Zhang Xiaoqi, as the youngest child in the family, commonly known as the old son, is the most beloved object of his parents and older brothers and sisters, this kind of love has always been rich and poor, but there are more brothers and sisters in the family, and the embarrassment in life does not have the soil for Zhang Xiaoqi to feel and squander, but it makes Zhang Xiaoqi cherish it even more and is not easy to love.

Seeing that there was still a lot of maltose left in Peng Fatdun'er's hands, Zhang Xiaoqi's big cunning eyes couldn't help but move:

"Okay, I'll help you complete your master's homework - those fifty big characters, but ......" said as he said, his eyes involuntarily looked at Peng Fatdun'er's little fat hand holding maltose

"That word is a certainty" Peng Fat Dun'er was afraid that Zhang Xiaoqi would regret it, so he wrapped the maltose in Xiaopang's hand and slapped it on Zhang Xiaoqi's hand.

"Isn't this okay? I've given it all, so don't you have nothing to eat?" Zhang Xiaoqi is still a little reserved:

"Or... Will you give me half of it?"

"What's this" Peng Fat Dun'er said, and with great effort, he put his little fat hand into his arms and dragged it inside:

"Look, I still have a pack, and I can't eat enough maltose at home," he said, and there was a trend of putting his little fat hands behind his back to become a little adult.

"That deal" Zhang Xiaoqi is really a little afraid of Peng Fat Dun'er's little adult who learned from Peng Fat Dun'er's father;

"Hey... Xiao Qi, what are you holding in your hand? The pattern is so beautiful, show me if it's okay" said that the little fat hand was about to take the box in Zhang Xiaoqi's hand;

"This can't be done, my father made it for me, and no one will show it" Zhang Xiaoqi said very hard, for fear that Peng Fat Dun'er would come to grab it, so he carried the box behind him;

"I won't tell you, I'm going to send the cow, and I'm going home to help you write the fifty big characters under the master's cloth, I'm leaving, Fat Dun'er" turned around and took the reins of the old cow and walked in the direction of Peng Fat Dun'er's house;

I only heard Peng Fat Dun'er say something like "Stingy, I have a bigger and more beautiful box than your box at home", Zhang Xiaoqi didn't care, he didn't care about it, he didn't leave long and sent the cow back, said hello to Peng Fat Dun'er's father, and went home.

When I got home, I saw that my mother hadn't cooked yet, so I ran over as if offering treasure:

"Auntie, look, maltose, what a sweet maltose" Zhang Xiaoqi held his little hand on Lao Gao, but he carefully opened the oil paper bag and showed it to his mother, his eyes were full of expectation, looking forward to his mother's praise, and his mother's loving eyes fell on Zhang Xiaoqi's immature little face:

"Xiao Qi, where did you get the maltose, is it not well-behaved again, bullying the fat dun'er, huh?" The mother's hand touched Zhang Xiaoqi's head lovingly, and asked, the voice was not very loud, but in Zhang Xiaoqi's ears it was the most beautiful sound in the world;

"Oh no, I'm just... It's just..."Zhang Xiaoqi lowered his head in his mother's gentle gaze, but he couldn't say the little dirty deal with Peng Fat Dun'er in words, and he could only defend himself in a whispered voice, but his mother didn't continue to ask, after the last flint incident, his mother understood the origin of maltose, but she still used her slender fingers to gently point on Zhang Xiaoqi's forehead and nodded:

"Don't allow it next time, let's go play, wait for the next time to wash your hands and eat" After speaking, he turned around and was about to go to the stove to prepare for cooking, but Zhang Xiaoqi pulled the corner of his mother's clothes, and his mother turned around and looked at Zhang Xiaoqi waiting for him to speak:

"A-Niang, you close your eyes, I want to play a game with you, okay?" Zhang Xiaoqi shook the corners of his mother's clothes with his delicate little hands, and his big eyes looked at his mother very movingly, his eyes were full of expectation;

The mother looked at Zhang Xiaoqi and smiled and didn't speak, squatted down, closed her eyes, and waited for Zhang Xiaoqi's next words, of course, it was more of a prayer for Zhang Xiaoqi's filial piety and family affection;

"Auntie, open your mouth," said the little hand to put the largest piece of maltose in the oiled paper bag into the mother's mouth, and then helped the mother close her mouth, like a little prank succeeded in the joyful laughter:

"A-Niang, the maltose is very sweet" After speaking, she looked at her mother's gentle gaze with admiration, and her mother touched Zhang Xiaoqi's head with her hand with relief and said:

"Xiao Qi is so good, what about the rest of the maltose? What are you going to do?" said and looked at Zhang Xiaoqi encouragingly, Zhang Xiaoqi just hesitated for a moment and said:

"I want to give it to Daddy and the eldest brother, second brother, eldest sister, second sister, third sister, fourth sister, by the way, and sister-in-law" Zhang Xiaoqi counted all the people in the family with his little finger, and ran to the house after speaking, his mother was full of relief and looked at Zhang Xiaoqi's thin back running to the house, her eyes were slightly red, and she was slightly stunned for a while before turning around and going to the stove to work for dinner;

On the dinner table, Zhang Xiaoqi fed the maltose to his father who came back at the end, and left two pieces of maltose in his father's tired but more comforting words, Zhang Xiaoqi was still very happy, and after dinner, he returned to the room with his second brother, preparing to write the homework that the master laid for Peng Fat Dun'er- The fifty big characters, Zhang Xiaoqi sat up straight, sat on the small desk that his father specially tailored for Zhang Xiaoqi and wrote the big characters, of course, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were specially prepared by Peng Pang Duner for Zhang Xiaoqi, in fact, all the coursework taught by Master Gan in the half a year of reading, how much Peng Pang Duner learned or remembered, Zhang Xiaoqi did not know or care very well, but Zhang Xiaoqi himself remembered very clearly, although Master Gan did not understand many things very well, but Zhang Xiaoqi remembered, especially in terms of literacy, the commonly used words were basically known and remembered, Zhang Xiaoqi saw satisfaction from the afterglow of every old master Gan。

After writing the big characters, it was completely dark, Zhang Xiaoqi and the second brother took off their clothes and lay on the bed, Zhang Xiaoqi took the box and put it on the side of the bedside pillow with black smearing, the family didn't ask much about the box, after the flint and maltose incident, the family was not surprised, Zhang Xiaoqi touched the box, then turned around and closed his eyes and fell asleep... It seems that I have completely forgotten the things that have been nightmarished by dreams, maybe the sweet taste of maltose covers up the panic of nightmares, but some things are not something that you can hide if you want to forget the past, just like Zhang Xiaoqi's dream next... The box placed next to the pillow flashed in the night after Zhang Xiaoqi fell asleep, but it did not attract attention;

"Hey, why did I come to this place again" With the experience in the last dream, it made Zhang Xiaoqi not so scared and panicked in the dream, the dark detention did not make Zhang Xiaoqi feel the panic he deserved, Zhang Xiaoqi felt that he was just dreaming, what was so terrible about dreaming? Not to mention that he was still at home, with his parents and family, and he would wake up at dawn in the dream, but this dream that made Zhang Xiaoqi think that he would wake up at dawn was not as short as Zhang Xiaoqi imagined......