The peasant boy of crossing

Ever since Li Xinyi received Wu Su's reply, he often felt depressed.

When I was flipping through the book, I saw the word "Nong" by accident, and I remembered Ah Pang under the willow tree, with peach-like eyes shining brightly, and said to Li Xinyi word by word: "Xinong, Shennong and Huangdi, because of their hard work and love for the people , and was revered as the Three Emperors."

Li Xinyi had to close the book, got up and began to spread paper and draw.After fiddling with some utensils, he picked up the pen and wanted to draw an autumn chrysanthemum.Among all the flowers, chrysanthemum is the one he dislikes the most, so he would not paint if he could.

There is a reason for this.When Li Xinyi was in elementary school, in order to celebrate the National Day, the school would require students to buy a pot of chrysanthemums every year.There are many small vendors selling this stuff outside the school gate, so Mother Li gave Li Xinyi money to buy it himself.The small vendor saw that the customer was a seven or eight-year-old child, so he recommended the largest and best potted flower.The results can be imagined. When the teacher came to check the results the next day, only Li Xinyi's chrysanthemum withered, and the golden petals covered the entire flowerpot.

Li Xinyi was engrossed in thinking about the unpleasant past, but kept writing.When he came back to his senses and looked at the painting he had drawn, he saw a few peach blossoms blooming on the branches, resembling Ah Pang's eyes and his ruddy cheeks.

Li Xinyi had no choice but to put down the brush and walk out of the house.

It was September, and the sky was filled with the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus.He smelled the sweet smell and thought to himself, "How long is it from late spring to late autumn? Why can a person change beyond recognition in such a short period of time?"

A leaf had fallen from the branch, an emerald-green leaf that seemed out of place among the yellow-spotted leaves.

"He doesn't believe me," Li Xinyi still couldn't help thinking, "I don't deserve his trust."

The instant heartache made him arch his body uncontrollably.

Rather than saying that Li Xinyi was forced to "run away" by the magistrate, it is better to say that this is a self-exile.

Li Xinyi has a kind of romantic pessimism in his bones. He yearns for a love. He loves both its initial ambiguity and its decisiveness when letting go, like Wu Xiaoran in his previous life, and Wu Su in his current life.

When passing by a stream, Li Xinyi suddenly felt something when she heard the sound of flowing water.

At this time, a little bright white blue is showing in the east, reflecting on the cheerful water.Li Xinyi walked over on the dew, squatted down, and let the stream flow through her fingers.

"Cold." He thought, and then took out Wu Su's reply letter from the bag.He browsed through it masochistically, and after confirming that he would not forget every word for a while, he put the two letters together into the cold stream.

The wet letter paper was rolled by the running water, and soon it shattered, sank, and disappeared.

Li Xinyi looked at the broken and sinking letter paper, the little fat man under the willow tree, his love, his friendship, just like this letter paper, disappeared forever.

Let’s say that the county magistrate returned to the yamen angrily after filling his stomach full of tea. Seeing this, the witty maid immediately poured a cup of herbal tea, hoping that he would drink it to quench the fire and not harm innocent people.Unexpectedly, Zhixian became even more angry when he saw the teacup.

He took a sip of water, and felt that he was just a Juren, and he deserved to be angry with Shangfeng and old Mr. Wei, and no one in the officialdom would not be angry!But who is Li Xinyi?No matter which onion, he dared not give him face. Was he so kind that he dared to look down on him!

Seeing the magistrate who was obviously out of breath, the aunts all pretended that they had a small life and were not clean.Even the county magistrate's wife urged people to invite the county lord's servants, but no one rushed to find trouble.

The county magistrate said harsh words in his heart that day, but he didn't expect to have a dream at night, dreaming that Mr. Wei grabbed his neck and shook him violently.He woke up from the dream and found that it was only because of a stiff neck and sore neck that he had a nightmare.He wiped the sweat off his brow and let out a sigh of relief.

Lying on the bedside, Zhixian rubbed his sore neck, his anger subsided, but fear crept up his heart like vines in the dark night.The magistrate thought of Mr. Wei with a green face and fangs in his dream, and he was shocked.He felt that he was too eager yesterday, he should have a few words in front of Mr. Wei first, and then deal with that arrogant boy slowly.

Finally at dawn, the county magistrate immediately had the four yamen servants in Wutong Village called back, and he himself took the gift he had selected and went to Mr. Wei's house to "talk about it".

Since Wu Su entered the city, every five days, he would take the written articles to Mr. Wei's house.

There are three teenagers with him: one likes to wear dark blue straight gown, and looks at the top of the head first when looking at people; one has a round face and narrow eyes, and smiles away his eyes first;

Although these three people have different appearances, they are all handsome young men. When walking on the road, their backs are straighter than others, lest others will not know that they are well-educated and talented.

If Li Xinyi were here, he would definitely use a pertinent word to describe them.

"Secondary two."

Wu Su used to make fuss when he was studying with the old masters in the village.But before writing an article, the Master would first explain to him, for example, "the significance of the way of Confucius and Mencius to the stability of social order", and then let him write an article to analyze the connotation of it from various angles.The master never forced him to write a lot every day, but Wu Su himself found it very interesting to write articles, so he often wrote them for the master to read, or analyzed them for Li Xinyi.

Among them, he still loves to analyze it for Li Xinyi.For example, he never interrupted him, only looked at him with a smile, his eyes were full of admiration and approval, which made Wu Su feel sweet in his heart.When Li Xinyi sincerely praised him, Wu Su even had the urge to do another article.

It is true that Wu Su said in his letter that he misses him very much. Now he has to read and write articles every day. With the figure leaning against the tree, I can use my energy to read again.

When Wu Su wrote the letter to Li Xinyi, there were actually many things that were not written on the letter paper.He wanted to say that he loves to eat bacon now, and he knew another meaning of a word today, and he wanted to explain it to him.He has to compose articles every day, and sometimes he has no inspiration, so he just thinks that it would be great if Li Xinyi was here, and often a few words from him can make him write like a fountain.

But Wu Su was too busy, busy stuffing stereotyped techniques into his mind, even when writing letters, he often forgot what he wanted to say the moment before.He didn't know how much the Wu family had spent to get him to be "under the door" of Mr. Wei, but he knew exactly how much the Wu family had.

But look at the three teenagers next to Mr. Wei: wearing Qixiu, hats and jewellery, jade on the left waist, and incense on the right waist.The three of them stood in front of him together, the light flashed so brightly that it could dazzle his eyes.

However, Mr. Wei did the worst when he criticized the articles of his four "outer disciples".

"The sword is slanted." Old Mr. Wei criticized.Such criticism confuses Wu Su, and it also makes him study poems more diligently and write essays more diligently.

On this day, Wu Suben brought the article and went to Mr. Wei's residence, but was told by the person sent by Wei's residence that the old gentleman had something to do today, and these students did not need to go.

It took an extra day for no reason, Wu Su didn't think about Mr. Wei's important business, but wanted to go back to his hometown to have a look.

Ever since he replied to Li Xinyi's letter that day, Wu Su has been a little worried.On the one hand, he felt that Li Xinyi might be angry if his words were harsher; on the other hand, he felt that if Li Xinyi was such a good person, if he apologized to him, he would definitely forgive him.

Wu Su lives in the county seat and has been looked after by Butler Wu.So he asked Steward Wu to set up the car and drove to Wutong Township by himself.Along the way, Wu Su was full of worries and his face was gloomy.

When Wu Su arrived at Wutong Village, it was almost noon, and when he got off the car, he realized that he left in a hurry and didn't bring any presents.

Fortunately, the wives of the Wu family were very happy to see this grandson (son, nephew) whom they had not seen for many months, especially Mrs. Wu, who was smiling all over her face looking at her taller and more handsome grandson whom she had not seen for a long time.I just greeted all the basic necessities of life with care and love, for fear that something was not thoughtful and meticulous, and my grandchildren would suffer.

So everyone didn't care about the fact that Wu Su only brought himself and nothing else, and the fact that he came back suddenly.

Wu Su had apparently already prepared a draft on the way: "The grandson is taken care of by Butler Wu, and there is nothing wrong with it. Mr. Wei is highly respected and educated, and the grandson has benefited a lot from him. The grandson returns home this time only because he has not seen him for a long time. Grandmother, mother, aunt, and younger brothers and sisters drove back with concerns and worries in their hearts. Before dark, the grandson had to go back to avoid the night road. "

When the old lady Wu heard that her grandson would go back in a while, she was moved and reluctant, she grabbed the back of Wu Su's hand and said, "You came in such a hurry this time, you can't take your food and supplies with you. You send it there. I am fine, and I have your mother to take care of it. But you, now that it is frost, you have to wear thicker clothes in the morning and evening, and you have to wear the cloak I asked you to sew this time. You can’t stay at home all day for reading, Go out more, too."

As she said that, Mrs. Wu pinched the back of Wu Su's hand, "You've lost a lot of weight, and you're not as handsome as before."

Wu Su's mother and aunt looked at their son's (nephew's) shining eyes, his increasingly handsome and resolute silhouette, and his tall and straight body, and they were very sensible and did not refute.

Wu Su still had to go to see his grandfather and father, so the Wu family's wife let him go temporarily.

After lunch, everyone questioned Wu Su for a while.During these slack hours, women who only work as female celebrities at home all day, what they lack most is curiosity about the unknown and the desire to know about gossip.

From "Is Mr. Wei's appearance as extensive as his knowledge", "Whether Mr. Wei really has six disciples", to "Are all the girls in the city prettier than the girls in the country", I asked them all.

When the elders asked questions, Wu Su patiently answered them one by one.As for the last question, "Does the girl look good?", as soon as he heard it, he knew which aunt was teasing him, and he answered "I don't know" seriously.

Seeing that Wu Su was desperately trying to hold back his legs, Wu's mother laughed secretly, but on the face she helped him out and said: "Ah Su has been driving for a long time and listened to us talking for a long time. He must be tired. He If you have to go back at night, let him rest first."

Wu Su finally escaped smoothly and went to Li Xinyi's house.

Wu Su was full of thoughts about whether Li Xinyi would be angry with him, would she show him a pretty ugly face, would she look like an angry puppy who didn't want to see you, so she turned around Turn around and turn your tail towards you.Therefore, he didn't care about Mr. Wei's business today, and even forgot to ask Butler Wu to go to the teahouse to inquire about the news.

But Wu's father is much more sensitive, as he can see from his ability to operate his son as Mr. Wei's "outer disciple".

Father Wu seemed to intuit something extraordinary this time, he didn't even care about the daily routine of scolding his son, and immediately went out to find someone to discuss.

The author has something to say: Chrysanthemums on National Day and the first transfer

When Li Xinyi was in elementary school, she went to a very strange school.

Including, but not limited to, all students in the school buy chrysanthemums on National Day, and raise the national flag on the playground at [-] o'clock on Monday regardless of winter and summer. Latecomers will be punished to stand on the podium for the whole morning.

But one thing was so bad that Li's father and Li's mother had to pay high school selection fees to transfer Li Xinyi to another school.

Here's the thing.

When Li Xinyi was in the second grade, she had a new class teacher.The teacher didn't know whether he was crazy about the bonus or just a lunatic, but he arranged for the whole class to cheat during the final exam.

Students with good grades sit in the front of the exam, and those with poor grades sit in the back, so that they are arranged one-on-one.After the students in the front are finished, pull the test paper back, so that the students in the back can see it.

Li's father and Li's mother couldn't believe it for a while, but they were willing to believe in their son.So I reported this situation to the principal, but the result was: absolutely nothing.

Li's father and Li's mother felt that this matter was related to their children's character education. In such a school, the children would definitely receive unpredictable bad influences, so they resolutely transferred their children.

There is still a follow-up to this matter, we will talk about it tomorrow.

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