Is it true that my IQ is worse? Or is reading not for me?

All kinds of strange thoughts in his mind were like waves on the beach, wave after wave, so that Zhu Jinxin didn't hear what the two companions next to him said.

After separating from Cen Zizhen and Jiang Li, Zhu Jinxin walked on the road mechanically.

On both sides of the road are plains with a wide view, and the farmland is crisscrossed with picturesque scenery.

Fishing for frogs, catching cicadas, catching rice fish, picking peanuts..... There are so many of her footprints left on this land.

In the field, several swarthy and stocky peasant women were planting rice seedlings, their chapped and rough hands were the same as those of the workers who worked the construction site, and their chests were full and strong, and there was nothing beautiful about them.

"Am I going to go back to this land and be a peasant woman for the rest of my life?"

Zhu Jinxin asked herself if she could do it, she wanted to go out to see the outside world, she also wanted to go to Turkey to see hot air balloons, go to Paris to see the Eiffel Tower, she had all the dreams of heroines in romance novels.

Thinking about getting home.

The messy yard was filled with the smell of chicken and duck feces, the mother was holding the feed basin at the mouth of the well to press the water, she rolled up her sleeves, exposed her strong arms, and began to stir the feed, and the father squatted at the door smoking a dry cigarette, his weather-beaten cheeks full of vicissitudes.

"How's the test?" Zhu Degui put down his cigarette gun and looked at his daughter who came home expectantly.

Zhu Jinxin put away the brand-new bicycle, walked to Zhu Degui with his head buried in his head, took out the crumpled report card that had been crumpled, and remained silent in place.

"Huh. ”

Zhu Degui stared at the score ranking on the transcript and sighed, and after a long time, he raised his head and showed a simple smile, and comforted: "It's okay, don't be stressed, there is still a semester, review well." Only when you read the book can you have a good time. ”

He stood up and chopped his squatting legs, and his waist spasmed, and he almost passed out in pain.

Zhang Meilan, who was feeding the feed from afar, put down the feed basin, ran over quickly to help Zhu Degui up, and complained dissatisfiedly: "Don't get up so much, it's not a matter of a few pieces of dog skin plaster that can resist at that time." ”

Zhu Degui was helped back to the room.

Zhang Meilan walked out of the yard with a gloomy face and continued her unfinished chicken feeding business.

Zhu Jinxin cautiously stepped forward and asked, "What's wrong with Dad's body?"

"It's okay, a few days ago, I accidentally hurt my waist by helping people work against cement, and I just raised it for a few days. Zhang Meilan replied lightly.

Zhu Jinxin stepped aside, looking at the brand-new bicycle standing in the mud with infinite scenery, and lost his mind for a while.

........

Three months later, the results of the school's mapping test were announced.

Zhu Jinxin took the report card and walked in the countryside in despair.

She didn't dare to go home, she didn't dare to face her longing parents.

She failed again, even though she put in several times more effort than others.

In front of him was a pond with rippling blue waves, the wind blew, the water was a silver light, and a few mischievous carp jumped out of the water, churning up the waves, and then fell to the bottom.

Zhu Jinxin glanced at the ranking displayed on the crumpled report card, and his mind was in a trance.

....

Puff,

The water splashed, and the silver light was like a dragon.

Ling Bai walked on this country road for the second time, and his mood was indescribably complicated.

In the small vegetable garden, the old lady had just walked from the pond not far away with a urine bucket, and she couldn't help but feel sorry when she saw Ling Bai.

"Donor, meet again. Ling Bai smiled and saluted.

The working people are the most glorious, especially the elderly, who are still fighting on the front line. Two wooden buckets of water, for him before the crossing, he will definitely not be able to walk fifty meters with it.

"Little monk, where are you going?" the old lady put down the urine bucket, picked up the white towel on her shoulder, wiped her sweat, and asked with a smile.

"Fate. ”

"Why do you have to go there? The old woman can take care of the food. ”

"I'm going to have a meal at your place when I get the chance. ”

Ling Bai glanced at the lush and verdant vegetables and fruits in the vegetable garden, chatted with her for a few words, and came to Zhu Fu's house.

Patriarch Zhu and a few fellow villagers who had been infected with an infectious disease sat around a rectangular wooden table, drinking bitter tea and gossiping. In fact, in front of the table, Patriarch Zhu and Zhu Fu were drinking tea, and the others were tightly wrapped, only revealing a pair of dejected eyes.

Seeing that Ling Bai had arrived, everyone got up one after another.

Seeing that he really kept his promise, Patriarch Zhu was relieved and laughed: "Master Ling, on behalf of the villagers of Zhujia Village, I thank you. ”

Ling Bai nodded, looked at the few sick representatives behind him, and went straight to the point.

"Tell me about your situation. When did it start, what symptoms did you have, what did you eat before you got sick, and what strange things happened...... Speak slowly!"

Several 'zongzi' villagers looked at each other, and one stepped forward to uncover the cloth on his face. His name is Zhu Caijun, and he is the latest to be sick, and relatively speaking, his face is not so mad.

"Hello master, my name is Zhu Caijun, a fish scale moss that I got a week, and I haven't been in contact with other sick villagers before. This kind of fish scales starts on the arms, and then spreads all the way to the chest, abdomen, thighs, and finally upwards, neck, face, and when the whole body is covered with fish scales, there will be an inexplicable smell of dead fish on the body. I've now reached the stage where I get to the point where I get a foul smell and some places are starting to itch......."

"I heard other people say that the beginning of picking fish scales is the beginning of life's pain, when the scales of the whole body will rot, and the fishy thick water will flow out, and the whole person will be weak, and slowly like to eat fishy things. ”

Ling Bai's eyelids jumped, interrupted him, and asked, "What is the fishy thing?"

Zhu Caijun glanced at the others, saw that they were all nodding, gritted his teeth and replied, "For example..... Earthworms...."

Ling Bai couldn't help but be embarrassed, and made up a picture of a large bowl of fat earthworms wriggling in the bowl, grabbing a lot of them and stuffing them into his mouth.

He rolled his back apple, swallowed his saliva, and continued to ask, "How are the most serious people now?"

"There is no fear of life for the time being, just ........"

Zhu Caijun didn't say the next words. But everyone knows that although there is no fear for life, the relative life has also lost hope, and it is completely like a living dead who is surviving, and is suffering greatly physically and psychologically.

"Do you have anything in common when you are sick, such as what you have seen or eaten together? ”

Several village names looked at each other, which they had thought about before, and came to the conclusion that it was not clear.

The day before I got sick, I went to work in the fields, carrying water, picking manure, weeding.... In fact, everyone's life trajectory is similar, and there are too many things in common.

Hearing them say this, Ling Bai lost his thoughts for a while, and said to himself, "Since it's fish scales, it should have something to do with fish." ”