The peasant boy of crossing

Most of the time, Fangzheng can't take care of Xiahe. He himself is busy with his studies and will soon have a college exam. He has too many books to read and too many notes to write.For Xia He who was like a wooden pile, he didn't even say a few words to Xia He.

The days slipped by like water, and Fangzheng fell in love with a scholar.This was expected, but the Fang family was obviously very happy.

"Scholarship is the first step." Fang's father was a little excited. "The next step is Juren, and then Jinshi. The next road will become more and more difficult. You can't slack off, you need to work hard to move forward."

"Yes, father." Fangzheng said, "Son remembers father's teachings."

This night, the dark clouds over Fang's family lightened a little, Lian Fang Xin came home, and went to Fangzheng's house to look for him as soon as he came back.

"Brother." Fang Dao said, "Congratulations."

"Brother!" Fangzheng's eyes lit up when he saw Fang Xin. He had always admired his elder brother, and when he saw Fang Xin, he couldn't help but threw himself into his arms, "You're back."

Fang Dao said: "I heard that you were selected as a scholar, so I will take leave of absence from my master and come home to congratulate you."

Fangzheng said: "He's just a scholar, so it's not worth my brother's special trip."

Fang Dao said: "I also brought your favorite braised pork. The braised pork in this restaurant is the most delicious. You must like it."

"Brother." Fangzheng blushed with sadness.If it weren't for him, with my brother's talent, why would he be an apprentice to the accountant.

Fang Xin looked at his younger brother's sad appearance and wanted to comfort him, but he was shocked when he saw a person standing in the corner of the wall.

"This is..." Fang Xin was puzzled.

"It's my book boy Xia He." Fang Zheng said, "Brother, let's go to the main hall."

"When did you have a book boy?" Fang Xin asked.

"When I passed the west entrance of the village that day, I saw him being beaten. I also heard that he had lost his parents. He was so thin that he might not survive the next day. I asked my grandfather and brought him home." Fang Zheng said.

Fang Xin sighed a little after hearing this, "It's a poor man."

"Brother." Fangzheng said, "When I was young, I often thought that it was all my fault... I went to the temple to burn incense and pray for blessings every year, but it didn't work. I think it must be because I didn't do enough good deeds."

"Silly brother." Fang Xin smiled and said, "Brother is doing well now. Some things are just as they should be, not something we can do. The past is in the past, and we have to look forward. .”

Xia He followed Fangzheng a little distance away, which was requested by the housekeeper. He followed the young master and was always ready for orders.

He heard every word of the Fang brothers' words, but he didn't feel much in his heart.Grandma said that he should remember the kindness of others and repay the kindness, but he should not force others to treat him well all the time. This is inappropriate.

"So it's right for others to treat me badly?" Xia He couldn't understand when he was a child, so he asked his grandmother.

How did grandma answer?Xia He suddenly couldn't remember clearly, "Is it okay, should it be or not, just let it go."

Ever since Fangzheng was selected as a scholar, Zhou Wei stopped playing with him.In fact, Zhou Wei didn't come to his house very often after the incident of digging bamboo shoots in the bamboo garden that day. He also went to Zhou's house to look for Zhou Wei.

Although Fangzheng was a bit dull, he was still a young man.There is no young man who doesn't like to play. Fang Zheng looked at Xia He and thought that he didn't have a playmate either. Isn't there a ready-made one?

"What would you order?" Fangzheng asked.

Xia He froze for a moment, then began to recall what he would do, saying: "Mow the grass, chop firewood, light the fire, cook, feed the chickens, herd the cows, and needle and thread."

Fangzheng interrupted him: "I didn't ask you this, do you know how to play games?"

Xia He doesn't. When he is free, he mostly thinks about how to solve the next meal, and rarely anyone invites him to play games.

"Forget it." Fang Zheng said, "It doesn't matter if you don't know how to play, I'll teach you."

Fangzheng took a piece of paper as he spoke, and said, "Crossword puzzles are the easiest, let's play this one first."

"I can't read." Xia He said.

"You can't read?" Fang Zheng said, "Okay, let's turn the flower rope. Although it's boring, my eyes hurt from reading."

Fang Zheng rummaged through the box for a while, and finally found a thick rope, and tied the two ends of the rope with knots.

Fangzheng said: "Hold the loop of rope with both hands, and then turn it over."

"Yes, that's it, now it's your turn."

Xia He looked at Fangzheng's white hands, then at his own thick and dark hands, and said, "Master, Xia He can't."

Fangzheng: "..."

Without making a sound, he randomly rolled the rope and threw it into the box.After thinking about it, he searched for something in the box again.

Xia He also felt that he didn't know anything, and felt very uncomfortable. He thought that Fang Zheng was about to lose his temper, and he might be like an irritable aunt, or a gloomy uncle.

Fangzheng pulled out a set of wooden sticks and said, "Then let's draw lots. Although there are only two of us, two people can play as two people."

He redrawn symbols on all 24 wooden sticks, and said: "This set of wooden sticks was given by Zhou Wei, but his heartless little one doesn't play with me anymore."

Fangzheng said: "This symbol means to laugh. If you get one, you should smile. This symbol means to hit. If you get it, hit yourself on the knee."

"Do you understand?" He said and put the wooden stick in the wooden stick bucket.

These symbols are simple and easy to understand, Xia He memorized them after a few glances, and said: "I understand everything."

"I'll draw one first." Fangzheng shook the wooden stick bucket, and a wooden stick fell out, "I'm crying."

Fangzheng hadn't cried for a long time, and he really couldn't remember how to cry. He looked at Xiahe and said, "Well, the lottery I draw belongs to you, and the lottery you draw belongs to me. Why? Sample?"

How could Xia He say no, nodded and said: "I listen to the young master."

Fangzheng said: "The stick just now doesn't count, I'll draw it again."

Fangzheng picked up the wooden stick that fell out, and said, "It's a smile. Xiahe, please smile."

Xia He hasn't laughed for a long time. His only happy life is spent with his grandmother. For a while, he really forgot how to laugh.He said: "Then why don't Xia He cry for the young master?"

"Stupid." Fang Zheng said, pinching Xia He's cheeks and pulling them to the sides, "You are uglier when you laugh than when you cry."

"Ah?" Xia He's face was pinched by Fang Zheng, and he couldn't understand why smiling was uglier than crying.

"Grandmother said that Xia He looks good when he smiles." Xia He said sullenly.

Fangzheng felt that it was inappropriate for him to pinch someone's face, so he thought for a while and said, "I'll teach you how to read when I'm free. Forget it, I'll teach you how to hold a pen first, and then you can learn to draw red by yourself."

After living in Fang's house for a long time, Xia He found that his young master is a very gentle person. He felt that the young master's serious face was more kind than the Bodhisattva in the Guanyin Hall.

As for Fangzheng, after getting along with Xia He for a long time, he can also feel his emotions from Xia He's expressionless face.For example, Xiahe would be very happy when calling him around and asking him to do something.For example, when he was busy reading and practicing calligraphy all day and didn't use Xiahe, he would feel a little depressed.

After living in Fang's house for a long time, Xia He found that his young master is a very gentle person. He felt that the young master's serious face was more kind than the Bodhisattva in the Guanyin Hall.

The first thing to rebel was the stomach. Xiahe's appetite had always been bad. Fangzheng asked a doctor to prescribe one after another a stomach-nourishing medicine, but it only changed his appetite from half a bowl to a bowl.Then there is the knee joint, which will attack when it is cloudy and rainy. The ability to predict wind and rain is more accurate than that of Fang Zheng, who is the supervisor of the sky, observing the sky at night.

The day Xia He passed away was also a cloudy and rainy day, but by that time, he didn't feel much pain anymore, not only the pain, but other senses were also dull.

"Xia He followed the young master when he was 12 years old, and accompanied the young master from a scholar to a scholar, and then became a Jinshi, and then entered the Sitianjian." Xia He said it very difficult.

"Master may have forgotten, but Xia He always remembers... I remember that wooden stick, and I also remember that bowl of porridge." Xia He seemed to think of those pasts, and the corners of his mouth twitched, just like Fangzheng pinched his cheeks with both hands when he was a child.

"Xia He wishes for the next life, to form a ring and hold grass, to repay, to repay..." Xia He did not finish the last sentence.

Fangzheng looked at Xiahe's pale face, when a gust of wind blew past, bringing moisture and coolness.He turned his head, no one knew who opened the window, it was rainy and foggy outside.

"It's so cold," he thought.