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Chapter 2 School

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    Many interesting things and people with deep memories start talking about them after entering school.

    As representatives of our village, first of all, the background of left-behind children must be indispensable.  There are a total of 9 family members in the entire Renjia Nian Dayuan. I was basically brought up by my grandparents. Other children¡¯s parents came back halfway, and some went out to work later.  Ever since I can remember, I have lived with my grandparents.  My parents only come home when I am on summer vacation or during Chinese New Year.  It didn't get better until I was in junior high school.

    There is a school in the village, taking into account the functions of kindergarten and primary school.  The distance from home to school is about three miles.  Yes, not kilometers, we are used to calculating in miles here.  On the way to school, there is a long section of field ridges, which is much closer than simply walking on the main road.

    The only means of transportation in the family is the 38-bike of my grandfather. I am not willing to ride it at ordinary times. My grandfather only rides a bicycle when I go to the street or visit relatives. And my grandfather is very busy every day, busy with field work, busy  Weaving back tapes, starting from memory, every morning to night, grandpa has endless things to do.  My grandma doesn't know how to ride a bike, so she always takes me by the hand and takes me to school when I study.

    Parents are not around, I always sleep with my grandparents.  The structure of our house is very peculiar. Until now, I don¡¯t understand whether it is only the rooms in our house that are built like this, or there are other places that have this kind of structure.  But none of my familiar relatives, friends, or families are like us.

    There is a small door on each side of the kitchen. Through the small door, you can shuttle back and forth in all the rooms.  Yes, you read that right, all the rooms.  Including the bedrooms of grandparents, the big and small "main rooms" are constructed with two doors on the left and right. Through the connection of the doors, one can walk from the room of the great-grandmother on the far left to the bedroom of my parents on the far right without contacting the yard.

    If you can shuttle back and forth between 6 "rooms", I will ask you if it is magical or not.  Of course, when grandparents are sleeping at night, if the connecting door is closed, the bridge will be broken, and each room will be entered from the outside.

    The layout of the grandparents¡¯ room is very simple. A carved wooden bed is placed in the lower left corner. The bed is hung with a white mosquito net.  The wooden bed has a natural log fragrance, which is very reassuring.

    There is a large cabinet at the head of the bed, made of solid wood and very heavy, it is said that it was the dowry of grandma back then.  There is a small mirror, a comb, and a few yellowed story books on the cabinet.  Soybeans, peas, soybeans, etc. in the cabinet.

    My grandma and I usually sleep at the head of the bed, and my grandpa sleeps at the end of the bed.  At the end of the bed, there are grandpa's tools on the ground, including machetes, needles, rulers, and more than a dozen tools.  The lower right corner next to the end of the bed is the wardrobe of grandparents. There are 3 layers of the cabinet. Clothes are placed on the upper layer, and there are 2 drawers in the middle. More important documents are placed, and clothes are placed below.  Then there is a dark layer below. After opening, there are peanuts and peas that grandpa likes to eat.

    On the top of the closet, about 1.8 meters above the ground, there is another row of grandpa's tools.  At the bottom of the closet are several jars, some for soaking salted eggs, some for fermented bean curd, some for watercress and sea pepper.

    The two upper corners on the left and right of the room are where the door is, and the middle aisle is where the rice cabinet is, where the rice used for meals at home is kept.  Next to the rice cabinet, near the lobby room, there is a big jar, which contains all the glutinous rice in my family, which is actually only a few kilograms.  On the top of the jar was grandma's mending basket, something like a basket made of bamboo.

    The mending tape is not big, and it can hold 2-3 pieces of clothes at most. Until now, I think it is the most amazing thing in my house.  No matter what color clothes need to be mended, or what style of buttons are lost, they can be solved by mending.

    The lights in our house are all pull-wire switches.  Pull once to turn on the light, pull again to turn off the light.  When I was a child, I used to play strings for fun, but every time my grandpa saw me, he would scold me and hit my hand hard.  If you know it hurts, you won't pull the switch again.  And know that the bulb will be flashed, the cable will be broken, the switch will be pulled and fail, and so on.

    Very early in the morning, my grandma made breakfast and woke me up. After eating breakfast slowly, she sent me out to welcome my first school trip.  I just went out, and when I reached the corner, I didn't want to go. Grandma had nothing to do with me, so she gave me a candy from her pocket, and led me to continue walking.  And my attention was successfully attracted by the sugar, and I continued walking while peeling off the sugar paper.

    Looking at the familiar environment around me, eating sweet candy, I feel that reading is still very good.  The surrounding environment gradually changed and became strange, and I began to feel uneasy, crying to go home, grandma squatted down, asked me to climb on her back, and carried me on her back.

    Just like that, after more than an hour of walking and stopping, crying and laughing, I finally entered the gate of the school.Came to the most important first starting point in my life.  Met some friends who are still very good to this day.

    The school¡¯s kindergarten is not big, with strange classmates, kind teachers, and the smile of my grandma when I turn around, which makes me feel at ease. This is the first time I read in my childhood.

    ? On the way from home to school, my grandma carried me back from the beginning, walked for a while, sent me to school, and then picked me up to go home.  It gradually changed to send me to "Xingoubian", "Sixth Team", "Outside Yuan Xiaodong's house", "Outside Second Grandma's house", and to the corner of the wall by Xiaohe at the back, watching me gradually disappear.  However, every time I turn around, I can see the familiar figure of grandma, and I feel at ease.

    As I get older, my grandma's hair is gradually graying, her body is gradually not as flexible as before, and the distance to send me is gradually shortening, until finally, she watched me go to school at the door of the house, and every time I reached the corner of the wall, I would quietly look at her  Nodding my head, looking at grandma from the corner of my eye, the figure of grandma makes me feel at ease every time.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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