Rebirth do not come

Grandpa is back, and Ni Hui can practice Tai Chi with him again.Ni Hui got up early in the morning, the sun had not yet come out, the morning dew had not yet collected, the air was cool, and there was no large-scale industrial exhaust and a large amount of car exhaust pollution in a small town. The air quality in the morning in the 90s was very high, so you can rest assured. Exercise your body.

Ni Hui followed his grandfather in the small courtyard, taking a horse step and doing Tai Chi.Shui Xiangdong came out of the room, looked at the backs of the old and the young, and couldn't help but be dazed.Although Ni Hui has only learned Tai Chi for more than a month, he is still able to practice Tai Chi. He has a good comprehension, a calm temper, and a quick learner, which makes my grandfather very satisfied.

After the grandfather and grandson finished a set of punches, Ni Hui's nose dripped with sweat. Grandpa said, "Huihui, didn't you forget to practice during the half month that grandpa wasn't here?"

"I haven't forgotten." Ni Hui touched his nose with his hand, and when he turned his head, he saw Shui Xiangdong sitting on a stone bench looking at him. He turned around and walked to the faucet to wash his face.

Grandpa saw the water Xiangdong: "Xiangdong, are you still used to living here?"

Shui Xiangdong laughed: "Well, I'm used to it. Grandpa Chen, can I do Tai Chi with you?"

Grandpa said, "Of course."

"I want to practice with my younger brother when he recovers. His body can't do strenuous exercise. Tai Chi is the best."

Grandpa nodded: "Yes, as long as you can all get up, come and practice Tai Chi with me in the morning."

Ni Hui lowered his head and splashed water to wash his face, thinking, if he really knows how to plan, will he stay here in the future.

Although they lived under the same roof, Ni Hui never took the initiative to talk to Shui Xiangdong.Every time Shui Xiangdong talked to him, unless he was looking for help, Ni Hui seldom answered.Shui Xiangdong found that Ni Hui had a cold attitude towards him, so he usually would not take the initiative to talk to him, and only asked him when he had something to do.

Grandpa and grandma sensed Ni Hui's attitude and thought it was because they were too warm to Shui Xiangdong brothers, which made him feel that he was left out and unhappy.When sleeping at night, the grandfather and grandson were lying on the bed, and the grandfather asked Ni Hui: "Hui Hui, do you not like Yang Yang living in our house?"

Ni Hui shook his head: "No."

Grandpa touched Ni Hui's head: "You can say it if you are unhappy, don't hold it in your heart. Yangyang is not in good health now and needs to be recuperated. Grandpa and grandma are worried that his brother is too young to cook, which will delay his recovery , That’s why we let them stay in our house. We are doing good deeds and helping others, so we have to feel happy.”

Ni Hui looked at his grandfather: "I'm not unhappy, I like Yang Yang very much, and I hope he can get better soon. I just don't like his brother very much."

Grandpa felt strange: "Why don't you like Xiangdong? Xiangdong is a very good and sensible boy. Grandpa still wants you to learn from him."

Ni Hui turned around and curled his lips: "I don't know, I just don't like it when I look at it."

Grandpa patted him on the head: "When we get along with people, don't judge a person on the surface. You need to get in touch with him a few times. Gradually, you will be able to discover the strengths and weaknesses of the other person, and then decide whether this person is worth it or not." It is worthy of deep friendship."

Ni Hui said "Oh", Grandpa just thought he had listened.

Unexpectedly, he still hasn't changed much, his attitude is still indifferent, and he never takes the initiative to talk to Shui Xiangdong.Shui Xiangdong took the initiative to talk to him, but he also ignored him, showing a little impatient look.

After Shui Xiangdong came to Ni Hui's grandpa's house, Zhang Yong spent almost all his time at Ni Hui's grandpa's house except for eating and sleeping. All his friends were there, otherwise where would he go to play?

After breakfast, Zhang Yong came running: "Mud, let's catch beetles."

The scarab is a kind of pest that sucks the trunk of the plant, but its shell is very beautiful. After catching it, you can tie its hind legs with a rope, and then it will fly desperately, making a "buzzing buzzing" sound.

When Ni Hui was in the city, he seldom played with it, because most of the plants in the city were tall and big, and there were few scarabs, so the children seldom played with them.But Zhang Yong knew how to play. They found scarabs sucking tree sap under the vine trellis, beside the privet bushes, or on the branches of wild wormwood in the fields, and gently picked them up with two fingers. Out.

Most of the beetles they catch are verdigris beetles, which are very beautiful in color. There is also a kind of beetle with yellow spots on a black background, which is the same color as cow dung, called the cow dung beetle.Scarabs give off an unpleasant smell. Ni Hui likes to be clean and doesn’t like to scratch them. Usually, Zhang Yong and Sha Hanming catch them. He helps tie them with ropes before coming over to play, although he doesn’t like it. Humming guy with a weird smell, but he's a kid now, so he has to do something like a kid.

Zhang Yong asked Shui Xiangdong, "Are you going to Xiangdong?"

Shui Xiangdong shook his head: "I won't catch beetles anymore, let's go find the cicada monkey at night, that can be cooked and eaten."

Zhang Yong happily agreed: "Okay. Let's take a bath in the stream in the afternoon, and let's go to the mud together."

Ni Hui didn't make a sound, so Zhang Yong took it as his agreement, because he had always bathed in the stream before.

Ni Hui ran away with Zhang Yong, Shui Xiangdong looked at Ni Hui's back, then turned around and went to accompany his younger brother.

After catching the beetle, Ni Hui and Zhang Yong tied the string to the beetle's hind legs, and then let it go. The beetle was anxious to escape, but its hind legs were tied, so it couldn't fly that far, so it kept going. Fly and fly until you are exhausted.

Shui Xiangyang looked at the beetle with great interest, and stretched out his little hand to ask for it. Ni Hui handed him his own to play with, and the child's small face was full of joy.Shui Xiangdong thanked him sincerely: "Thank you, Ni Hui."

Ni Hui found that everyone called him by his nickname or nickname, but he was the only one who called him by his name in a serious manner. He turned and went out with a straight face, showing no signs of happiness or anger.

After waking up from a nap in the afternoon, my grandfather taught Ni Hui to recite the poem "Plums leave sore teeth, plantains are divided into green and window screens. After a long sleep, I feel heartless and watch children catch willow flowers".Ni Hui's voice is soft and articulate, and it's quite pleasant to recite poems.He liked the artistic conception of this poem very much, and he reckoned that Grandpa's mood at the moment was a bit like the mood in the poem, a bit like a literati hermit.

Ni Hui caught sight of Shui Xiangdong coming out of the house, and asked, "Grandpa, is the banana tree the one in our yard?" Didn't grow up.

Grandpa said, "Yes, that's the one."

Ni Hui asked again: "Does the plantain bear bananas?"

Shui Xiangdong smiled.

Grandpa said: "The fruit of plantains is called plantains, which are bigger than bananas."

"Will our family have plantains to eat after that?" Of course he knew that the plantains grown here would only bloom but not bear fruit.

Grandpa laughed: "Maybe."

Water came east and sat down beside them.Grandpa said, "Xiangdong, who gave you your name?"

Shui Xiangdong clasped his hands and fingers, put his elbows on his knees, leaned forward slightly, and looked at the book in his grandfather's hand: "My father."

"Your father knows how to name it. Asking how much you can worry about it is like a river of spring water flowing eastward." Grandpa is also a lover of literature and art.

Ni Hui said in his heart, the name is a good name, isn't the artistic conception bleak? It really doesn't matter.

Shui Xiangdong laughed: "Yes, my father said it before, that's the origin."

Grandpa suddenly sighed: "Your father is a very cultured person, what a pity." He stopped talking at this point, "Is your brother better?"

Shui nodded to the east: "It's much better."

Ni Hui felt that the question about grandpa was superfluous. Shui Xiangyang lived in his home and could see him every day. Why didn't he know about his situation, but when he mentioned Shui Xiangdong's father just now, the old man felt that he had made a slip of the tongue and wanted to cover it up.

Ni Hui didn't want to stay with Shui Xiangdong, he stood up: "Grandpa, I'm going to practice calligraphy."

Grandpa said approvingly: "Go."

Ni Hui entered the study room. There was a big desk in the study room. It was the place where Grandpa used to write brush characters. It was more than one meter high. Ni Hui couldn't reach it, so he sat on a high chair to write.

Grandpa's study room is Ni Hui's favorite place, and there is a lingering fragrance of books and ink in it, which makes him feel at ease.He spread out the tracing red book, opened the ink bottle, poured some into the inkstone, mixed some water, and stirred well.Grandpa doesn’t mix water when he writes, the ink needs to be thick to make the characters look good, but he thinks that the ink that doesn’t mix with water is too thick, and it’s too wasteful to practice calligraphy.

As soon as Ni Hui mixed the ink, his grandfather came to the study, followed by the water to the east, and the grandfather said: "Xiangdong is also coming to write big characters. They have big characters for their school summer homework."

Ni Hui said in his heart, if there is a school that assigns big characters in summer homework, let's find an excuse.

Shui Xiangdong said, "I don't have a writing brush. I'll write after Ni Hui finishes writing. Ni Hui, can you lend me your pen?"

Ni Hui said coldly, "Wait until I finish writing." He took a deep breath, and began to write with a correct posture, because Shui Xiangdong was staring at him, and his first character was drawn out of the grid.Ni Hui was very depressed, he stopped holding the pen, and kept complaining in his heart, what to look at, it's disgusting, let's go.

Shui Xiangdong probably knew that Ni Hui was a little embarrassed, so he turned to look at the books on the shelf.Ni Hui caught a glimpse of him leaving, and then began to write again.Grandpa has already spread the rice paper aside and started his daily routine.

The water turned around to the east, took a thick book in his hand, and walked to the table to watch Grandpa Ni Hui write.Grandpa asked Shui Xiangdong while he was busy: "Xiangdong, you read "Journey to the West", do you understand it?"

Shui Xiangdong said: "I understand a little bit, but I don't understand it very well. Learn a few more words."

Ni Hui calmed down, and slowly finished today's inscription, spread out another piece of rice-shaped straw paper, re-wrote ten words that he had just practiced, and handed it to grandpa: "Grandpa, today's writing It's over."

Grandpa put down the pen in his hand: "Let me see, um, today's handwriting is good and has improved. This vertical stroke is good, and it looks like a square inside and a circle outside."

Ni Hui laughed.Shui stretched his neck to the east to see Ni Hui's big characters.Grandpa asked Shui Xiangdong: "What font did you practice Xiangdong?"

Shui Xiangdong shook his head: "I don't know, I will write according to the large print book issued by the school."

Grandpa thought for a while: "Let me find you a copybook, and you write like this." Grandpa went to the bookshelf, flipped through it, and found a copybook written by Ouyang Xun, "How about writing in European style?"

Shui Xiangdong nodded: "Okay, thank you, Grandpa Chen."

"Then go write, Ni Hui, get some of your straw paper for Xiangdong." Grandpa told him.

Ni Hui said: "The straw paper is on the edge of the table, go and get it yourself, I'm going to play with Zhang Yong."

Shui Xiangdong glanced at Ni Hui, said nothing, and went to get the paper by himself.