A thin shadow in a window, half a volume of plain paper, as I raise my hand and put down my pen, time is fading away.
In just four words, eight years have passed.
The windows that have passed through the years, the plain paper and the thin pen, the mist and rain falling between the eyebrows, soften the golden years.
The clear words connect with the soul, just like petals falling gradually in the wind, gently and poignantly.
Just like that, a stream of water and clouds gently dressed up.
Let the flowers and grass bloom with fragrance, let the years go by, you see, when the rain falls, it will be like your passing: not intentional, not obsessed, spreading slightly, from morning to dusk to forever.
And he, gazing at the Tang poems and Song lyrics, and watching the sudden heavy rain dye the entire summer in the ink paintings...
In my blurred vision, I suddenly remembered that sad summer and the sudden and unbelievable news.
Yes, absolutely unbelievable.
Now, thinking about it, I still feel overwhelmed, but who can control the spread of that news? Who can make that news disappear?
He is just a child, an ignorant young man whose destiny is never in his own hands.
He can't, and neither can Teacher Zhang.
Neither can parents.
That’s a red-headed document issued by the Jingyun City Education Bureau!
A piece of paper ruined all his dreams.
His two years and four months of hard work were crushed to pieces in an instant, turned into powder and wasted.
What's the song like? I'm so heartbroken that I can't breathe!
But he did not cry. It is said that when the heart is bleeding, tears cannot be shed.
Was that his mood that day?
He doesn't know it himself.
He only knew that after that day, everything changed.
Later that day, Lai Lai held his bleeding little finger and started crying in panic. What should I do? What should I do?
He blinked and raised his hand numbly, looking at the little finger held by Lai Lai. A thin layer of skin had been cut off and pulled down along the belly of the little finger.
Looking at the cut off layer of skin, blood was still pouring out, seeping out drop by drop, dripping down the slippery watch, dripping onto the green and white green onions in front of me.
.
Looking at his little finger dripping with blood, he blinked, but unexpectedly, he didn't feel any pain.
As promised, where are the fingers and the heart?
Or did you accidentally break the chili oil and splash it on his hand?
He pulled his hand back and looked at it. It didn't seem like chili oil?
It seemed like he was really hurt.
Liu Ruixuan blinked his eyes, raised his hand to wipe his face, walked numbly to the room, took out a long piece of gauze from his mother's usual sewing basket, and took out another ball of thread.
He remembered that in the past, when he was accidentally injured, his mother would wrap him with gauze. There was nothing wrong with doing so.
He took the gauze and put it on his left hand. The cloth was too big and needed to be cut.
In fact, it was okay not to cut it. After thinking about it, he decided to cut it.
His mother kept telling him and Xiuxiu to save money.
My mother said that it is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality.
What's more, they are just a subsistence family.
He walked out of the room and walked up to Lai Lai. For Lai Lai, help him cut the gauze a little smaller, then wrap it around his little finger and tie it tightly with wool.
Is this okay?
Hu Lai was stunned, looking at the little finger dripping with blood, and then looked at Teacher Zhang.
"I'll do it." Teacher Zhang came over, put his black briefcase on the bamboo chair where Hu Lai was sitting, and looked carefully at Liu Ruixuan's bleeding little finger, "Fortunately, it's not heavy."
After saying that, he looked at Hu Lai and said, "Why are you crying? I just cut off a little skin, not the flesh. Go and look in the house to see if there are any white hemostatic tablets."
"I'll go by myself. I don't know where I'm going." Liu Ruixuan raised his head and glanced at Teacher Zhang, then at Hu Lai, then turned and walked toward the room.
After taking two steps, I was suddenly startled. What was Teacher Zhang looking for?
Hu Lai on the side quickly followed, "Xiao Rui, let me help you find some white hemostatic tablets."
Liu Ruixuan didn't look back or answer. He walked to the small cabinet in the room mechanically, pulled out one of the drawers, and opened it.
I found several boards of white pills. I looked around and didn't know which ones they were, so I took them all out.
"I'll get it." Hu Lai took it, pulled Liu Ruixuan and walked out, "Teacher Zhang, I found it."
Teacher Zhang took it, looked around, took one of the boards, quickly pinched the wrapped aluminum box with his fingers, took a piece, looked around, pulled the gauze in Hu Lai's hand, and put it on the table
, and put the pills over.
He took the kitchen knife on the chopping board and ground the tablets into fine powder. He glanced at Liu Ruixuan's hand and cut off a small section of the gauze with the kitchen knife.
Then, he carefully held Liu Ruixuan's hand, gently held up the thin layer of skin that had slipped off, and used the corner of the gauze to lift it up. Then he carefully pressed the gauze and medicinal powder onto the wound, and then put the gauze on the wound.
Circle it twice, and then press it gently with the pads of your fingers.
"Teacher Zhang, thread." Hu Lai quickly handed over the ball of wool.
Seeing the look in Teacher Zhang's eyes, I was startled for a moment, thought for a moment, pulled off some, put it in my mouth, bit it with my teeth, bit off a large piece, and handed it over to Teacher Zhang.
"No need." Teacher Zhang waved his hand and sighed softly, "Just press it for a while, no need to tie it."
"Xiao Rui, didn't you just say you were going to tie it up?" Hu Lai glanced at Liu Ruixuan, then turned to Teacher Zhang, with tears in his eyes, but he managed not to fall.
Liu Ruixuan raised his eyes numbly and looked towards Teacher Zhang.
It really doesn't need to be fastened.
He hasn't felt any pain yet.
"Is it really not necessary to fasten it?" Hu Lai asked again in a low voice, "I see that when my mother bound my legs before, she always had to fasten them."
"Huh?" Teacher Zhang snorted and looked towards Hu, "Where are you injured? When did it happen?"
"Me?" Hu Lai was speechless for a moment, thought for a moment, lowered his head, "That was all two or three years ago."
"Oh." Teacher Zhang responded, "It's all over. It's not what it used to be. What's more, it's summer now. The bag is not breathable and is not good for the wound. It only hurts a thin layer of skin. Apply some
Use the medicine to stop the bleeding and you’ll be fine.”
"Oh." Hu Lai responded, looked at Teacher Zhang, and suddenly found that Teacher Zhang, whom he once looked up to, was now looking straight at him. To be precise, he was looking down.
He is already 1.2 meters tall.
Xiao Rui is also 1.7 meters tall.
However, Teacher Zhang is still the most respected teacher in their hearts.
Things are different now.
yes.
Hu Lai responded softly in his heart. Three or four years ago, he was always the one who got hurt.
Now, the injured one pretending to be a grandson is his dissatisfied father.
Thanks to my cousin.
However, thinking of his cousin, Hu Lai's nose couldn't help but ache and he looked towards Liu Ruixuan.
However, there was no news about my cousin as early as three years ago.
Now, I don’t know where it is.
That distant Jingyun, that one hundred kilometers away from their Liujia Village, why is it so far away?
A sadness suddenly rose in my heart.
Xiao Rui and his dream were left together in this summer, and the fallen leaves barren the whole world.
Why is this happening?
They just want to see their cousin again. Why is it so difficult to meet her?