I haven't finished reading it yet. I'll show it to you after I finish. Ye Xianda was obviously reluctant, but he couldn't refuse, so he had no choice but to say so.
I just took a look at the cover. I once had a copy and read it. Wei Zi said this because he wanted to observe whether the comic book in Ye Xianda's hand was or not similar to his original one.
Have you seen anything else? Ye Xianda handed him the comic book, but asked him again.
Oozi looked at the cover and turned to the fourth page of the book. He looked carefully at the lower left edge with a drop of ink on it. He didn't say anything, but he thought to himself: This little book is really mine. A drop of ink was accidentally stained on it when I filled it with too much ink when I was learning to write pen calligraphy.
Ye Xianda saw that he was confused and asked him how he stared at the drop of ink. He avoided the topic and answered, Xianda, where did you buy this little book?
I got it from Ye Wufu in exchange for a flashlight. Ye Xianda put his mouth close to his ear and lowered his voice to tell him.
Wei Zi said that I understood and returned the comic strip to Ye Xianda. Ye Xianda asked him what he knew, and Weizi said you don't care. Ye Xianda walked away with doubts in his mind.
In fact, Weizi wanted to tell Ye Xianda the truth about Ye Wufu's affair with his villain half a year ago, but he didn't tell him in the end because he felt that he had slapped Ye Wufu in anger, and Uncle Ye had also done so. He tried to persuade them, saying that they had made peace with each other and that they should not fight over this matter in the future.
After Ye Wufu returned home, he took out a handful of pine sticks from his schoolbag and threw them into the firewood in the kitchen. Grandpa saw it and asked him, "Don't you want it?" What kind of lighting do I need when I go home from school at night?
Ye Wufu chuckled, took out a flashlight from his schoolbag, shined a beam of light, shined it into his grandfather's eyes, and said happily, are your eyes blurry?
Grandpa immediately took his flashlight over, turned it upside down, looked at it, touched it, and then asked him where he got it. Ye Wufu said, it was not stolen anyway, it was given to me by someone else. Grandpa became sensitive when he heard him say the word "steal" and his expression became serious. He said, "You said it wasn't stealing, maybe it was robbing."
It's not a robbery either. Grandpa Ye Wu Fuguan's color was wrong, and the smile on his face disappeared.
So how did it come about? You tell me clearly.
I exchanged it with my classmates for the little book "Lu Tiha Beat Zhen Guanxi to Death with Three Punches" that I often read.
If you and your classmate exchange flashlights, will your classmate's parents agree? If you don’t agree at that time, you have to return it to him.
That classmate's family was getting rich. His father was a state cadre and had money. He had two flashlights at home. He said it didn't matter if he gave me another one.
Grandpa no longer pursued the issue, but the flashlight in his hand was not returned to Ye Wufu immediately. He still said seriously, Wutomi, if you have this, throw away that, and if you get new, throw away the old. If grandpa buys you a new dress, according to your style, you have to wear it. Throw away all your old clothes.
Grandpa, I don't. Ye Wufu defended, he still didn't understand the meaning of his grandfather's words.
You picked up all the pine sticks left in the firewood corner of the kitchen and put them away one by one, and then I returned the flashlight to you.
Ye Wufu went to pick it up obediently. When picking it up, grandpa also said that the pine wood strips could not be used for lighting. If the battery in the flashlight ran out or something went wrong and it couldn't burn, couldn't the pine wood strips be used as a substitute for lighting? As soon as you came back, you threw it away, just like I bought you new clothes and you threw away all the old clothes you can wear. This is what a prodigal does.
Although Ye Wufu said nothing to his grandfather's reprimand, he still had emotions in his heart and secretly retorted: If the old ones don't go away, the new ones won't come.
Grandma asked the flashlight from Grandpa to touch it. Even though it was daytime, she turned it on to see the intensity of its light beam. She thought it was good and liked it very much, but her husband, Ye Wufu's grandfather, used the word "steal" in his words. She is extremely sensitive.
She remembered an unpleasant incident. When Ye Wufu was still young, a neighbor came to the house and scolded him, saying that Ye Wufu had taken an egg from the henhouse in the main room of his family and said some unpleasant words. : He stole eggs when he was young, and he stole eggs when he was older. Doesn't an egg count? He does not have the education of his parents. You, as grandparents, must educate him. Otherwise, he will not be able to become a human being in the future, but will only become a scumbag.
These words were so offensive that grandma couldn't help but hold back her breath. I thought: If my grandson hadn’t stolen the eggs from your henhouse, he would have been rude to you.
But she called back Ye Wufu who was playing outside, and sure enough she took out an egg from the left pocket of his jacket. She took it and gave it back to the neighbor. The neighbor felt that he had been scolded and was too embarrassed to take it, so he said forget it. Grandma was also stubborn, so she put the eggs back into the neighbor's chicken coop and left.
After coming back, he whipped Ye Wufu hard with a stick and kept yelling, "Are you still stealing other people's eggs?"
Stop stealing, stop stealing, grandma, don’t hit her. Ye Wufu looked at the stick in his grandma's hand, hitting her with his hands wherever she went, with snot and tears streaming down his face.
You kneel down. Grandma held the flashlight and thought of this. When she thought of this, she said, as long as it was not stolen, it would be no problem.
Grandpa, look, I picked up all the pine sticks. Where to put them? Ye Wufu asked, holding a large handful of pine wood sticks.
Put it on the table. Grandpa did not break his promise and took the flashlight from grandma and handed it to him.
Don't get rid of it. Grandma told him.
Ye Wufu held the flashlight for a while, then handed it to grandma and said, "Grandma, keep it for me and give it to me when I want it."
okay! It's safer to leave it with grandma. Grandma took the muff with one hand, touched Ye Wufu's head with the other, and said that grandma has become your safe.
That night, Ye Wufu wanted to go to the toilet. He turned on the bright light beam with a flashlight and went out of the back door. He walked into the toilet room on the left to urinate. The hand that took out the penis on his lower body did not cooperate well with the little hand holding the flashlight. "Bang Dong" "All of a sudden, the flashlight slipped into the latrine, and the stinking water splashed still touched his feet.
It's really broken. The flashlight is no better than the pine incense fire that fell last time. Even if it is choked out, the unburned pine wood sticks will still float in the smelly water of the pit and will not sink. If you want to continue to use it, pick it up and stick it to the ground. After the feces, urine and dirt on it are washed and dried in the sun, it can still be ignited and used as rosin fire.
This flashlight was not a pine wood strip. It was a metal shell with two batteries inside. It weighed several ounces at least. It sank as soon as it fell into the pit, and then the burning flashlight beam disappeared.
The toilet was dark, as if he had lost a treasure. Ye Wufu cried for his grandparents and stumbled out of the toilet.
Before he entered the back door, the grandparents in the house heard cries. Grandpa entered the door first and came to the corridor. When there was no light beam emitted by Ye Wufu's flashlight, he guessed and asked Ye Wufu, "Didn't you bring it with you?" Where's the flashlight? Why are you crying?
Grandpa, I accidentally dropped the flashlight into the pit. Ye Wufu stood in front of his grandfather and cried, explaining that because of the darkness, they could not see each other.
I knew it. You're a living fool. The flashlight failed in two days before it was warmed up at home. Why don't you fall into the pit? Grandpa scolded and walked to the door of the kitchen house and asked his wife, who was making dinner, to take out a lamp and shine it.
