In the early morning, the crowing of roosters from Aunt Du’s house next door rang, and Asheng got out of bed quickly.
Take a towel and a handbasin from the shelf, go to the yard to fetch water, and wash.
The well water in the morning was a little cold. When A Sheng was fucking water, he was always frozen by the well water sprinkled on the back of his hands. Today, he didn’t feel the cold at all, so he scooped water with a cup to rinse his mouth.
The cup was filled with water, reflecting the small, A Sheng’s face.
A Sheng looked at himself in the cup and laughed foolishly.
I laughed while rinsing my mouth, and I couldn’t stop the corners of my lips.
I just feel that the dew on the leaves in the yard is so cute today, and the light in the sky is so cute, even the birds are more pleasant and crisp than before.
…
Last night, A Sheng lay in the quilt, and more than once doubted whether he was in a dream.
The light has been turned off, and he has to sit up from the bed, light it up, walk to the window, touch it, touch it, it has been washed clean by him, clamped it with a clip, and dried towels and squids.
The second master’s square scarf and handkerchief is soft and silky, and it is an object that he and his father would never use.
Touching the towel and smirking, A Sheng returned to lying on the bed.
It seemed as if lying in the clouds, with a light body, as if I couldn’t feel myself at all.
A Sheng didn’t know when he fell asleep, but only remembered the dense sound of gongs and drums and the sound of singing and singing all night in his dream.
“You went to the show last night”
A Sheng brushed his teeth, held the cup in his hand, and rinsed his mouth. He glanced at himself reflected in the cup, and the corners of his lips were raised happily again.
Fang Jun’s voice rang out from behind coldly, and A Sheng jumped in shock and turned his head.
…
A Sheng stared at the eyes of black and white, and there was frightening and confusion.
The two of them have never met in the morning during the days when Fang Jun lived in his house. How could they get up so early today? Suddenly I remembered that Wu Mei likes to crow at Aunt Du’s next door on weekdays.
The donkey naturally won’t crow. The black plum likes to learn to jump onto the yard wall, and also whispers to the neck.
The room where Fang Jun lives is very close to Wumei’s shed.
A Sheng glanced at the two circles of blue in Fang Jun’s eyes, and saw his loose clothes. He was still tying his pants while walking, and he knew it.
Most of the time I was woken up by Wu Mei’s screams, so I got up and went to the thatched cottage. I saw him in the yard, so I came over.
This!
Good black plum.
A Sheng decided to go to the kitchen to get a corn before going out later.Go and reward black plums.
Fang Jun, regardless of whether he was scared or not, saw that A Sheng had not replied to him for a long time, reached out and pushed A Sheng down, “Why didn’t you say anything, but I heard my father chatting with my uncle last night.
My uncle said in person that you went to the show with the shop’s guy. Why don’t you call me and my brother?”
Fang Jun is a half-aged child after all.
The city is fresh in his mind, but no one plays with him, and no one takes him to play.
After two days, I felt bored and I wanted someone to take him to play.
He was spoiled by his mother at home. He originally wanted to take A Sheng with him when he went to the show, but the answer became a question.
…
So funny.
Ask a mute why he doesn’t speak.
A Sheng made a lazily gesture, “Will I call you if I go to the show?”
Fang Jun jumped, “Okay! You… you mute, you are so sharp-tongued! You deserve to be a mute!”
Fang Jun also studied in a private school for a few days in the village, but his words were really inconsistent.
Since A Sheng is a mute, it must have nothing to do with being sharp-tongued.
In the years when A Sheng first became a mute, he was bullied a lot.
I surrounded him, teased him for being a mute in front of him, scolded him for being a mute, threw things away, and laughed and shouted, asking him to shout…
Too many.
A Sheng was also angry before, but later he gradually disappeared.
Because I can’t get angry at all.
And he found that the more angry he was, the happier those people were.
Later he figured it out himself that bullying or discriminating against a mute is the incompetence and filth of the other party.