It's been raining in the town for three days.

In the early morning, the valley is filled with the sound of clear water. A thick mist spreads and falls from the high mountain forests, turning the town into a hazy white world.

In the hazy mist, a few busy people who got up early occasionally appeared, but as if people didn't want to destroy the tranquility of the town, they softened their steps and were quiet.

"Bang" "Bang"

Suddenly, heavy footsteps joined the sound of water. The fog was violently stirred, and a huge figure more than two people tall walked slowly and heavily through the mist.

The people in the fog seem to have been accustomed to this, and they are still quietly busy. As the figure passed by one of the residents, the fog was blown away by the wind it had raised, revealing the figure's face.

It was the face of an eight- or nine-year-old child, and it was an eight- or nine-year-old boy.

The boy was thin and thin, but he carried firewood more than a person's height on his back, and at first glance he looked like a small ant carrying food several times his size, which was funny and pitiful.

But the moment the boy raised his face, it was as if clear sunlight was piercing through the fog.

The mist condensed into crystal clear dew on his long eyelashes, and the ...... was clearer than the dewdrops It was his eyes, black and white, serene and bright.

It's a clean boy. Clean. The cleanliness here is not only a meter, but also a temperament.

"Uncle Wang, it's morning!" the boy smiled and greeted the man who passed by.

"Morning, Yezi, I'm up before dawn to chop wood today. It's really hard for you. Uncle Wang stopped and looked at the boy beside him.

"No way, just get used to it. The boy grinned brightly.

"Well, it's weird...... Alas, it's good that you have a big heart. Do you still want to take the entrance exam to the academy this year?" asked Uncle Wang, touching the boy's head dotingly.

"Yes, I'll go after breakfast in a while. The boy lowered his head, rubbed his little head against Uncle Wang's rough hands, and replied obediently.

"Then go back. This year, I strive to enter the school, although Master Zhuang has a strange temper and is also a little prejudiced against your family, but Master Zi's knowledge is really high, and if he can teach him, he will definitely gain a lot. Uncle Wang let go of the boy, pointed to the road ahead of him, and urged.

"Well, goodbye, uncle!" the boy waved his hand to Uncle Wang, and continued to carry the hill-like wood on his back, step by step into the fog, and his huge figure cut through the fog like a lonely boat.

The town is not big, but there are only a few dozen families, but they are far from each other. So the boy walked for half an hour with heavy steps to get home. A courtyard with firewood and grass piled higher than the roof...... Family.

The home is very simple, but the land is very large. There are two bamboo huts, and all that remains is a huge courtyard fenced off by a large fence. This is the benefit of a small town with a very small population, and land has never been an issue. It is said that the small mountain behind the house belongs to theirs, but unfortunately it is classified as a forbidden area for some reason, so it is the same as not.

The boy piled the wet firewood behind his back in the corner of the hill of firewood and grass in the courtyard, grinned and moved his stiff shoulders, and his joints made a strange tooth-aching sound. He glanced at the still closed wooden door of the hut on the right, and muttered to himself, "Uncle hasn't gotten up yet." ”

He slowed his pace, gently pushed open the door of the other bamboo hut, and began to get busy again. After a while, the smell of rice wafted out of the bamboo house, causing the birds standing on the tree nest outside the door to start chirping. A bright golden sun slowly rises from behind the tree, and the bright sunlight dispels the rain and mist, casting fine bright yellow spots under the tree.

It's been a rare sunny day in the town lately.

After the boy set up the wooden table under the tree in the courtyard, he turned around to get the cutlery, two porcelain bowls and two pairs of bamboo chopsticks, and just as the boy was preparing breakfast, the wooden door of the hut on the right made a silent sound.

The door opened, and the sun shone down on a sparsely browning face.

It was a middle-aged man in a wheelchair, with slightly frosty temples, looking at Jin Ri on the branch with his face slightly tilted, his eyes were half-squinted, slender wrinkles were pulled out at the corners of his eyes, and his expression was faint. The only thing that stood bright was his eyebrows, which were extremely light but as straight as a sword.

"Uncle, it's time to eat. The boy shouted.

"It's coming. The middle-aged man replied lightly and shook his wheelchair to the wooden table. The boy waited for the man to pick up the chopsticks before sitting down.

The breakfast on the table was not bad, white porridge filled with white mist and rice fragrance, golden omelette, and a plate of green vegetables. But...... Most of the white porridge is for men, most of the vegetables are for men, and all the eggs are for men. The boy belonged only to half a bowl of white porridge and a green vegetable.

The boy ate very slowly, taking every bite very carefully. And the man ate quickly, the white porridge and green vegetables quickly bottomed out, and when the man stopped chopsticks, the boy had not finished half a bowl of porridge.

The man looked up at the boy who was drinking the porridge carefully and said, "You will go to the school for a trial in a while." ”

He seemed to ask, but his tone was affirmative.

"Yes. The boy raised his head and frowned: "Uncle, why don't you like me to go to study with my master?"

"Why did you go to study with the Master?" the man asked rhetorically.

"Because I don't understand, and you can't tell me. And as you said, the Master is the one who knows the most. The boy replied.

"Because the Master will not like you. I told you. The island is chaotic and we are not like them. The man replied.

"But I want to try. The boy finished his last mouthful of porridge and put down the bowl, his eyes sincere and bright, "because I really want to know." ”

"Go ahead, you can decide your own business. The man stretched out his hand and naturally wiped the porridge from the corner of the boy's mouth, and put the remaining half of the fried egg on the table into the boy's bowl.

"You haven't had a 'spillover' in the past six months, and today you have to participate in the trial, so eat more. ”

"Hmm. The boy smiled happily, lowered his head again, and buried his little face in the big bowl to carefully handle the rare eggs in the bowl.

The voices in the courtyard fell silent, and the voices of people in the village not far away gradually sounded. The man sat in a wheelchair and watched silently at the mottled shadows of the trees on the ground, a half-yellow leaf falling off the branch and slowly falling to the ground.

The man's eyes are slightly warm, and the trees on the island that are warm all year round have new shoots and old leaves.

It's another year of spring hair.

The little man is just growing up.

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