Rebirth do not come

After lunch, grandpa came back and chatted with grandma.Ni Hui listened from the side, the family that grandpa went to really had the surname Shui, and he knew in his heart that most likely Shui Xiangdong's family, because Shui's surname is not common, and the terrible thing is that grandpa still has contacts with his family , How did he not know before.

In fact, it's normal not to know. In the past, he seldom came to his grandfather's house. Brother Shui Xiangdong was picked up by his relatives after his parents had an accident, and then went to the orphanage. There was no interaction between them at all.

The illness came and went quickly, and by the afternoon, Ni Hui was already alive and kicking.But grandpa and grandma said that starting tonight, he can no longer live upstairs alone, and will sleep downstairs with grandpa.

Living with his grandparents, he received much more care and attention than when living with his parents. Ni Hui was very satisfied.Grandpa is a retired cadre. He has a very high quality of life in his old age and a carefree life. He will pursue spiritual satisfaction. In addition to planting flowers and grass, he also raises two rabbits, one white and one gray. Play chess with old friends, practice calligraphy at home in the afternoon, and draw some Chinese paintings.

Grandpa's paintings are purely graffiti, which he did as he pleases, and he occasionally doodled for fun, but his brush calligraphy is very good. According to him, he learned from many calligraphy masters, and later formed a family of his own, and he was outstanding among all his calligraphy friends.When grandpa was writing calligraphy, Ni Hui watched from the side, and grandpa looked at grandson: "Huihui, do you want to write?"

Ni Hui nodded: "Okay." In his previous life, he had never learned any special skills except reading, but now he wants to learn a little. Calligraphy can calm people down, so learning it is good.

Grandpa smiled all over his face, but regardless of the fact that his grandson didn’t even go to school, he excitedly led him to pick up all his belongings for learning calligraphy: felt pads, brushes, straw paper, ink, inkstone, paperweight, etc. were all ready one by one. On the copybook, my grandfather seriously discussed with some old friends which fonts would be better for the children to learn.

An old friend said: "Beginners, learn European sports. It is easy to get started. It can be big or small, and they are all beautiful."

Another also echoed: "European style is good, and we can innovate on this basis in the future. Yan style and Liu style have reached the extreme, it is difficult to write, and it is even more difficult to break through, especially when learning running script and cursive script in the later stage."

But my grandfather said: "I have learned calligraphy for many years, but I actually appreciate the face more. The face is square inside and round outside. It is upright and awe-inspiring. It is writing and being a human being."

Ni Hui listened quietly at the side. He didn't know calligraphy, but only knew about the tendons and bones of the face. Hearing what my grandfather said, he was a little yearning for the face.

But an old friend said: "Small fonts are not good-looking, and the ancients mostly practiced European style, so there are more recipients."

Grandpa lowered his head and asked Ni Hui: "Hui Hui, what do you think you want to learn?"

Ni Hui said crisply: "Body."

A group of old people laughed: "This kid has an idea."

Grandpa felt very relieved, and held his grandson's hand: "Haha, okay, let's learn how to look good, let's go and buy copybooks."

The beginning of learning calligraphy is to learn to trace red, buy a trace red book, start to fill in ink and trace red, write one word a day, ten times.

Grandpa found that although Ni Hui was a beginner, he filled in ink very well, so he thought he had discovered a genius: "Old lady, come and see Hui Hui's handwriting. He has never learned to write, but he can write decently. It seems that we, Hui Hui Hui is a calligraphy genius."

This made Ni Hui very ashamed, he is not a genius, he just lived 20 years longer than others.

Practicing calligraphy requires perseverance, at least three months of practice, before you have the structure of the characters in your mind, so that you can copy them out of the box.This is a boring and lengthy process. Ni Hui is not in a hurry, so he is honing his will.Grandpa was also very surprised that grandson wrote quietly without any impatience.

On Sunday afternoon, after Ni Hui finished writing big characters at home, he squatted in the yard and watched the two little rabbits in the rabbit nest grazing.Zhang Yong passed by the gate of his grandfather's house by rolling the iron ring, ran past and then turned back: "Ni—little mud, let's go play together." Give him a nickname.

Ni Hui didn't dislike it either, he just said, "I don't have an iron ring."

"Ask your grandfather to make one for you." Zhang Yong said.

"You wait for me to ask." Ni Hui walked to the door, looked at the grandfather who was writing calligraphy, hesitated for a moment, not knowing how to speak.Grandpa noticed him and stopped writing: "What's the matter, Huihui?"

Ni Hui said: "Grandpa, can you help me make an iron ring like Zhang Yong's?"

Grandpa glanced at Zhang Yong who was pushing the hoop around in his yard, and put down his pen: "Okay, I'll look for tools and make one for you."

Ni Hui said happily, "Thank you, grandpa." He turned around and said to Zhang Yong, "My grandpa said he would do it for me."

Zhang Yong said: "Can you push? I will teach you first."

"Okay." Ni Hui happily passed by. Rolling hoops is his distant childhood memory. In the past, he and Sha Hanming used to push the hoops and run wildly in the streets and alleys, sweating profusely.

Zhang Yong handed him his hoop, and Ni Hui took it in his hand. After trying it twice, he found the feeling. The hoop rolled on the ground and made a rattling sound. The simple happiness overflowed from the bottom of his heart, and Ni Hui Hui is also infected.

Zhang Yong said: "You are really good at it, you learned it so quickly."

Ni Hui stopped and laughed: "How long have you been in school?"

Zhang Yong said: "I am in the first grade. I am in Xiangqian Primary School."

"Do you go to school by yourself?"

"I will go by myself. When I am older, I will ask my dad to buy a bicycle, and I will ride there. Where do you go to school?" Zhang Yong asked.

Ni Hui said: "I am in preschool at Panpan Kindergarten. After the summer vacation, I will be in the first grade."

"I don't know where Panpan Kindergarten is. Qianqian Primary School is over there, not far from my home." Zhang Yong said.

Grandpa really made an iron ring for Ni Hui. There are ready-made iron hoops of discarded wooden barrels at home, which are very suitable for making iron rings. Then use a small bamboo pole to cover a small wire hook, which is very simple.

Zhang Yong pushed the iron ring and ran ahead, Ni Hui ran behind him, and grandpa said from behind: "Hui Hui, be careful with the car on the road, don't fall."

Ni Hui replied loudly: "I see, Grandpa." There are few cars these days, but it is safe.

Children's friendship is very easy to establish, often a word, a piece of candy, a simple game, very little utilitarianism, because everyone needs a playmate, that's all.Ni Hui was a little doubtful that Zhang Yong would come to play with him, but where was his friend?

Zhang Yong took Ni Hui all the way to play, showing him the way, where is the school, where is the store, and then they stopped in front of a house, Zhang Yong poked his head to look inside.Ni Hui looked at the house, the front of the door was a bit messy, there were strips of white cloth, yellow paper money, red firecracker crumbs, and purple couplets hanging on the door, which were elegiac couplets for funerals, obviously just finished the funeral here . In the early 90s, in their small town, cremation had not been fully implemented, and most of them were buried according to old customs.

When Ni Hui thought of Shui Xiangdong's parents, he felt a little scared for no reason. This could be Shui Xiangdong's family.He looked at Zhang Yong nervously: "Zhang Yong, where is this?"

Zhang Yong said: "This is my good friend's house. His parents died and were buried yesterday. I don't know if he is at home."

Ni Hui tugged at Zhang Yong's sleeve: "I'm afraid, let's go."

"If you're afraid of anything, you'll bury it." Zhang Yong is a very courageous boy.

Ni Hui backed away slowly: "Then I'll go back first." He was not afraid of the dead, but the living.

Zhang Yong said: "Don't go, let's go back together later, can you find out where your grandfather's house is? I'll go and see if Xiang Dong is at home."

In Ni Hui's heart, there are countless grass and mud horses galloping past, and it really is Shui Xiangdong's home.He turned around and ran away without pushing the iron ring.As a result, I ran for a while and found myself lost. Where did I come from?He stopped and looked around, not knowing where he was.Just now, he kept his head down and held the iron ring in his hand, and followed Zhang Yong all the way, without remembering the way at all, so it's all right now.

But he was not in a hurry. After all, he was not really a child, but an adult. He should ask someone later. Anyway, someone should know his grandfather's name.

He breathed a sigh of relief and was about to move forward, when he saw Shui Xiangdong leading a two or three-year-old boy towards him.What is this called? I'm really afraid of something.He took a deep breath, pretended not to know him, and walked forward calmly.

Shui Xiangdong looked at Ni Hui, and was stunned. Ni Hui put the hoop in his hand on the ground and began to push the hoop, but he found it was a wrong decision because he was so nervous that he couldn't control it at all. He couldn't keep the balance of the iron ring, so he had no choice but to pick up the fallen iron ring and clamp it under his arm.

When passing by Shui Xiangdong, he heard Shui Xiangdong say: "That——"

Then Zhang Yong's voice came from behind: "Xiangdong!" Zhang Yong ran over like a gust of wind.

Ni Hui pressed down his beating heart, turned to look at Zhang Yong, Zhang Yong said with some surprise: "Little mud, why did you come here, don't you want to go home?"

Ni Hui stretched out his hand and scratched his head: "I forgot the way."

"Oh, then you can go back with me later." Zhang Yong said cheerfully, "Little Niba, this is my good friend, Xiangdong. Xiangdong, this is the grandson of Grandpa Chen's family, named Xiaoniba. "

Ni Hui didn't correct his name, and let him introduce him. Anyway, he made up his mind that he would not associate with Shui Xiangdong, and he absolutely had to pretend that he didn't know him.

Shui nodded to the east: "Your name is Little Niba?"

Ni Hui hummed.

Zhang Yong asked: "Xiangdong, my grandfather said that you are going to your uncle's house? Is it true?"

Shui Xiangdong shook his head: "No, Yangyang and I are at home."

Zhang Yong became happy: "It's great not to go, otherwise I won't have anyone to play with in the future."

Shui Xiangdong couldn't see any joy or anger on his face, he just twitched the corners of his mouth and looked down at his younger brother: "Zhang Yong, I'm going back first, I'm going to have guests in a while."

Zhang Yong nodded quickly: "Okay. Are you going to school tomorrow? Tomorrow is Children's Day, the school will be on holiday in the afternoon, and there will be a performance in the morning. Are you going to watch it?"

Shui Xiangdong said, "I will go to school tomorrow."

Zhang Yong became happy: "Then let's go to school together tomorrow, and I'll come find you."

Shui nodded to the east, looked at Ni Hui, hesitated to speak, and finally said nothing.His younger brother looked at the hoops in the hands of the two, and pointed to the hoop in Ni Hui's hand: "Brother, I want to play with that."

Ni Hui looked at the iron ring in his hand, if it was another child, he would definitely have given it to him, but for Shui Xiangdong's younger brother, he could only pretend not to hear.Fortunately, Zhang Yong was very knowledgeable about current affairs, so he quickly handed over the hoop in his hand: "Yangyang, brother Yong's is for you to play with."

Shui Xiangdong grabbed his younger brother's hand: "We don't play that, Yangyang, go home, brother will carry you, and uncle will come to our house later. Thank you Zhang Yong, we don't play now."

Ni Hui remained silent, Shui Xiangdong picked up his younger brother, took a look at Ni Hui, and left.Zhang Yong looked at the backs of the Shui Xiangdong brothers, and then said to Ni Hui: "Little mud, let's go back. By the way, what's your name?"

Ni Hui thought to himself, after playing together for a long time, he finally remembered to ask his own name, so he said, "Ni Hui."

Zhang Yong giggled: "It's better to hear the little mud."