, smelling meat, but the chopsticks stretched out into the pot were always white radish slices.

Later, life was better, and he could eat meat every month, but for Fang Youcai, stewing a pot of braised pork was always the best way for him to love his grandson.

But for Fang Anzhi, at this time of year, what he craves is not his grandfather's braised pork, but the frozen persimmons that his grandfather picked back from the mountains in late autumn and put on the root of the south wall of his yard and naturally frozen.

The persimmons grown in the mountains of the village are lantern persimmons, not the flattened and large-capped persimmons that are common in the north. It is said that Jin Province uses this kind of lantern persimmon to make persimmon cakes, which is sweet and delicious.

In order to save time on the road, Fang Yi specially borrowed a car from Li Shuming, and when the father and son returned to the village, Fang Youcai was wrapped in a down jacket, sitting on the steps at the entrance of the courtyard and smoking dry cigarettes while basking in the sun, and his eyes glanced at the entrance of the village from time to time.

It wasn't until the car stopped at the door of the house that Fang Youcai reacted, and his son and grandson returned.

After lunch, Fang Anzhi couldn't wait to run out of the house, went to the south wall of the courtyard to lift the plastic sheet, put four frozen red persimmons like stones into the basin, then covered the plastic sheet, shrunk his neck, held the basin, turned around and ran into the house.

"Why doesn't this kid hear about it so much, he just finished eating, and he will eat frozen persimmons after a while, and his teeth can't stand it!" Fang Youcai looked at Fang Anzhi who ran into the house, and blamed him distressedly.

"It's okay, grandpa, I'll eat it later, take cold water and pull it out for a while." Fang Anzhi grinned.

Fang Yi glanced at the persimmons in the pot and said with a smile: "Dad, you don't care about him, this persimmon is as cold as a brick, he can't eat it." ”

Half an hour later, Fang Yi and Fang Anzhi, each with a small spoon, scooped persimmons with ice ballast around the basin one by one, eating for a while and stopping for a while, chattering and complaining that it was too cold, but even so, neither of them was willing to stop.

Watching the father and son eat happily, Fang has the wealth and the heart to join in the fun, but this tooth is not good, think about it or forget it.

This period of wandering in the village is the best time for Fang Anzhi, there is no mother's supervision, no teacher's constant reminders, and no pressure to study, it is simply heaven.

Fang Yi looked at his son with a mouthful of persimmons, suddenly remembered his childhood, and turned his head to look at his father on the side: "Dad, is there still a primary school in our village?" ”

When Fang Yi was young, every village had a small school, and Fang Yi spent six good years in the primary school in the village. The sky was always blue, the air was fresh, and small fish and turtles could be seen at the bottom of the river, but now ......

"In the past few years, the young people in our village have gone out, most of the people in the village are elderly, and there are more teachers than students in the school. As early as five years ago, the Education Commission issued a policy to merge schools, and the primary schools in several nearby villages were merged into the township, and now the schools in the village are rented out to individuals and converted into pig farms. Fang Youcai took the cigarette holder from his mouth and said.

Fang Yi got up, came to the window, and looked in the direction of the school. The stone and slate classrooms, the cement blackboards, the potholed classroom floors, the briquette stoves lit in the classrooms every winter, and the wood and briquettes stacked in the corners of the walls are all good times that he will never forget.

I don't know when, the song that was popular all over the country sounded in his ears: on the banyan tree by the pond, he knew that he was crying summer; On the swing by the playground, only butterflies are perched on it; The teacher chalked on the blackboard, still desperately chirping and writing; Waiting for the end of class, waiting for the end of school, waiting for the childhood of the game......

The second trial of Ding Dashan's intentional injury case finally opened, and in the fifth trial court of the Provincial High Court, Fang Yi glanced at Prosecutor Zhang in the prosecutor's seat opposite.

The collegial panel of the second instance consisted of three judges, one man and two women, and the female judge sitting in the middle was in her forties, with a round face, shoulder-length hair, and a pair of glasses, looking professional.

After the previous procedures were completed, the presiding judge announced the start of the court investigation, followed by the male judge who read out the first-instance verdict.

"Next, appellant Ding Dashan will read out the appeal petition or state the reasons for appeal." The presiding judge said.

"Zhou Long was stabbed by me and died after falling to the ground, but he climbed the wall to enter my house without my permission, and I stabbed him down in the course of legitimate self-defense. I believe that the sentence imposed on me by the court of first instance was too heavy and I request the court to change the sentence in accordance with the law. "Ding Dashan Road.

Although he didn't understand what justified defense meant, Ding Dashan knew that this word might save him a few years in prison.

"Appellant Ding Dashan's defense lawyer issued grounds of appeal." The presiding judge said.

The defender believes that appellant Ding Dashan's stabbing of the victim Zhou Long is excessive defense and should bear criminal responsibility, but the punishment should be reduced or waived, for the following reasons: ......" Fang Yi moved out the content of his previous communication with the procuratorate.

"Appellant Ding Dashan, do you have any objections to the facts and charges found in the first-instance verdict?" The presiding judge asked.

"I have no objection to the charges, but I have objections to the facts and sentencing. The court of first instance sentenced me to 15 years in prison, which was an excessively heavy punishment. Before the trial, Ding Dashan met with Fang Yi, and Fang Yi told him the defense plan.

"The prosecutor questioned the appellant about the facts ascertained in the first-instance judgment." The presiding judge said.

"Okay, Presiding Judge. Appellant Ding Dashan, when you saw the victim Zhou Long climbing up his wall, did he have a knife in his hand? Inspector Zhang asked.

"I didn't have a knife, it was about nine o'clock in the evening, I had already plugged in the gate, and I didn't think he could get into the yard. I didn't expect him to climb the wall near the courtyard. Ding Dashan recalled the next road.

"What was the purpose of the knife you went back to the house to get later? The victim Zhou Long is your son-in-law, why did you use a knife against him? Inspector Zhang asked.

"My daughter is divorcing Zhou Long, Zhou Long came to my house a few times before, smashed the glass of the window and door several times, and almost hurt people.

That night, he did not listen to the dissuasion and climbed over the wall to enter the courtyard, and hit me with stones, and I only had two children at home, my wife and my daughter, and I was afraid that he would not be good for us. So he went back to the house and got a sharp knife to scare him away. "Ding Dashan Road.

(End of chapter)