Shaking her head, she motioned to herself not to think too much, she just tried to do what she had to do.

In the afternoon, the winter sun was warm, and Yun Qinghuan was tired of writing manuscripts, so he planned to go out for a walk.

Take a walk, relax and walk, and after a walk, she ran to the place where the children love to play.

She saw the little stone again, and after all this time, the child was still wearing the same small clothes she had seen last time.

Only this time, Xiao Shi's small and thin body carried a back basket that was almost as tall as him, and a lot of things were placed in the back basket, including firewood and mountain goods.

The back basket was probably too heavy, and he couldn't straighten his waist a little bit.

But the person still didn't walk beside him, but looked at An An who was squatting on the ground in front of him, writing something on the ground with a branch.

After two or three minutes, Xiaoshi probably felt that the back basket was too heavy, so he staggered to loosen the back basket from his back and put it on the ground next to him. ”

Yun Qinghuan breathed slowly, walked up to look at it lightly, and saw a word written crookedly on the ground, which looked like Ann, but there was a dot missing on it.

Probably because he felt that his writing was not very good, Xiaoshi erased the words he wrote, and wrote carefully again stroke by stroke, but he was not satisfied with writing a few words in a row, his brows were tightly twisted, and he took the trouble to write it over and over again.

Children in rural areas actually go to school quite early, and many children are sent to primary school at the age of five because the adults in the family are too busy to take time to watch the children.

Besides, if you go to school early, there will be five years of primary school, two years of junior high school in this era, and a total of seven years after finishing primary school and junior high school.

Twelve or thirteen years old is just the time when the strength is relatively high, and he is also a good hand at work.

Therefore, there are very few boys as big as Xiaoshi in the countryside who do not go to school.

Yun Qinghuan looked at it for a while, and said in a low voice, "There is another point on it that you forgot to add." ”

Suddenly, Xiao Shi was startled, hurriedly raised his head, and saw Yun Qinghuan subconsciously take a step back, retreating too quickly, and sat on the ground.

Yun Qinghuan was a little apologetic, she didn't feel dirty, and directly reached out to lead him, "I'm sorry, I scared you, right?" ”

Xiaoshi pursed his lips and shook his head, but did not hand it over.

Yun Qinghuan didn't care, squatted down/leaned, took a branch, and wrote on the ground one by one, a dignified and upright character, beautiful like a word printed on a book.

Xiao Shi looked at it, and his face turned red.

He looked down at his own handwriting, crooked, and lacking strokes, like insects crawling.

Yun Qinghuan saw that he was uncomfortable, and boasted, "It's the first time you've written it, right?" The writing is great, my aunt wrote for the first time, and the writing is not as good as what you write. ”

"Really?" A bright light suddenly popped up in the little stone's eyes, implying anticipation.

Yun Qinghuan nodded, "Of course it's true." ”

Little Stone was happy, grinning happily, and the smile was sincere.

The movement here attracted An An, who was writing with an orthodox friend over there, An An stood up directly, stopped writing, and ran over to hug Yun Qinghuan's thigh, "Mom, why are you here?" ”

Yun Qinghuan took out a little paper from his pocket, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said with a smile, "I'm tired of staying at home, come out and take a walk." ”

"What are you doing?"

Some curiously looked over there, and there were words on the ground, his name.

The little guy looked up proudly, "Mom, I taught them to write my name, and I also taught them to write their own name." ”

An An is still too small, and his hands are small, so the handwriting is not too good-looking, but it is better than that it is more neat, and he does write his own name, and there are some other names.

Now the child has learned to write the names of his family, and he has also learned to write some words that are often used in daily life, and this name is written decently.

Yun Qinghuan praised him, "An An is amazing!" Learn more Braille so that you can teach more next time. ”

The little one nodded earnestly.

The teaching environment in the village is not very good, the teacher is a member of the brigade, saying that he graduated from high school, but he can't even understand the junior high school textbooks.

But there are no more.

Because now that the college entrance examination has been canceled, ordinary people will at most go to high school and graduate, and then there is no door or relationship, so they don't want to go home and farm?

Since it is destined to farm, there is no need to go to school so much, as long as you can read and write.

Even, in this era, the village school would give the children a holiday when they were busy with farming, so that they could go back to help their families work.

In the eyes of rural people, the crops in the field are heavier than the sky.

Next to him, Xiao Shi looked enviously at An An who was held in Yun Qinghuan's arms, he also wanted to have his mother hold him like this, but unfortunately, since he could remember, he had never been hugged by his mother, and the few memories with his mother were also that she ran out secretly in a hurry, and then took out the food she had secretly hidden from her arms, and didn't dare to stay too long after stuffing it into him, and then left quickly.

I'm afraid that someone with a heart will see it and chew the root of the tongue behind his back, so that his mother will be beaten when he returns to his mother-in-law's house.

And now, he doesn't even have that little bit of maternal love.

Xiao Shi's expression was gloomy, his head was lowered, his lips pursed and he did not speak.

Yun Qinghuan noticed his expression, patted his son's back, and asked him to stand beside him, and then walked to Xiaoshi, and said softly, "Your name is Xiaoshi, right?" ”

Xiao Shi's eyes widened in surprise, and he looked up at her sharply, "Auntie, auntie, you know me?!" ”

Yun Qinghuan smiled and nodded, "Of course I know, my aunt has heard that you can support a family at a young age, and Xiao Shi is a little man!" ”

He also gave him a thumbs up.

Xiao Shi blushed from praise, pursed his lips and smiled to scratch his hair, "Auntie, auntie, I, I'm not that good." ”

I stuttered when I was ashamed to speak.

Yun Qinghuan smiled, as if he didn't see his shyness, and continued, "Auntie, I see that you like to write very much, would you like to stay at your aunt's place for half an hour every morning?" My aunt happened to be quite idle at noon, so I will teach you to write a few words, and in the long run, it is estimated that there are a lot of words that can be recognized. ”

"Huh?" The little guy who was originally shy was directly stunned, looked up at her, and opened his mouth wide.

Yun Qinghuan raised his eyebrows, with ridicule in his eyes, and pretended to be lost, "What?" Isn't Little Stone willing? If you don't want to, forget it, you hurry back with the basket on your back, don't wait for dark, the road will not be easy to walk at that time. ”

Seeing that she turned around to leave, Xiaoshi was anxious and hurriedly said, "Auntie, I am willing!" ”

It was very loud, as if she was afraid that she would regret it.

(End of chapter)