The rooster crowed loudly.

The golden morning light shone out in the gaps of the clouds, and the edges of the light spread out from the earth, pushing away the color of Qingming and wrapping the distant foothills in.

In the sky, smoke slowly rose, and the noises in the mountain village were noisy and became angry.

The spring plowing season has passed, and even during the slack season, we have to go to the fields to take care of them, drive away the birds and pull out the decayed ears.

After breakfast, Liangsheng followed his father Lu Laoshi to the ground with a hoe. The thin fields at home were a little far away from the village. There were also people who were familiar with each other in the village. They greeted each other and went to their own fields.

"Dig the trench a little deeper and add more water."

Lu Laoshi instructed his son, father and son, to bring in the stream a few feet away on this morning, pass through other people's fields, and put them in their own fields. Whether the harvest will be good in the year depends on this stream.

After a busy morning, Lu Liangsheng's calves were covered in mud. He sat on the ridge of the field and watched the stream flowing slowly with mud and muddy.

On the other side, I looked at my son's expression with a hoe, thinking that I was still thinking about buying a pen, and I sighed a little in my heart, but I was too gentle and honest and couldn't fart for a long time.

Walked over and sat down next to his son: "Liangsheng, do you really want to buy a pen?"

"think."

The boy lowered his head and raised his head, and a smile appeared on his tender face: "You should buy a donkey at home first, and you still can't spend money indiscriminately. I know this."

"If your family saves money, if you buy a donkey and make a donkey cart, your father can help others get some goods and earn more money during the slack farming period."

Lu Laoshi looked at his sensible son and touched his head: "You are too old to get married, and there are still many places for our family to spend money."

While the father and son were talking, they shouted "Dad! Brother!" from a distance, and a small figure came running with two braids shaking.

Crossing the small gully, Lu Xiaoxian carried the basket, and the clay pot with the gap squatted down between the old and the young, and took out two pieces of thick millet-ground steamed buns from the basket with his little hands.

"Dad, brother, it's time to eat."

He poured a bowl of cold water into the clay pot and handed it to Lu Liangsheng: "Give it, the steamed bun is very rough, don't choke."

"What about me?" Lu Laoshi spread his hands, the little girl next to him bulged her eyes and pointed at her brother: "Let me drink it first, Daddy is an adult, and she can withstand thirst."

The little daughter's innocent expression and words made Lu Laoshi laugh, and Liangsheng, who was full of thoughts next to him, also chuckled.

What happened this morning was actually still stuck in his heart. The strange dreams at night and the sudden appearance of paintings on the ground made him feel a little uneasy and confused.

After a while of lunch, Lu Xiaoxian watched his brother and father work hard on the ridge of the field for a while, and the three of them went back together. At this time, there was still something to do at home, but Lu Liangsheng's doubts that he wanted to solve became more and more urgent. He took advantage of the fact that his mother ordered, washed his feet, put on his broken shoes, ran quickly towards the mountain, and followed the familiar path to the mountain road.

The rustling sounds of footsteps.

After pulling out the branches that were hanging down, Lu Liangsheng found the green worms that had come several times, with huge rocks, moss climbing, and birds falling on the branches and pecking at the leaves and slowly crawling.

"Do you want to shout a few times?" The boy stood opposite the rock, his fingers tightly pinching him a little nervous.

The night wind blew across the forest, and the leaves rustled among the intertwined branches.

After hesitating for a long time, Lu Liangsheng took a deep breath, plucked up the courage, and shouted: "Gao...Grade...I'm here!"

A slightly trembling sound echoed in the open space. Suddenly, birds and insects sounded as if they had disappeared for a moment. Except for the rustling sound of leaves, the surroundings were surprisingly quiet.

The boy's gaze became dark and he looked up and the sky became a little gloomy. A cloud covered the bright sun just now.

"This day has become so fast. Could it be raining?" Lu Liangsheng thought for a moment, took two steps back, and turned around: "Just go back first. If it rains heavily, it will not be able to go down the mountain..."

He turned around and walked two steps, and suddenly heard a sound behind him: "Little baby, don't you wait?"

The back, who had just turned around and left, stopped. Although he was a little prepared, he was still shocked at the moment. Lu Liangsheng turned his head and looked at the front of the huge rock. There was an old man in a gray robe standing in front of the huge rock.

There was a smile on his wrinkled face, and his back was a little hunched, but his eyes were particularly bright, like two sharp blades stabbing people's eyes, and he didn't dare to look directly. There was a gourd tied around his waist, and the black patterns on it made him unable to help but take a look.

"You are just a young man who is leaving after a while? Thanks to the hospitality for many days, I should also give you a reply. What do you want?"

Lu Liangsheng stood there in a daze. When he heard these words, he remembered what happened last night and bowed to the old man: "I...I want to become a disciple."

"Add to Master?"

The old man walked over, the gourd hanging around his waist shook lightly, staring at the boy's face for a moment: "What's your name?"

"My name is Lu Liangsheng, and I live in the village at the foot of the mountain." Liangsheng did not dare to raise his head, thinking about listening to some stories told by the older generation in the village, and lowered his head: "Old man, last night... I had a dream."

The old man looked at him, turned his steps away, walked to the side with his hands in his arms, and looked at the surrounding mountain wall, with a smile on his lips: "That was what I asked to dream of you. During the half month, I worshiped you every day, which shows that you are sincere and I asked you to come here. Since you want to worship me as your teacher, what do you want to learn?"

“I…I want to learn to read.”

Over there, the old man who had originally raised his head and looked at the mountains and fields, stunned for a moment, incredible, and even a bit ridiculous expression to look at the boy: "Learn to read? I am the only way to read?"

"Ah... do you want to teach anything else?" Lu Liangsheng blinked in confusion.

"you…"

The old man didn't know what to say. After watching the other person for a moment, he whipped his sleeves and a stone as big as a grinding beside him flew up and hit a tree not far away. It made a crisp sound, and the branches trembled, and the whole tree broke and fell down in the waist.

The flashing fragments fell into the boy's footsteps and rolled.

Lu Liangsheng was so shocked that he looked at the scene blankly. He couldn't react for a long time, and then he raised his face tremblingly and looked at the old man.

It seemed that he was very satisfied with the young man's expression. The old man turned his robe and put his sleeves behind him, "Are you willing to learn?"

After saying that, regardless of whether the young man agreed or not, he had two more dilapidated books in his hand like a magic trick, and flew into Lu Liangsheng's arms. The latter hugged him quickly and looked at the book with the fragrance of books, and was at a loss.

"I am injured and can't talk to you too much. Let's go back first. When I go to bed tonight, remember to light an incense stick at the window to teach you knowledge in my dreams, including literacy."

The sky turned dark and the wind blew.

The old man waved his robe and sleeves: "It's going to rain, go home quickly. Don't tell anyone about what happened today."

"It's... Master first."

A series of horrors broke Lu Liangsheng's long-standing perception. Holding the two books, he bowed politely to the old man in front of him and walked down the mountain in a daze.

boom

Thunder sounded loudly and rushed over from the sky. In the blue and white lightning, the old man standing in the open face was clearly extinguished, and he was caressed gently.

Her lips were slightly opened and she was stammering.

"Good bone...Young man..."

A long tongue drooped to his chest, and when the lightning passed, the scarlet red retracted into his mouth.

*******

Rumble

Thunder rolled over the mountains.

The boy had just gone down the mountain with two books in his arms. Heavy rain fell. He hurriedly hid the book in his arms under his clothes, braved the rain curtain connecting the world, and returned home quickly.

Lu Liangsheng sat blankly beside the bed. Outside the room, his mother was already cooking supper in the kitchen, and his sister was burning fire. Occasionally, the noise of chatting and laughing with his father came, feeling the realism.

The previous experience was like a dream.

It was getting darker and it was not until my sister Xiaoxian lay at the door and called him for dinner that she came to her senses.

“Come now.”

After sending my sister away, Lu Liangsheng found two more books to hide, and believed that what happened before was not a dream. After putting it back, he changed his clothes before going to the kitchen.

The family sat down around the stove, and there were only two plates of side dishes, all of which were grown in the yard, and the rice was millet. This year, it was thankful that the government did not collect heavy taxes. If it was a disaster year, this little food was luxurious.

After dinner, Lu Liangsheng helped to clean up the dishes and returned to the room.

The sound of rain fell outside, and the pearl curtains were weaved along the thatch on the eaves of the house.

In the darkness, the boy lit an incense, inserted it into the window, returned to the bed, pillowed with a wooden pillow and looked at the dark roof with his eyes wide open. The smell of incense penetrated into his nose, and he could vaguely hear his parents talking in the kitchen.

"Liangsheng's child has something to do and he doesn't even eat a few bites."

"I just want to buy a pen. He is sensible. I told him in the field today."

"...What's the use of saying it? You have the same virtue as you, you agree with it, but you don't know what you want to be like. If a scholar comes out, your Lu family's ancestral grave will smoke."

The sky was basically dark outside, and there was only a little firewood on the stove. It reflected the silent old stone, and broke a dry branch and threw it into the fire.

"Our family can't afford scholars."

Opposite the woman who was brushing the pot stopped her hand, wiped the sweat stains on her forehead with the wet back of her hand, and looked at her husband: "Then buy an old donkey, buy a pen for Liangsheng and buy a booklet for the rest of the money."

"With the woman's opinion, he is illiterate."

"As I write, I'll know it. I'll just make it. In a few days, I'll take Liangsheng with me."

In the swaying fire, Lu Laoshi got up and left. The rain under the eaves splashed on his pants' legs. He walked to the door of the side room and glanced at his sleeping son. He sighed, turned around and went back to the door of the kitchen. He took his wife's remaining baskets during the day and continued to weave them. He probably made more work when he was in the market.

The wind and raindrops floated into the window frame, and the slowly floating incense swayed, blowing towards the figure who was sleeping.

Under his closed eyes, his eyes suddenly turned, and his thin and fair cheeks seemed to be blown out of a dimples by the wind, slowly wandering.

"Lu Liangsheng"
Chapter completed!