In the old man's side room, as soon as the clay figure opened his eyes, he saw that the cobwebs on the roof had been broken by flies. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info when he was feeling sad about the futility of the spider's efforts, a speck of dust fell from the sky and fell straight into his eyes.

"!" the clay man woke up with the pain in his eyes, and he sat up sharply, tears welling up and his index finger roaming around his sockets, trying to wipe the dust off it. Poria ran into the side room and asked in surprise, "Big brother, what's wrong with you?"

The clay figure broke his eyelids with both hands and begged, "Come in, go into the ashes, help me blow the ......"

Poria hurriedly lay on the side of the bed, puffed out her cheeks, and blew hard: "Huhuhu!"

The cool air entered his eyes, and even the tears were blown away, and the clay man covered his eyes and said, "Thank you, it's okay." ”

Poria was still lying on the edge of the bed, looking at him curiously: "You woke up half an hour earlier than grandpa expected, is there something uncomfortable?"

"It's okay, I had a nightmare. The clay man looked at the little Poria and said, "Do you also understand medicine?"

Poria shook her head: "Grandpa said that his medical skills are passed on to men but not to women, so I didn't learn." ”

"Feudal mentality! backward and conservative!" the clay man denounced: "What era is this, and there is even gender discrimination!"

Poria wrinkled her little nose and said, "Hmph! Don't talk about my grandfather! Even if I can't be a doctor, I can still be a teacher!"

The clay man was stunned, and Poria turned away angrily, still angry at him for blaming his grandfather. The clay man watched the little girl leave the side house, and his heart was empty, how many such children were there, taking the choice given by the family as a matter of course?

He lowered his head and smiled bitterly, and the courtyard was silent, and the clay man lay on the bed for a while, and shouted to the door, "Is there anyone?

Unable to hear the movement, the clay figure sighed silently and lay on the pillow to think about what to do next. Obviously, he can't hike Jiangsu this summer, and it is now the end of July, only a month before the start of school in September, hoping to recover from his injuries before the end of August. I really couldn't do it, so I had to ask my father to send me to Beijing.

He thought for a moment, then shouted outside, "Is there anyone? I want to make a call, is anyone there?"

Still no one responded, but this time the ear of the clay man heard the sound of pages turning in the hall.

The clay man quickly touched the poetry book in his arms, but fortunately it was still there. He persistently shouted outside, "Is anyone there? Hey, hey, is anyone there, is anyone there......"

"You're really verbose!" Poria lifted the curtain and walked into the side room and said, "Now you need to recuperate! Rest is to lie quietly on the bed, take good care of your bones, don't move, otherwise it will hurt and hurt!"

The clay figure said with a bitter face: "I want to call home and inform them to come and pick me up......"

"Don't think about it," Poria interrupted him, shook his head, and said, "Now grandpa and uncle are out to collect medicine, and my guitar brother is performing outside, and I am the only one at home, and the phone is on the cabinet in the hall, so I can't carry you to call." ”

The clay figure asked, "Don't you see that the orthopedic department doesn't have crutches? I really don't have a thick bamboo, I can hold it up and make a phone call." ”

Poria stared at him solemnly: "Don't think that you can underestimate me at a young age! I have been with my grandfather for seven years, and I am a qualified little nurse! You can't move if you say you can't move, you can make a phone call later, but being disabled is a lifelong thing!"

The clay man smiled bitterly: "Hello little nurse, I promise to be obedient, just lie here and rest." ”

Poria nodded with satisfaction, thought about it and ran to the hall, moved a chair and sat at the door of the side room, always vigilant.

The clay figure sighed, pulled out the paper bag from his arms, and opened it again to look at the poems inside.

Poria saw the clay figure sitting honestly on the bed reading a book, and after thinking for a while, she also got up and ran to the hall, brought a plain white booklet, and put it on her lap to read.

When the clay figure found that the little girl was also reading a book seriously, he couldn't help but ask curiously, "Poria, what book are you reading? poetry or literature?"

The reading was interrupted, Poria frowned, and replied dissatisfiedly: "Towards the Future series, "Let the Light of Science Illuminate Yourself". ”

The clay figure was surprised: "You like science, that's amazing!"

Poria shook her head and said, "I like math. ”

Clay Man: "......"

After a long time, he smiled embarrassedly: "Mathematics is the mother of science, as long as you persist in studying, you will definitely be successful in the future, and maybe you will become the contemporary Hua Luogeng and Chen Jingrun." ”

Poria pursed her lips and began to carefully read the history of science in the book, the clay figure was quite bored, and lowered her head and silently recited the poems on it.

As the sun moves west, the ticking of the hall clock is audible, adding to the silence, and the two men read the book in silence until the cheers break the silence.

The young man ran into the hall with his guitar on his back, and without even seeing a figure, he laughed and said, "Uncle Zhang! I'm here to pay the medical bills!"

Poria's hands trembled in fright, and she dropped the book on the ground. She was angry and said, "What's your name? Don't you know that the patient needs to recuperate?

"Uncle Zhang is not there?" the young man stretched his head into the side room, looking for it suspiciously, and when he saw the clay figure holding the magazine, he said happily: "Boss, are you awake? I have good news for you, I just spent two hours and earned more than forty yuan!"

"Forty dollars in two hours?" the clay man wondered, "Are you stealing or robbing?"

"I earn money based on my ability!" said the young man triumphantly: "Forty-five yuan for one village, thousands of villages in the country." Boss, if I had a car, I would be 10,000 yuan now!"

"How did you earn it?" the clay figure put away his poems and looked at the young man with great interest.

The young man smiled proudly: "This matter has to start from when I hid in the supply and marketing store to escape the summer......

After the young man finished speaking, the clay figure praised: "You are very economical, and you don't want to be a businessman." ”

The young man shook his head and said: "These people are just trying to taste fresh, and I also take the opportunity to make a small amount of money, if you really want to make money, it is better to go to the city to be more reliable." A group of farmers who are struggling to make ends meet will not be willing to spend money on enjoyment. Well, at the current rate of economic development, not for at least the next twenty years. ”

The clay man smiled and said, "Let's not talk about this yet, you came just in time, take me to the hall to make a call." ”

The young man was stunned: "Who are you calling?"

The clay man said: "Call my dad, after all, it's almost August, and I definitely can't go back now." I had to ask him to help me pack my things first, and then I went back to get my luggage and take the car at the end of August. ”

The young man nodded: "It makes sense, it takes a hundred days to break your muscles and bones, and it's a good thing to prepare in advance." ”

He strode to the side of the bed, leaned over and picked up the clay figurine, Poria pouted behind him: "Is your father in this province? Can you say hurry? Long-distance calls are expensive......

Before the clay man could speak, the young man sneered and said, "Don't talk about domestic long-distance, even international roaming, I can also afford to pay the phone bill!"

Poria was squeezed by these words, and her eyes were red and her stomach was full of grievances. The clay man glared at the young man and comforted him with kind words: "It's okay, he works in a cloth factory in Wuxi, I won't say it for too long." ”

Despite this, Poria still stuck behind the two of them like chewing gum, and watched them come to the front of the hall and sit on the Taishi chair to make a phone call. This phone is a treasure for the whole family and even the whole village, more than 2,000 yuan! If it weren't for a chief who was rescued by her grandfather and personally sent someone to install it, their village would still be sending letters.

The clay figure took a deep breath and began to tap the string of phone numbers that he knew by heart.