Ye Wufu is not as complicated as Weizi thinks. He greets Ye Xianda with a smile every day, or whispers to him after class. This kind of body language coupled with quick words makes Ye Xianda feel that Ye Wufu is just like him. Close enough, enough to be friends. He also heard Ye Wufu say this, if you hadn't sent me homework every day, I wouldn't have taken the initiative to give it away. If I didn't take the initiative, no one would accept it.
Ye Wufu didn't want to say Weizi's name, so he just smiled tacitly with Ye Xianda and continued, "Sooner or later, the teacher will find out like this. If found out, I will definitely be criticized and punished, so thank you very much."
You still know something about it. Ye Xianda's affirmation of Ye Wufu is undoubtedly denying the ungrateful Weizi. When I think about it, Wei Zi is speechless, as if people should do things for him. Of course, Ye Xianda was also surprised. Sometimes he quietly asked Ye Wufu, why don't you talk to Weizi?
It’s not that I don’t talk to him, it’s that he doesn’t talk to me, it’s that he ignores me. Ye Wufu pursed his lips and spoke plausibly.
It seems like it wasn't like this before. Ye Xianda looked at him doubtfully.
I was like this before, and I still am like this now. I haven't changed, but he has. You can't blame me. Ye Wufu never mentioned the shameful thing that he had done to Weizi, and he pretended to be a good person who was difficult to see through in front of Ye Xianda.
Although it is an elementary school, the school also arranges several labor classes for students every week. Sometimes, students work all day long. This was of course the intention of the school leaders. One of the teachers in charge of the Chinese language class was a man named Kong Zongru who had taught in a private school during the Republic of China. He wore a pair of dark glasses and looked very scholarly.
He was a very conscientious teacher. Seeing that students had too many labor classes and were delaying their studies, he started night classes for the first time in the elementary school at that time. It didn't matter if he had classes in the classroom, which was illuminated by gas lights and seemed like daytime.
But after class, I couldn't see my fingers outside. Many students who were better off at home had flashlights. Ye Xianda had one. He had a good relationship with Ye Wufu. When school was over in the evening, he would often use the flashlight to send him to the door of his house, and then again. Walk a short distance back to your home.
Ye Wufu clamored for his grandparents to buy him a flashlight, but his family was so poor that he could not do so because the money to buy a flashlight could buy a few packets of salt for most of the year.
Grandpa had a way to collect some pine wood with rosin aroma from the mountain, cut it into strips, gave it to Ye Wufu, and lit it as a demonstration. Its luster was better than that of a candle.
Grandpa gave his grandson a box of matches and a bunch of pine sticks, and said to him, Taketomi, after class in the evening, you can light the pine sticks without seeing it when it gets dark. It’s only a short walk home from school, and the pine sticks will be on fire. It will not be destroyed.
Let me try it on fire. Ye Wufu struck a match and lit the pine wood. He felt happy for a while, feeling that it was not easy to ask Ye Xianda to see him off at night. It was better to use his own lighting tools to be more assertive and independent.
Just when he was satisfied, Ye Wufu felt the need to urinate. He went out from the side door of the hall, turned left and walked into the toilet built with the front wall. He opened his pants naked and went to use it. Unexpectedly, when he started to take action, it seemed that his movements and consciousness were not coordinated properly, so he took it. The rosin fire I was lighting in my hand fell into the latrine and was extinguished by the sticky, smelly excrement and urine.
It was immediately dark in the toilet. He had put a bunch of pine sticks and a box of matches given by his grandfather into his schoolbag but did not take them with him. Ye Wufu, who was a little afraid of melanoma, quickly hugged his pants and called him grandpa. The title of grandma was emboldening. .
He ran back into the house, and grandpa asked him what he was shouting about? He said that he did not pay attention to the rosin fire in his hand and dropped it into the pit.
Grandpa bent the joint in the middle of his middle finger into a cone shape and said, you idiot, I'll knock you to death with a hairy chestnut (Tujia dialect: it's like the joint formed by the middle finger), and then I'll give you a piece of pine wood. You just wasted one.
Of course, grandpa didn't knock him, but grandma came to persuade him, touched Ye Wufu's head and said, Wufu, what are you thinking in your head? Is my mind wandering, will I be unable to hold a rosin fire safely?
Grandma, I didn't think of anything else. What can I do? Ye Wufu was asked this by his grandmother, and he answered smoothly.
But I thought secretly: I took the rosin fire to the toilet, and I really thought about one thing, that is, I always felt that no matter how bright the rosin fire was, it could not be as bright as Ye Xianda's flashlight, at least the light beam of the flashlight was When you go out, the light shines very far, and it is very interesting. It is easy to turn on and off, but the rosin fire is not. He even vaguely ignited the delusion in his subconscious that was not completely extinguished like a rosin fire: it would be nice to get a flashlight.
One night a week later, Teacher Kong Zongru once again held a night class for the students. When the class was over, he emphasized that the students should take care of each other and carry forward their style. Students with flashlights should take the initiative to light up those without flashlights. It was dark and the road conditions were not good. Okay, but it would be bad if a classmate falls.
Ye Xianda, who sat at the same table with Ye Wufu, was of course willing to use a flashlight to illuminate him as always. But this time, Ye Wufu walked out of the classroom, looked at Ye Xianda who was following behind and said, I don’t want your help.
What, you got a flashlight too? Ye Xianda asked.
He didn't speak for a moment, and calmly took out a pine stick from his schoolbag, "clicked" a match to light it, and then replied, "Xianda, I don't have a flashlight. This kind of pine fire is also good. My grandfather made it with me." of. As he spoke, he put one hand into his schoolbag and took out a handful of pine wood sticks to show to Ye Xianda. Ye Xianda smelled a faint scent of pine and praised, "Wow, this is no worse than a flashlight."
Xianda, you said this is no worse than a flashlight, so would you like me to exchange this pine stick for a flashlight with you?
I don't want to change. I have plenty of the pine wood strips you used on the pine tree hill behind my house, but I just didn't go get them.
Ye Wufu knew he wouldn't do it, he was just asking. But this also exposed Ye Wufu's intentions: he just wanted a flashlight. He thought: Ye Xianda said that there are many pine logs on the mountain behind your house, but there is one thing that is rare. I am the only one in our class who has it. Things are rare and valuable. Let’s see if I can seduce you.
The rare thing that Ye Wufu mentioned was the comic book "Lu Tiha Killed Zhen Guanxi with Three Punches" that he got from Oozi half a year ago.
The next day at school, he deliberately took advantage of his spare time to look through and show off in front of Ye Xianda, but he was not sure whether Ye Xianda was interested in it or not.
Unexpectedly, it really attracted Ye Xianda. Ye Xianda took the comic book from his hand and read it page by page with relish.
Ye Wufu tried again with a guilty conscience and said, "You like it so much, can I trade it for your flashlight?" Ye Xianda said without hesitation, yes!
He was so happy that he took out the flashlight hidden at the bottom of his school bag and handed it to Ye Wufu. He also flicked the beam of light towards Ye Wufu's eyes to prove that the flashlight was good.
He said that it was daytime and the effect of light was not visible. Ye Wufu conveniently put the comic book that Ye Xianda had placed on the table into his schoolbag to show that the deal was done.
When receiving the flashlight from Ye Xianda, Ye Wufu held it with some excitement because this was the first time he held a flashlight and he did not have such a thing at home.
At this moment, fearing that Ye Xianda would regret it, he put the flashlight into his schoolbag, then looked at Ye Xianda and asked, "You gave me the flashlight. You have no use for it anymore. What should you do?"
Ye Xianda smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. I still have a flashlight at home. If you don't have one, you can buy a new one." Ye Wufu flattered you, your family is quite rich.
Not considered rich, but not bad! My dad works in a bookstore to get some salary. When Ye Xianda said this, he was actually showing off in disguise. The implication was that my father was a national civil servant, which was certainly better than a family where no one worked in a state unit.
As usual, Wei Zi stuffed Ye Wufu's homework book that Ye Xianda had sent for him among the thick piles of notebooks stacked on the corner of the table, which showed that he still had the same attitude towards Ye Wufu.
That time, Ye Xianda brought Ye Wufu's homework book, and without any fuss, he just stuffed it into the middle of the thick notebook.
Weizi glanced at him, and he smiled and said, I did this to save you the trouble.
Then, Ye Xianda turned around and took out the comic book he had hidden on his body like a treasure and read it while walking.
The classmate in the seat next to him asked Ye Xianda what book he was reading, so he opened the colorful cover of the comic book and showed it. A close-up image of a burly man beating someone with a fist as big as a stew bowl suddenly came into view. The classmate said, "Oh "With a sound, he excitedly read out a line of artistic words on the color seal: Lu Tiha killed Zhen Guanxi with three punches. Hey, after you finish reading it, can you lend it to me?
talk later! Ye Xianda thought as he answered: I exchanged the flashlight from Ye Wufu, so I can just lend it to you for viewing. Isn't it too cheap for you?
Ye Wufu just returned to his seat and was still looking at the comic book. Weizi called him over again. He hesitated, thinking that Weizi was a class cadre and not guilty, so he came to Weizi and asked: What are you doing to me? ?
I'd like to take a look at your comic book. Oozi begged because he just heard the classmate say the title of the comic book and remembered that he also had a copy half a year ago but was lost by Ye Wufu.
