One big and one small are practicing love

The energy that came from nowhere left. Then, self-awareness arises, and grief, fear, and loneliness hit at the same time.

Liu Xiaochen pulled a quilt from the bed, wrapped it tightly around himself, and stared at the red notebook on the ground again.

Was that really written by Teacher Wang? If it's true. What about Teacher Zuo? Could everything he said and done be false? I can't believe that Teacher Wang, a kind and kind teacher, could write such strong and hateful words. It is even more unbelievable that Teacher Zuo, whom I admired so much, had betrayed and deceived Teacher Wang.

But the words in the diary cannot be denied. The energy of hatred is real and violent. Like a cannon fire, it knocked down the sacred tower that Liu Xiaochen had built for many years. At this moment, Liu Xiaochen was in a panic. He didn't dare to answer Zuo Kunmin's call and didn't know how to face him.

Just when Liu Xiaochen was confused and confused, he suddenly heard a cry.

"Xiaoxiao, are you at home?"

It was Aunt Sun shouting and banging on the door.

"Wait a minute, Aunt Sun." Liu Xiaochen responded loudly, got out of bed quickly, picked up the diary, put it back in the box, and pushed the box under the bed. At this time, he saw another locked wooden box lying under the bed.

Wiping tears, I unlatched the door, removed the thick wooden pestle, opened the door, and welcomed Aunt Sun in.

"It's cold, and there's no fire in your house. I'll bring you a pot of hot water for you to drink and wash your hands with." Aunt Sun said, carrying a faded green plastic thermos and walked into the brightly lit east room.

"Thank you Aunt Sun." Liu Xiaochen said, wiping the dust on the wooden chair in the corner and saying, "Aunt Sun, please sit down."

"No, Grandma Xinxin just made another bed, so I cleaned it up. There is still a pile of clothes that need to be washed by hand." Aunt Sun said, frowning.

Liu Xiaochen suddenly remembered what Grandma Sun said that Aunt Sun gave her salt water instead of soup, and said guiltily: "Aunt Sun, is it because I made Grandma eat too much tonight?"

"It's not your fault." Aunt Sun said, sighed and said, "Oh! After she was paralyzed, her mind became unclear. Sometimes she understood, sometimes she was confused. It often happens like this, and I'm used to it. However, I usually wear it for her. I ran out of diapers today and I haven’t bothered to buy them yet. Alas! If you don’t pay attention to a small thing, big trouble will happen.”

"Let me help you wash it together."

"No!" Aunt Sun shook her head and said, "You look very tired. You have to apply for a passport tomorrow. Go to bed early. I'm here. In addition to bringing you water, I have something to tell you."

"what?"

"This house of yours, as you know, used to belong to Zhao Guangliang and his family. They sold it to you because of gambling debts. Later, their family left the village and there has been no news for so many years. Some time ago, their family came back. Zhao Guangliang and his family came back. Guangming's son has made money from his business. Now that he is old and wants to return to his roots, he wants to buy this house back. I want to ask you, do you want to sell it? "

"Not for sale!" Liu Xiaochen affirmed without hesitation.

Aunt Sun nodded and said, "Okay, I also know you won't sell it. Just make sure again and I'll tell them later."

"Aunt Sun, when is the first bus to the county seat?"

"Passing by the entrance of our village, it's about 6 o'clock in the morning, but sometimes there's a difference of ten or eight minutes between morning and evening."

After seeing Aunt Sun off, Liu Xiaochen locked the door again and returned to the east room. After sitting on the chair and thinking for a while, he stood up and without hesitation pulled the box out from under the bed.

He took out the red diary and was about to stuff it into his bag, but hesitated. Look around the room, then take off the calendars on the wall, pick a clean one and pull it off. Wrap this notebook tightly in thick calendar paper. Stuff it into your schoolbag.

If you don't believe it, go and confirm it.

At the moment, Liu Xiaochen didn't know what to do with this diary. The diary belongs to Teacher Wang and should not be read without permission. But I have no intention of seeing it. I can’t read the remaining content anymore, and I don’t dare to read it anymore, let alone let others see it.

Turning on the phone, Liu Xiaochen saw several incoming call reminders from Zuo Kunmin. Liu Xiaochen didn't even look at them and called Zhang Chengjie.

"Zhang Cheng, don't bother your mother, I won't apply for a passport tomorrow."

"What's wrong? I already told my mother."

"I'm sorry to trouble you. I have something urgent and I have to go back to Beijing immediately."

"What's wrong? What happened?"

"It's okay, you don't have to worry about it."

"Liu Xiao..."

Before Zhang Cheng finished speaking, Liu Xiaochen hung up the phone, turned off the phone, and charged it. I didn’t brush my teeth, wash my face, or take off my clothes. Cover yourself with a quilt and lie down in your clothes.

Although I had a lot of questions, I was too sleepy and tired, and the energy never came back. He fell into a deep sleep and had a dreamless night.

It's early, cold, and the stars are still shining in the sky. Liu Xiaochen carried his schoolbag and put his hands in his pockets. He walked from the path and walked ten minutes to the entrance of the village to wait for the urban and rural buses.