The past is like the wind.
There is a thin shadow in the window, half a volume of plain paper, and as I raise my hand and put my pen down, time is fading away.
In just four words, eight years have passed.
Passing through the time-worn windows, thin pens on plain paper, and wisps of mist and rain falling between the brows, the golden years are softened.
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 were lightly dressing up.
Let the flowers and grass be fragrant, let the years go by, you see, when the rain falls, it will be like your passing: not intentional, not obsessed, the gentle waves spread, from morning to dusk to forever.
And he, staring at the Tang poetry 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 incredible.
Now, thinking about it, I still feel overwhelmed, but who can influence the spread of that news? Who can let 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 fluttering piece of paper ruined all his dreams.
His two years and four months of hard work were shattered into powder and wasted in an instant.
How is a song sung? My heart hurts so much that I can’t breathe!
But he didn't cry. It is said that when the heart is bleeding, tears cannot be shed.
Is that how he feels?
He doesn't know it himself.
All he knew was that everything changed after that.
Later, Lai Lai held his bleeding thumb and started crying in panic. What should I do? What to do?
He blinked and raised his hand numbly, looking at the thumb held by Lai Lai. A thin layer of skin had been cut off and pulled down along the belly of the thumb.
Looking at the cut off layer of skin, blood was still gushing 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 bloody thumb, he blinked, but unexpectedly, he didn't feel any pain.
Okay, what about the one where the fingers are connected to the heart?
Or did he accidentally drop the chili oil and splash it on his hand?
He withdrew his hand and put it in front of his eyes to look at it. It seemed like it wasn't chili oil?
It seemed like he was really hurt.
Liu Ruixuan blinked his eyes, raised his hand to wipe his face, then walked to the house numbly, 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 accidentally touched his body, his mother would wrap it 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 had 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.
It is easy for a mother to go from being frugal to being extravagant, but it is difficult to go from being extravagant to being frugal.
What's more, they are just a subsistence family.
He walked out of the room and walked up to Lai Lai. He asked Lai Lai and helped him cut a little bit of the gauze, then wrap it around his thumb and tie it tightly with wool.
Is this okay?
Hu Lai was stunned, looking at the thumb 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 at Liu Ruixuan's bleeding thumb carefully, "Fortunately, it's not heavy."
After finishing, 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 is Teacher Zhang looking for?
Hu Lai on the side quickly followed, "Rui, let me help you find white hemostatic tablets."
Liu Ruixuan didn't look back or answer. He walked to the 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 pill on the chopping board and crushed the pills into fine powder. He glanced at Liu Ruixuan's hand and cut off a section of the gauze with the knife.
Then, he held Liu Ruixuan's hand carefully, gently held up the thin layer of skin that had slipped off with a corner of the gauze, and then carefully pressed the gauze and medicinal powder onto the wound, and then wrapped the gauze around it. 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."
"Rui, didn't you have to tie it up just now?" 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 at Teacher Zhang.
It really doesn't need to be fastened.
He hasn't felt any pain yet.
"Is it really not necessary to tie it?" He asked again in a nonchalant manner, "I see that when my mother bound my legs before, she always had to tie them up."
"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, then 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 The medicine will 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 exact, he was looking down.
He is already 1.2 meters tall.
Rui is also 1.7 meters tall.
However, Teacher Zhang is still the teacher they respect most.
Things are different now.
yes.
Hu Lai responded softly in his heart. Three or four years ago, he was always the one receiving support.
Now, it is his unsatisfactory father who is supporting his grandson.
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.
Rui and his dream were left together in this summer, and the fallen leaves barren the whole world.
Why is this so?
They just want to see their cousin again. Why is it so difficult to meet her?
Hu Lai looked away, his eyes slightly moist.
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