"I only blame for being incompetent. I have not been in high school for two consecutive years. But I have already made an appointment with several other scholars, and I am going to study together in a study in the county town. I will prepare for the test after half a year. I will leave at the end of the month. Please rest assured. He will be the high school champion in the day, and the brocade will return home, so that you and the wind can have a good life." The middle-aged man put the woman into his arms and said softly in his ear.

Hearing that he was leaving the village and entering the county, the woman could no longer hold back the waves in her heart, and the two lines of tears slid down quietly.

"French, you can go with confidence, there is something in my family, I am taking care of it. The wind is not a little doll, and it is already sensible. You can study with peace of mind and get your fame as soon as possible. Just the husband must pay more attention to the body. Don't save too much, treat yourself badly, don't have a good body, even if you have a fame, what can you do?" The woman's lips bite, and she endured the reluctance of her heart, saying sobbing.

"The lady is relieved, for the husband to go, one day is not high school will not return home!" The man gently patted the woman's back, his eyes firmly said.

The woman heard the words, her face was white, she wanted to say something, but she was afraid of hitting her husband’s enthusiasm. She had to hide her heart and grief and smile.

Seven days later, on the side of the winding road outside the village, a man with a bag and a white blouse was reluctant to say goodbye to a mother and son.

The man slammed his wife into his arms and gently kissed his forehead, then bent over and touched his head.

"Wind, take care of your mother, you will come back soon." The man resisted his heart. Said with a smile.

"Hey, the wind knows. My mother and I are waiting for you to come back at home." The boy nodded and said firmly.

The man patted the boy's head again. After a chuckle, he turned and walked to the entrance of the village, but did not look back.

Because he is afraid of this turn, he will lose the courage to leave.

His wife and children are always looking at their backs, and they have been left for a long time, until the shadows gradually drift away, eventually becoming a white point, disappearing at the end of the village outside the trail.

Half a month later, it was in a small county town hundreds of miles away from Liujia Village.

It is at noon at the moment. On a main road from west to east, the crowds are moving, and the traffickers are screaming and screaming, and a bustling scene.

A middle-aged man dressed in a white blouse, looks good and looks like a faint book, is carrying a baggage, dragging a long figure, and slowly walking towards a college at the corner of the main road.

Since then. In the courtyard of this college, there is always a candlelight lit up every night, reflecting a figure holding a book and shaking his head and studying it carefully.

After half a year. Before the red list, the crowds swayed and congratulated the voices of sighs.

"Liu brother. Don't be discouraged, this year is not admitted. You can take another test next year." The crowd is in front of the position, a Qingpao scholar. Said to a man in a white blouse next to him.

"I haven't been admitted for three years, and Liu is really a family member." The man in the white blouse shook his head and shook his head slowly, slowly squeezing out the noisy crowd.

Half a month later, Liujiacun.

"Mother, there is a letter, it is written for you!" The child held a roll of bamboo slips in his hand, excitedly ran into a paddy field with a height of one person.

The plain-clothed woman heard the words and immediately stopped the work in her hands. Her hands rubbed on the skirt, and then she smiled and took the bamboo slip in the boy's hand and opened it.

But the smile on his face gradually faded away, replaced by a faint sorrow.

"Wind, you may have to stay in the county for another year, and you will be back next year." The woman slowly put away the bamboo slips and smiled reluctantly.

The boy seemed to understand something, silently bowed his head and did not speak.

In a blink of an eye, another year has passed.

This year, the mother and the child were dependent on each other and had an unusual hardship.

There are fewer men in the family, and there is less pillars and less major sources of income. In addition to the drought in the fields this year, the bank’s harvest is not only bad, but it’s not enough. If it’s not a woman’s teeth, she’s left the old one. Niu, this changed some silver, and barely maintained the cost.

However, the same roll of bamboo slips means that men still do not have no red list nominations, and the two have still not waited for men to return home.

This is another three years.

On the bed in the old wooden house, the woman was bedridden because of years of fatigue, and now the family has no grain left, and the sale can be sold.

"Mother, there is a sly letter!" The boy rushed into the house again and rushed to the woman's bed, happy to say.

At this time, the boy is already twelve years old, and his body shape is obviously larger than that of three years ago. He is six feet tall and strong, and he is not the child at that time.

"Cough...cough..." The woman heard the words, smiled and barely propped up, but continued to cough.

"Mother, you are fine." The boy rushed forward and asked him to raise him and asked with concern.

"Cough... Feng Er, my mother has taught you a lot of words in these years. This time, my mother... cough... test you, you open, read to the mother." After the woman coughed a few times, Lying back on the bed again, the voice said a little weak.

"Lian Li, it is useless for the husband. I have not been in high school for six years. I really have no face to go back to the village to see my father and my father. But I am thinking about you and the wind, and you are both good and hopeful. Mother, he is again No..." The boy read the back, and the original excitement gradually faded.

"Wind... Cough... Fast, go get a pen and paper, and send you a letter." The woman heard the words and said anxiously.

Half a month later, in the town's college room, the man in the white shirt with a sly face, holding a book, just couldn't see his wife's automatic pen, but his child's tender handwriting.

"French, I am all well with the wind, and although I can read it with confidence, we are at home in high school. You are not only reading and literate, but your body is also growing stronger. He hopes that one day he will be able to ride the battlefield."

This is another three years.

This day, before a deserted grave. A handsome teenager picked up a letter in his hand. There was a burst of anger and bitterness in his eyes.

"Mother, why don't you let me tell you, you are so sick, and I have to tell him every time that we are all well, why? I have never seen us back once, but now you are gone, but he still doesn't know.

He has lost the list this year. I really don't know if he will wait until that day. Is the high school imperial examination important to him, even important enough to not go home to see his wife and children for so many years? In the end, he still has to obsess when he realizes! ”

The voice just fell, two lines of tears sprang out, and the young man’s punches smashed onto the boulder on the side of the tombstone.

"砰", a thin crack appeared on the boulder, and the juvenile's hand was covered with blood.

At the same time, in the county's college, a white robe, Liu Ming with a face. Still reading the book day and night.

In the past nine years, he has forgotten the time, as if he is not tired when he reads a book, he looks at the book every day.

at last. The tenth time.

"Liu Xiong, you are finally in high school, or a flower."

"Medium. In the middle, finally in the middle!" Liu Ming held a paper officially with both hands shaking. The word "searching flowers" is written on the top, and the name is below. And the red square of the square.

I sneaked on my two white spots and tidyed up the grooming. Two lines of tears couldn’t help but flow out, and then I laughed.

On this day, Liujia Village seems to be extraordinarily lively.

On the only road leading to the village, a team of people is slowly moving forward.

The head of the person rides on the horse's back, wearing a red robe and wearing a high crown, needless to say, naturally this is the flower of the current, Liu Ming.

And the people behind him are also wearing red robes, banging drums, and a pair of good-looking looks.

"Liu Yanhua, the front is the Liujia Village." The horseman who took the horse pointed at the signboard of the village, and said to Liu Ming.

After Liu Ming’s eyes glanced at him, he jumped from the horse’s back.

"I have to go back by myself. I didn't expect this to be a ten-year-long walk. I don't know how the lotus roots and the wind are now." After Liu Ming whispered a word, he pressed the excitement of his heart and took care of himself. Going to the village entrance.

Looking at the gate of the village again, after the old and unfortunate signboard, Liu Ming stepped up and walked to the house where he was.

Compared with ten years ago, the village seems to be deserted. In the bustling village crossing, only a few elderly people are still sitting at their doorsteps, playing with the grain harvested in the ground.

"You are, Liu Jia, the third, you are back!"

After seeing Liu Ming's identity, a white-haired old woman who had spent a year in the armor looked as if she recognized Liu Ming's identity. Some excitedly said, but then she turned her eyes away and seemed to think of something.

"Five, your old eyes are still so good, I am back, I have a high school." What happened? Five, lotus is still okay, the wind?" Liu Ming looked at the old woman's look, a kind of uneasiness The feeling came to my heart and asked urgently.

The old woman did not say anything, but shook her head slightly and sighed.

When Liu Ming saw it, he couldn’t help but squint, and then he did not return to his home.

As it was ten years ago, it turned over a small mountain peak in the village. In a depression, there was a log cabin built with thick logs.

Liu Ming forced the house door to open, but found that the house was empty.

The dilapidated houses are covered with dust, as if they have not been inhabited for a long time.

On the table and on the ground, there are a few messy wooden pots that are already messy. It is obviously a rainy wooden house leaking water for rainwater.

"Wind, I am coming back." Liu Ming saw this and shouted.

(Second. Khan, forgetting to go to the field today, met several other authors, and the result was rushed back at ten o'clock in the evening. Fortunately, I used a lot of code on the high-speed rail, otherwise it would be too late to update. .) (to be continued...)

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