I stood up with an embarrassed look on my face. However, Yifan didn't seem to notice my expression. She had already walked up to me and asked," Are you going home this way?”，I suddenly remembered that Yi Fan's family was from the school." Oh, right, right. Turn right ahead and take the mountain path to the mining department."" Your family is from the copper mine?”Yi Fan had just transferred to the class from the provincial capital with her parents, so she didn't know much about her classmates 'homes." Yes, your family is from the school?”I asked despite knowing the answer," Yes, turn left in front. We're almost there." Fourth grade was the age of ignorance, but for some reason, they separated the boys and girls. In class, girls were not allowed to talk to boys. Otherwise, they would be teased by the boys. Sometimes, the girls would make a scene and cry in the classroom. Yi Fan naturally knew how powerful this was, so she would not stop or ask me to walk with her.
Yi Fan had already walked past me. I was so nervous that my back was sweating. How important was face in class? Our class was very special. Eighty percent of the students in the class were the children of the field, school, and mining departments. They would always compare their family status." My father is the field leader,"" My father is the secretary,"" My mother is the director." Their parents 'official positions naturally made them higher than other students.
I didn't have a father who grew up on the spot, nor did I have a mother who became the dean. However, I also had a strong sense of vanity. I couldn't let my classmates know that my father was a blacksmith. I couldn't let my classmates see my family eating wormwood grass, and I couldn't let my classmates know that I picked up half a sweet potato that others had eaten.
Would Yi Fan tell the other students what she had just seen? Thinking of this, my heart jumped to my throat again. I didn't walk too far away from the half sweet potato. My face was important, but at this moment, the half sweet potato was more attractive to hunger than my face. This force forced me to turn around and pick up the half sweet potato again. However, there were more people on the road. There were constantly university students, men and women, walking back and forth in twos and threes. In front of these young men and women, I lost the courage to bend down and pick up the half sweet potato. I paced back and forth a few steps away from the half sweet potato. Hopefully, there would be a gap between the two sides so that I could pick up the half sweet potato.
I encouraged myself again and again to pick up the sweet potato when these people walked past. However, a few people walked past and a few people walked over. There were people walking back and forth continuously. My palms were sweating. I could hear my own heartbeat, but there was still no suitable time for me to bend down and pick up the half sweet potato.
I'm afraid I've been loitering there for more than an hour. I've started to walk past people who didn't notice me. When I came back, they saw me still standing there and started to notice me. As they walked past me, they slowed down their pace, wondering what a child like me was waiting for by the roadside for so long. Someone really started to ask me,"Are you waiting for your adult?"”I nodded randomly." It's so late and cold. Go home and wait."”
I was too embarrassed to continue standing there. I deliberately walked away slowly as if I was going home. I hated myself so much that I gritted my teeth. So what if people saw him picking up sweet potatoes?”，Thinking of this, I finally mustered up my courage and walked back in three steps. I bent down to pick it up, held it in my hand, and quickly ran away. I only dared to look up when I was far away. I looked at both ends of the road. No one noticed me. It seemed that nothing had happened. My tense heart suddenly relaxed. He looked at the half sweet potato. It was only the size of half a corn. He had been guarding it from school until it was almost dark. He was so nervous that he was about to break down. At this moment, he felt that it was not worth it.
That day, it was dark when I returned home. Mother was angry and worried about what I was doing. I opened my palm and showed the half of the sweet potato to Mother. Mother was even angrier when she saw it. She scolded me," Just for this little sweet potato, you stayed there until dark. Are you so greedy?"”When I heard Mother scold me like this, my sense of closeness to her instantly disappeared. Perhaps Mother scolded me out of worry and had no ill intentions, but I couldn't bear the sadness caused by the words "I'm so greedy".
That night, I asked my brothers to roast the half of the sweet potato that I had picked up. Due to my impatience, the half of the sweet potato that I would never forget in my life was burned to charcoal on the fire.
Since the spring of that year, our family's life began to improve. Perhaps it was because the whole society began to improve. We could already eat the vegetables we grew. In spring, nature seemed to have given the south more than the north.
After the rain, the sun had yet to come out, but the wildflowers all over the mountain had already decorated nature into a beautiful world. The most eye-catching ones were the azalea flowers. They were red, purple, blue, yellow, white, and pink, as if they were going to occupy the entire world of the mountain. They were covered in water droplets of the spring rain, like imperial concubines who had just come out of the bath. They were in full bloom and were born with arrogance. The water droplets in the trumpet-shaped stamen rolled like pearls. The colorful dots on the silk-like flower skirt were like the freckles on the tip of a girl's nose. A faint fragrance was emitted from her elegant posture after the bath. It floated to the fresh sky after the rain, and the world became infinitely beautiful and graceful.
On the towering mountain ridge, countless dazzling silver bands of light appeared overnight. This was the waterfall that the spring water had woven for the mountain. The rolling water not only submerged the small river at the foot of the mountain, but also pressed the big rocks and Camphor trees by the river under the water. The gentle river in the past had become a wild dragon of spring water. With a loud rumble, it crossed the Dayuan Bridge and rushed straight to the eastern hills.
Not only was the valley filled with the sound of water rushing day and night, but even the path to school had become a surging stream. The grass on the side of the road was also washed to one side by the torrent. It looked neat like a man's smooth hair. From time to time, he would encounter a snake swimming out of the wet grass. It had shed its old skin and changed into new clothes. In this spring, the snake was no longer so ferocious.
The shrubs on the hills and slopes sprouted new green buds. The old leaves were washed by the spring rain and radiated new vitality. Even the nameless grass on the roadside straightened its back and appreciated the new spring.
My brother and I folded a large number of azalea flowers and inserted them into the bottle, adding a lot of life to our poor family. We also hoped that the first spring we welcomed in the south would bring life and hope to this poor family. Like the other students, we came to school with a large number of azalea flowers every day and inserted them on the classroom windows and the teacher's podium. We hoped that in school, we would not be looked down upon by the teachers and students because of our poor family. Because poverty is not our fault, even though we should be responsible for not being born into this world.
In the spring, we saw that the teachers were smiling at us, and the students were more friendly to us. Like the people who liked spring here, we also loved the spring here and hoped that spring would never pass.
Azalea flowers not only gave the world visual beauty, but also could satisfy hunger. The red azalea called " azalea " was our favorite food. On the way to school and on the way home from school, we picked a lot of azalea to satisfy our hunger. The sweet and sour taste was more acceptable than the smell of Camphor.
In spring, small bamboo shoots grew on the hillside and by the river. They became the main food supplement for our family in the first spring in the south. If it was in 2011, Xiaoshan bamboo shoots could be considered a natural high-grade green food. However, at that time, when there was no oil in the stomach, eating too many bamboo shoots would be a different bitter taste.
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