When I got home, I heard the sound of cooking in the kitchen. I stole a glance inside. Mom was cooking. At this time, if I didn't run away, when would I?
He quietly entered the house and ran upstairs to his own room. He quickly took off his torn and bloodstained clothes and threw them into the broken box under the bed. He took out a red T-shirt from the closet and put it on. Only then did he let out a sigh of relief. The danger was over!
After escaping his mother's trap, he could not help but feel relieved. He took out the small bag that the old man had given him from his treasure chest. The bag was made of some animal's skin. It felt very smooth. He brought it to his nose and smelled it. There was no smell. Perhaps it had been a long time and the smell had disappeared. The old man who had lived for more than a thousand years definitely could not take out the exquisite brocade bag made by the Jiangnan embroidery girl! I thought to myself.
He untied the string on the bag and poured the contents on the bed. There were two booklets and a small ball that rolled out, including two things that looked like jade. When he looked at them, there seemed to be strange words carved on them.
Before he could see what it was, he heard the sound of tables being set, plates being placed, stools being moved, and his mother muttering to herself. Knowing that the food was ready, his mother must be muttering to herself," Why haven't I come back yet? If I don't go down now, I'll definitely suffer later." She stuffed the things in the bag under her pillow, put on her slippers, and stomped downstairs.
She went downstairs and shouted,"Mom, I'm back."”
"You damned child, you've been crazy for an entire day before coming back! Really!" When Mom heard that I was back, she couldn't help but start nagging again, but it was obvious that she was very happy.
"Mom! I was too tired from studying, so Bing 'er asked me to accompany her to play at the Pleasure Garden today. She didn't come back at noon today, so she ate outside. You don't have to worry.”I think if we don't let mom stop preaching, we might have to listen to class and eat dinner tonight.
"Oh, you went to play with Bing 'er. That's good. I was afraid that you would go out and play crazily again.”Mom was very happy when she heard that I was going out with Bing 'er. It seems that she is very satisfied with Bing' er.
She was thinking about what was in the bag that the old man had left behind. She was so distracted that she almost stuffed the food into her nose. Her mother kept saying,"Bing 'er is a good girl, you have to cherish her." I was depressed when I heard that. There are even parents who advocate for their children to fall in love. They're only in junior high and they're already cherishing a girl? His mother was too open-minded.
"Mom, I'm full." Halfway through, I quickly put down my chopsticks. I thought to myself, if I don't leave now, mom might talk about my marriage with Bing 'er in the future, so I should leave first.
"Rufeng, why are you eating so little? You're still growing.”Mom looked at the half bowl of rice left in my bowl and scolded me.
"Mom, I ate too much at noon today. I can't eat that much now. Eat more. I'll go upstairs first.”He replied to his mother as he went upstairs.
He walked into the room, locked the door, and took out the pile of things from under the pillow. He first picked up the small ball and placed it in front of his nose to smell it. There was no smell, and he did not know what it was. There seemed to be something wrapped around it. He couldn't understand it, so he put it aside and picked up the two pieces of jade. It felt cool in his hands, and the cool air went straight to his heart and spleen. He couldn't help but play with it for a while. He liked it very much. He thought that he would give one to Bing-Er in the future. She would definitely like it. After keeping the two small jade pieces, he picked up the two small booklets. One of them was thin and seemed to have very little content. He opened the book first and read it.
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