Chapter 5 white fence

Everyone's childhood will have some subtle, hazy, and confusing feelings.These feelings will settle in the vast black sea of ​​memory, until the moment before the last spark of life is extinguished, they will suddenly emerge, and then, like the sunset at summer evening, diffuse into the peaceful western sky, so time Going backwards, this person dreamily returned to his childhood, which was naive, pure, sparkling, and full of flowers. When I was young, I liked my female teacher... one My father was the principal of a small rural school.Our family followed him and settled in this small school.

When I was seven years old, she was assigned to my father's school after graduating from the normal school in the city.The first time I saw her was in front of our house.At that time, the gardenia tree in front of the door bloomed, a tree of pure white flowers.She stood just under it, looking up at one of the blooming flowers.Her complexion was very fair, very similar to the color of gardenias.The ten o'clock sun was slanting down from the sky, and her face was full of sunshine.In the sun, the hair on her face shone pale gold, like a newly ripe peach.As for those eyes, I just felt that I had never seen them before, but I couldn't tell the feeling.Over the years, those eyes appeared from time to time, but they were still unable to express them in words.The year before last, I visited a scenic spot in the south with beautiful mountains and green waters, and I got that feeling again by chance.At that time, I was jumping onto a stone in a clear mountain stream, just about to play with the water with my hands, but suddenly stopped: there were two black and shiny stones at the bottom of the deep, cool water, The stream was blown by the breeze and fluctuated slightly, but I felt that the two black pebbles were flickering like a mystery.In that blue mountain stream, I saw her eyes again.

"It's a beautiful flower," she said.The air seemed instantly sweetened. I sat blankly on the threshold, gnawing a large piece of dried sweet potato indecently in my mouth. While she was not paying attention, I quietly stuffed the piece of dried sweet potato into my arms. "The flowers are so beautiful!" I turned around and went into the room and pulled out a stool, climbed up, picked the flower, jumped back to the ground, and brought it to her. She took the fragrant gardenia flower and smiled at me: "Are you from the principal's family?" I nod. She put flowers on her head: "Does it look good?"

I nod. "I'll pick one every day from now on, okay?" I nod. She smiled at me again and left. After a while, there was a soft, water-like singing sound from the room in front.Now that I think about it, she can't sing.I also never heard her actually sing.But I will never forget her voice.The voice was pure and joyful, as if flowing from the depths of my heart, like moonlight shining on the fields at night. She sang it in her dormitory.Later, I often heard her sing.As soon as she sang, I sat on the threshold and ate dried sweet potatoes.He gnawed and gnawed, but he stopped for some reason, and only after a string of saliva "popped" fell onto his hand, he pulled Hun'er back to continue gnawing.

Later, a man playing the flute came, and all I could hear was the sound of the flute. Between her dormitory and our home, there is no high wall, only a low wooden fence. That day, when I came back from my grandmother's house, I felt a flash of light among the green trees. When I looked closely, I found that the wooden fence suddenly turned white. She got a bucket of white paint from her father to paint it. It's autumn, and there are light blue wild chrysanthemums blooming everywhere on the ground, making the white fence even more beautiful... two When she stood on the podium and smiled shyly at us, I realized that she is our Chinese teacher now.

Primary school students in the first grade are the most difficult to discipline. They are all restless monkeys. They sit up and down, stand upright, and the stools are not warmed by their buttocks, and they feel uncomfortable.At this time, some small actions will be taken.I remember when I was doing composition when I was a child, when I felt a feeling of repenting and changing my past, I always said this sentence: "I will never do small things in the future." Other children almost always said this sentence in the same way.There is such a sentence in the composition this time, and there will still be such a sentence in the next composition. It can be seen that petty actions are the most common mistakes at that age.After only ten minutes of silence, I began to pinch my nose, twist my body, scratch my ears and scratch my cheeks, like gnats roaming around the room.Or whispering, or playing with glass balls in the belly of the table and copper coins stolen from the bottom of the box at home.What the teacher said, I didn't hear it at all.When I was young, I was especially good at runny noses. When my mind wandered, the snots would both "cross the river".I don't know who made a "sneak", so everyone suddenly remembered the snot, and there was a "sough" sound in the classroom, like the night wind passing through the forest.At this time, I looked up again, and the teacher on the podium was shooting his gaze from above the glasses, fiercely.We hold our breath and stare our eyes like lamps, which means: We are listening!After a while, the classroom began to move again. At first, the sound was like eating mulberry leaves, and finally it was like raindrops hitting banana leaves. At the peak time, the classroom was "booming and buzzing", like the sound of a mountain torrent coming from a distance.

No one wants to teach first grade. She came and smiled.The teachers in the past probably couldn't laugh, because we never saw them laugh.She was wearing gardenias on her head, and after a while, an elegant fragrance wafted in the classroom.We did not make small moves, and we have not done so since.Dozens of pairs of eyes watched her intently.Look at her eyes, look at the curved mouth when she speaks, look at her hand holding the chalk—she holds the chalk with three fingers, and the ring finger and little finger are open like orchid petals.We only see her, but we don't hear her voice—no, we hear her voice, it's just a voice, but we don't know what she said.

It must have been ridiculous how stupid we were then. And, we don't even have snot.In fact, there is still snot, but I don't want her to see it, so I try to hold it back. As soon as she enters the classroom, the classroom is as quiet as an autumn pond. But in the mid-term exam, we did very badly, and only four or five people passed.Her father found her and kindly asked her about the situation.At night, across the white fence, I heard her crying in the dormitory. When she entered the classroom again, she stopped smiling.She asked from the first child in the front row: "Why didn't you pass the exam?"

That child is called Daguo.He just looked into her eyes, but didn't answer. "Ask you! Why didn't you pass the exam?" She was angry.We think she looks better when she's angry. Daguo stammered: "I...I'll watch you in class..." "Look at me? What are you looking at me for?" "Look at your eyes!" She wanted to laugh, but bit her lips with her white teeth.She continued to ask questions one by one, and the answer was exactly the same: "I see your eyes!" When I lowered my head and answered in the same way, I heard her panting.After a while, she cursed: "You are a bunch of bad guys! I won't teach you anymore!" When we looked up, she had already run out of the classroom.

We sat there without moving for a long time, feeling very ashamed and sad in our hearts, hanging our heads like criminals.We came to the door of her room, leaned against the wall, stood one by one and squeezed towards her door.Those who were squeezed to the door turned around and squeezed in again. If they couldn't squeeze in, they ran to the tail of the team and squeezed desperately to the door.Several girls put their ears to the door to listen, and then whispered: "She is crying." Then one by one, it was passed on like a password, "She is crying." "She is crying." "She is crying." already."...

The door opened and she stepped out. We hurried aside like a bunch of little mice. She asked softly: "After class, do you still look into my eyes?" We all stood upright, almost at the same time as if shouting slogans: "No—look——!" three She is quiet and lively, and often plays with us.Playing, she was purely a child, mixed among us, and she forgot that she was a teacher.She sometimes took us to open fields, and we were like a group of sparrows "chirping" around her.Wherever she went, we followed her whirringly.Sometimes, she suddenly started to run, and we chased after her, shouting for joy.Seeing that we could not catch up, she turned her head to look again.When he was about to catch up with her, she ran away again.That time when I went to the northeast and chased a deer in the forest, I remembered her image again.The deer is smart and cute, looking at me with gentle and mischievous eyes.I walked towards it, and it ran away lively again, like a breeze, like a soft cloud.But after running for a while, it stopped again and looked back at me, which was very pitiful. She likes us, especially me. According to my mother, when I was a child, I was very decent and very likable.Before I was two years old, I seldom drank my mother's milk at home, because I was always picked up by neighbors to play, and then passed from one house to another, and it could be spread for more than a mile along the river.When hungry, drink milk from other mothers who are also nursing their babies.When my mother's own milk soaked my clothes and swelled unbearably, she would look for me along the river, and it took me a long time to find me back home.When I was seven years old, I was very sensible, sweet-talking, good-natured, not swearing, and rarely did bad things that people hate.Probably because of these factors, she likes me very much. It was this liking that made me sick—— Her home is ten miles away from here.Every Saturday afternoon, she almost has to go home.She was going back again, and suddenly she had a thought, put her hand on my shoulder, and said to my mother, "I'll take him to my house, okay?" Mother agrees. She lowered her head and asked me again: "Going?" I nodded quickly. I followed her and happily walked ten miles. She was also very happy. She sang softly along the way and picked up a withered stalk of dogtail grass from time to time. At that time, there was no TV, so after dinner, I washed my feet and ate melon seeds, and then I had to sleep.Her family is not poor, but she can't afford a single bed for my eight-year-old child. Besides, there is no such habit in rural areas. When you come to someone, you always squeeze with others. "Whose feet shall I sleep at?" I thought to myself. "Sleep with me," she said. I stand still. She walked towards the back room with the oil lamp in her hand: "Follow me." I followed slowly. She hung the oil lamp on the wall: "You sleep on the other side, and I sleep on the other side." I still stand still. "Take off your clothes." I remember that I took off very slowly, it seemed like it took a year to take off a piece of clothing.It's not like undressing, it's a bit like skinning. "Take off the quilt quickly, it's cold." At that time, the rural children didn't even have shirts and underpants to sleep. They were naked and naked, like white strips in the waves.I finally stripped my upper body.I lowered my head and shyly looked at my naked flat and thin chest. I had never felt so ugly and awkward naked, so I couldn't help but put my arms around myself.I refuse to take off the pants below. "Take off your pants." I looked down at a flowered quilt that had been let go on the bed. I was so embarrassed that I didn't know how to deal with this embarrassing situation, and my forehead was sweating profusely.I really want to escape into the dark.But she didn't care, and went to the outhouse to get something.Taking advantage of this moment, I immediately stripped off my pants.Like a wild cat being chased, I suddenly caught a glimpse of a hole, I climbed onto the bed, and scrambled into the bed—ah, she finally disappeared! "Why are you so fast?" She said this, first took off the hairpin on her head, untied the hair tie, and shook her hair, the hair flew up all of a sudden, as if it had been tied up all day, and now finally Got free.Then, she began to undress. Like a bird in a nest, I suddenly saw someone, and immediately retracted my head into the bed.I couldn't see anything anymore, but I still closed my eyes tightly, as if I could still see some devil when I opened them.But my ears and nose were defenseless and blocked.I heard the sound of her taking off her clothes, and I smelled the warm, fresh, and special scent from her body after she took off her clothes.That smell is etched in my memory forever.Thinking about it now, I seemed to like hearing the sound and smelling the smell at that time, although I was trembling like a small prey bound by someone. Probably she lifted a corner of the quilt with her hands, because I felt a cool air coming from the other end of the quilt. She got into bed.Her feet stretched out.When it touched my body, I felt as if I had been shocked by electricity. Immediately, a warm current flowed all over my body in an instant, and flowed all the way to my chest, making my heart beat violently.Except for my mother and grandma, this is the first time since I was born that I have been exposed to an adult woman in the same bed.I was shaking a little, like a chick falling into an ice hole. "Is it cold?" she asked. "No...not cold." I felt my body trembling. "Press the quilt tightly." Because of my timidity, I didn't dare to tuck my head very tightly. "Tighten it up." She gently rubbed against my body with the back of her foot, which was a little cold. The light was still on, and when I was tucking in the quilt, a beam of light shone into the bed, and I saw her bare feet at a glance.The arches of the feet are curved, and the toes are like fresh and tender garlic.I quickly pressed the quilt down. I dare not rely on her.I just feel that her body is very hot, and it is so soft that I am embarrassed.I was tense and hot with the shyness of an eight-year-old.So, I leaned against the wall, leaned against... "Cold." She said, but leaned her body closer to me. I was already against the wall, there was no way out, and I could no longer hide from her body. She seemed to be really cold, and wanted to get some warmth from me, so she pressed her body tightly against my bare back. At that moment, my greatest wish was to have a layer of cloth on my body.I can no longer struggle.I just close my eyes.I thought of a time when I was petting a fluffy duckling just out of its shell.I put it on my hand.It wants to run, but it can't.It tried several times, but when it saw that it was impossible, it gave up, and let me docilely and meekly. Now, I am that duckling. How I felt about her body was unclear at first, just hot.It's not like sleeping under the quilt, but more like bathing in flowing warm water.Later, I slowly had some other feelings.As we grow up and experience more and more, those feelings have a subtle level, and the impressions are constantly increasing.I found that some feelings will not disappear, they will live in your soul for a lifetime, and will revive and grow from time to time, instead, the feelings that were still hazy at the beginning will be full and clear.Her body is particularly smooth, as smooth as the shiny aspen leaves blown green by the spring breeze, as smooth as a calm lake, as smooth as marble.Very soft, as soft as water, as soft as catkins.Gradually, I no longer feel that her body is hot, but feel that her body is a bit cool and shady, like snow, like the morning wind, like moonlight, like the rain in late autumn, like freshly taken out of the cool deep water. An ivory-colored lotus root is like a slightly sad flute sound floating from the depths of the forest. I opened my eyes and looked out the skylight. There is a moon in the sky, very delicate, only faintly bright, as if coated with a thin layer of frost.The sky is blue, as blue as the river. Maybe out of curiosity, maybe because the cold air made me sleepy for a while, she started to fondle my toes with her fingers.Her soft fingers are warm.My feet were slightly itchy, but I insisted on not moving.As if suspecting that the total number of my toes might be wrong, she checked them one by one.After counting over and over again, it seemed that I finally figured out the number of toes, and there was no shortage of one, so I felt relieved and stopped counting.However, her hand did not leave.She started pinching my feet with her fingers.Pinch the left foot and pinch the right foot, pinch the right foot and pinch the left foot.First pinch gently, and then gradually increase the strength.Sometimes I pinch it hard and it hurts me, but I don't cry out, just let her pinch it.Oddly, my attention wasn't all on my feet, I thought about my flock of pigeons, about catching fish in the pond at the end of the field, about mom, mom's bracelet, mom's earrings, Those gardenias in the yard... The night wind slipped in through the gap between the door and the window.The deeper the night, the cooler the wind. She wanted to be warmer enough, and wanted to go deeper into the bed, but it seemed that it was not easy to go deeper, so she hugged my ankles with both hands, pulled a little harder, and she came down a little bit, and I Because the body is much lighter than hers, but like a log sliding down a snow slope, it slides a lot deeper.When my foot touched something, my whole body trembled, and I wanted to retract it immediately, but she held her so hard that I couldn't pull it out at all.My feet, my legs, my whole body are like a pot of fire.I know, that is a pot of fire, and grandma likes me to sleep at her feet in winter.Grandma said to those old people: "The grandson is like a pot of fire under his feet." Her body was shivering from the night wind, like a leaf.She hugged me selflessly.For a while, I felt like I was going to die. I slowly came to my senses and knew where my feet were attached to her. I dare not move. In such a cold night under the blanket, she felt extremely comfortable because of the body temperature of an eight-year-old boy.She wants to guard this warmth quietly and firmly. I felt my feet on a quivering lump of dough.Many years later, when I woke up to the feeling at that time again, I felt that there seemed to be a warm home. My feet gradually became sensitive, like a wire.I felt her heartbeat: even, soft, and extraordinarily pure.I think of the light blue icicles on the eaves. After being exposed to the sun, the sparkling water drops drop by drop.Her heartbeat is like that water drop. I'm a little confused.I don't know how long it has passed, but I feel that her hands are getting softer and weaker.After a while, her hands loosened like withered petals, and my feet slowly slipped off her chest—she fell asleep. I carefully pulled my feet back and moved my body up little by little.Every inch I move, I feel like it took a century.Finally, my head got out of the bed.I curled up like a small shrimp.My body is getting separated from her body little by little.Gradually, there was a big gap between us.The cool wind was blowing, and it got into the bed along the back of my head and spine.After a while, I shivered deeply, and my body trembled slightly. She slept very quietly, snoring softly and evenly, like a gentle night breeze blowing through the mulberry field under the moon. Drowsiness hit me, and I fell asleep after a while.But I slept very restlessly, and I was startled.Because I kept thinking that I had to get dressed before she woke up. In the middle of the night, she seemed to have lost something in her sleep, so she subconsciously searched under the blanket with her hands, and when she finally touched my body, she hugged my legs again and dragged me towards the blanket again the depths. Soon, her hand once again let me go like a withered petal.I slowly got my head out of the bed again... In the dimness, the sound of cock crowing came faintly from a distance.I opened my eyes hard and saw that the room was already white.I couldn't sleep anymore, so I crawled out of bed and got dressed.Then he folded his hands pitifully, curled up in a corner like a hungry, homeless little beggar.In fact, it was still early before dawn, and the room was white because the moonlight had become brighter.I waited and waited, but I couldn't wait for dawn, but it was getting darker and darker.Then fell asleep again.When I woke up again, it was really dawn. Shocked, sweaty, windy, I'm sick.When I walked back with her in the afternoon, my head was dizzy.After walking two-thirds of the way, she saw that I was staggering and couldn't move, and that my face was burning red, so she quickly reached out and touched my forehead, which startled her, and she looked around for no reason. Looking around, I don't know what to look for.Later, she squatted down. I stand still. She pulled me onto her back and lifted me up. I wrapped my arms around her neck and buried my head in her loose, slightly sweat-scented hair. Four A man came looking for her. I have seen many beautiful men in my long life, but none can match his indescribable charm and air.He does not belong to the kind of man who is fierce and vigorous, nor does he have the legacy of a gentleman who is reserved, arrogant, and arrogant.He belongs to the elegant and unrestrained category, but he has completely escaped the frailty of a white-faced scholar and the vulgarity of a greasy face.He is only one in this world. He can play the flute. It seemed that he came here to play the flute just for her.Not long after he arrived, I could hear the flute.But not long after the sound of the flute stopped, I soon heard the sound of his leaving footsteps.He always arrives at dusk.In front of the campus is a lotus field with dozens of hectares.He never entered her dormitory, but invited her to the edge of the lotus field.I have seen their gestures by moonlight several times.He leaned against a big tree, and she sat quietly by the field, not looking at him, but holding her chin, looking towards the distance of the lotus field.The fields of lotus leaves are turned by the wind.There seemed to be a beautiful elf floating in the distance, calling her. I still think that the most beautiful musical instrument in the world is the flute. He plays the flute very well.For a while, the sound was like blue crystal hail jumping on the blue crystal ice, for a while it was like a slender beam of golden light streaking across the lotus field, and for a while it was like someone throwing a few stones into a clear pool.As soon as the flute sounded, it seemed that everything was silent.Under the high and mysterious night sky, there is only this flute sound. The ecstasy of the flute often takes my soul away.It made my childhood very pure and full of fantasy.In the years to come, when my heart has some vulgar thoughts, when my soul is stained with some stains, the sound of the flute that is as clear as a deep valley and deep pool can always be heard in my ears. Sometimes, I feel an inexplicable hatred for that man in my heart... Fives I grow up to ten years old. Ten is an absurd age. I became so ridiculous that I should be so happy to express myself in front of her.In this year, I have done more stupid things than I have done in my whole life. I am a boy, but I am naturally timid and unmanly.I blush easily and am ashamed to see people.I was also afraid of the night. I didn’t dare to get up to pee at night. When I was in a hurry, I closed my eyes and called my mother to light the lamp.And often before the mother is awakened from a sound sleep, the urine rushes out like a waterfall.There are always quilts hanging on the tree branches in front of my house, and there are many strange-shaped light yellow marks on them, which look like abstract paintings.That's my masterpiece.Since she came to her father's school, this kind of thing was much less, only occasionally.At that time, I always begged my mother not to hold my art exhibition in front of the door.I don't want her to see it.At the age of nine, this kind of embarrassment is completely eliminated.But courage is still as small as mung beans.And when I was ten years old, suddenly, I became daring.In the dark night, the wind was howling, and the wilderness looked like ghosts and ghosts. I dared to go to the intersection alone to meet her who was teaching other children. "You're so brave," she said. "I'm not afraid! I'm not afraid of anything. I was very courageous when I was a child." I felt very proud, and I lied and boasted shamelessly.But in the darkness, my legs were trembling like two reeds in the autumn wind. In the history of my childhood, the most glorious page is that ride on the bull-- There is a wild bull in the village, which is much more majestic than the one I wrote about in "Manatee", and it is more sinister.Spaniards often show bullfighting scenes on TV these days.The scene was soul-stirring.Whenever I see those tough and tricky cows with their heads up and their hips, twisting their bodies, and running wildly like convulsions, I will naturally think of that beast.It knocked down a mud-walled hut and nearly killed its occupant.Once in a wild attack, it pulled the cattle stake out of the ground and ran for dozens of miles in a whirlwind, injuring three people, one of whom was almost killed by its horns.So far, no one has dared to care about its back. That day, its owner tied it to a tree in front of the school to let it eat grass. The teachers and students of the primary school watched from a distance. I don't know who said: "Who dares to ride on it?" So many people asked: "Who dares to ride on it?" I always felt that the male teachers were a little bit jealous of me, always trying to make me make a fool of myself in front of her, even though I was only ten years old.Now I understand that ten years old, twenty years old, thirty years old, they are all men anyway.The same is true of the female teachers. One female teacher, who completely forgot my age, grabbed my hand, pulled me to the front, raised my hand, and announced loudly to everyone that she dared to ride . I quickly buried my ass. The male teachers and the children all cried out. Then I caught a glimpse of her—she was standing there, smiling slightly flushed. At that time, I felt that the whole world was jealous of me and wanted to embarrass me.When they were about to make jokes with great enthusiasm, I rushed out of the crowd and walked towards the bull step by step... I felt the deathly silence behind me, and they all seemed to have had a stroke.When I was a few steps away from the bull, the female teacher first cried out in panic: "return!" "Come back!" They were terrified. I heard her almost desperate cry: "Don't—go—!" And I ignored it and continued walking towards it. The bull raised its huge head, and I saw the pair of amber gloomy eyes and heard its rough panting. There was deathly silence behind him. I wiped the sweat off my face, sped up again and again, jumped up, reached out and grabbed the mane on its back, and then jumped up and rode on its back—this was probably the best time in my life. The first and last heroic. The cow was weird and hardly moved.It probably never dreamed that there would be a ten-year-old kid crawling on its back.When it realized that there was indeed an accident, I was already riding on its back steadily. The moment I look down on the crowd, I feel like I've grown up and become great. The barbarian immediately went mad.I clung tightly to its mane.I felt like my guts were going to be snapped and my bones were falling apart.The blood rushed straight to my forehead, I closed my eyes, feeling like my eyeballs were going to burst one by one.The ox broke free from the rope and rushed forward with me on its back. My buttocks were constantly knocked off its back by it. Rush towards the field. Drove into the woods. Rush towards the threshing floor. Now, there is nothing in this world, only me and this cow are left.But this cow is determined to put me to death. I can't imagine my ending. In the future, I can't understand why I would think of a round oriole nest hanging in the bamboo forest behind my house, a white jumping fish that suddenly jumped into the air under the moonlight... In a somewhat unexpected turn of events, I got a respectable end: I was thrown into the water when the bull rushed to the river and suddenly found himself cornered and had no way out. The bulls were running up the field, and the people were running towards me. I climbed out of the water and stood on the embankment in a heroic and majestic manner. She pushed through the crowd and rushed to me.Her eyes were clouded with tears.Her hands grabbed mine.I felt her hands were cold and my whole body was shaking. At night, my back was so painful that I bit a piece of pillow torn... six When I was eleven, we became a little unnatural because of a sudden incident. It was an afternoon in early summer, and I was fighting on the grass with a group of children. My "golden cudgel" was discounted and I became a bare-handed fighter.At this time, I remembered that there was a bamboo pole for drying clothes behind her door, so I ran towards her room. The door to her room was closed, and I had the impertinence to push it open (she had, I reckon afterwards, have locked the door, but not securely).The scene in front of me immediately turned me into a stone that was said to have turned into a stone when I looked back by chance! I seemed to hear her scream "ah", and I seemed to see her covering her chest with her arms, her eyes full of panic and shyness. "Get out!" She stomped her feet, and the water splashed out of the tub and splashed all over the floor. I still seem to have an impression: she looked a bit like I lost my temper with my mother when I was a child. And I was so frightened that I stood motionless at the door. "Get out!" She stomped her feet vigorously, and turned her body around, "Get out..." I just woke up suddenly, like a fugitive being chased, I turned around and ran away.I don't know how far I ran, and finally ran to a deserted grassland, flung myself limply on it, and buried my face in the dense and moist grass for a long time. In fact, I didn't see anything, I just felt a ball of light shining in the room.This kind of experience was awakened many times in my later life. It was when I walked into a secluded mountain and saw a snow-white waterfall pouring down from the depths of the green shade; that was when I went to the grassland once. , when I saw a young girl pouring a bucket of fresh milk into a larger wooden bucket; that was when I once went to a northern city and saw a crystal clear ice sculpture of a girl... It was getting dark, and my mother was calling me home. I sat in the wilderness and did not respond to my mother. I didn't go home until the moon climbed over the treetops at the end of the field. I dare not look at the yellowish light on the other side of the white fence.In class the next day, I didn't dare to look up at her.That day, her class seemed to be a bit chaotic, and her voice was a bit too calm.For the next ten days or so, whenever I saw her, I always kept my head down against the wall and gave her a large open space unnecessarily.When our eyes occasionally met, she was still smiling as usual, but a shy blush appeared on her face.Many times she tried to appear as if she was my teacher, and to convince me that I was to her nothing but a child, and would always be a child. Breaking this deadlock will be a month later. The piper hasn't come for a week.I can see that there is a kind of anxiety, a kind of panic and worry in her eyes.One afternoon, she called me to her dormitory and grabbed my hand: "Send him a letter for me, can you?" I nod. I took the letter and ran.I am too happy to do things for her now.I think doing something for her now is definitely an incomparable enjoyment.I was deeply moved by the trust she gave me.I almost ran ten miles in one breath and came to the school in the town where he taught.However, when I stepped into the school gate and thought that I would soon hand her letter into his hands, the excitement just now disappeared. I didn't deliver her letter—he had been transferred from that school three days ago, and went back to his hometown on the East Sea, three hundred miles away. I hated him and scolded him fiercely in my heart. On the way home, I felt that I was walking very easily, my feet were extremely elastic, as if I was stepping on the clouds.I rushed down from the high embankment several times, and rushed to the edge of the big river to play in the water.I remember that there was a water float, which jumped like a naughty bird eighteen times on the water... seven Later, I learned from the conversation between my parents: the piper wanted to take her away, but she wanted him to be transferred to my father's school, but he quit, left her, and resolutely returned to his mother went. She still gave us lectures seriously, smiling, and passed the days away inch by inch.When I was twelve years old, when the gardenias were in bloom, my classmates and I were all admitted to junior high school because of her meticulous education.When we surrounded her and told her the good news, she turned and cried. On the third day after the list was released, I came back from playing outside, and my mother said to me: "She is leaving." "Where are you going?" "seaside." "when are we leaving?" "Just in these two days." I walked out. In the evening, I packed a luggage.Mother asked: "What are you doing?" "The second uncle went down to the reeds to cut reeds, and I'll watch the boat for him." "Didn't you already tell the second uncle that you can't go?" "I go." "You kid, you don't have a good idea either." Early the next morning, with a small luggage roll under my arms, I stared at the house over the white fence in a daze, and ran to my second uncle's house. On the same day, we sailed to Ludang, two hundred miles away. Day and night, two days later, our ship has arrived in Ludang. The dense reeds are like gold bars growing all over the ground, stretching as far as the eye can see.The water here is so green that it turns blue, and the sky is extraordinarily high and wide.From time to time in the water, I saw one kind of bird after another that I had never seen before.Some call very nicely.My second uncle went to see the reeds, and found a nest of birds, which he brought back to me.The bird is green and very cute. I like this place very much, and happily showed my second uncle the boat and helped him tie reeds. I lived in Ludang with great interest for three days.On the morning of the fourth day, I said to my second uncle, "I'm going home." "How can this work? I have only cut a third of the reeds." "No, I'm going home." "Aren't you fooling around?!" "I just want to go home!" "No!" The second uncle left me angrily, and went to cut the reeds by himself. In the afternoon, I fastened the boat to a tree, stole a few dollars from my second uncle's pocket, and finally escaped.I ran for thirty miles and arrived at the long-distance bus station when it was dark.Lie on the light chair all night, and got into the car early the next morning.I got out of the car and ran for another 30 miles. When the sun was still a bamboo pole high, I stood at the door of my house covered in dust. Mother said in surprise: "Why are you back?" But I looked at the house on the other side of the white fence with my eyes flustered. "she left." "..." "She waited for you for five days and left only the day before yesterday." "..." "I picked dozens of gardenia buds for her, found a bottle, filled it with clean water, and raised it...she couldn't bear to leave here..." the mother babbled. Sitting on the threshold, I felt that the house in front of me, which used to look warm, was a bit desolate.I didn't want to look at it a little bit, so I turned sideways.The sun drifted in the brown woods to the west.It seems to have lost its soul, looking for it in a panic among the branches.I probably felt that there was no hope, so I sank slowly. Eight In the second year, the gardenia tree did not bloom.It died of drought. Once she was gone, I never saw her again.