Ode to Pear Blossoms Part 1

Chinese people pay attention to reunion during the New Year, but for seven-year-old Yi Zhen, it is not worth looking forward to.

Yi Zhen was born in February, so this year will be the first day of the Lunar New Year, and Yi Zhen will be eight years old after the new year.

Usually during the Chinese New Year, even though it is just me and my mother at home, although it is not so lively, it is still warm.

Almost everyone in Qiuyuan went to work in various places on the New Year's Eve, even Chen Qingyuan and Shao Xiaowu went to perform. The Qiuyuan, which usually doesn't look big, looks very empty now.

Today Yuan Wangchun took Yi Zhen to a relative's house to visit, and he didn't have time to teach him. He practiced rounding the field in the yard. When he first started learning, he couldn't walk crookedly at all, but now he can walk much more steadily than before.

There was a small sound of crackling and setting off firecrackers outside the door, rushing into Yi Zhen's ears, and Yi Zhen paused.

Fireworks and firecrackers are no longer allowed in Beijing, but there are still a few small houses that set off a few cannons at the foot of the mountain. Occasionally, the sound of kicking is loud. It may be that children can't help playing, but in Yizhen It seems that the more lively others are, the more sad I am.

The chef in charge of the spoon started a three-day holiday today. When he came out of the yard, he saw Yi Zhen standing there in a daze. For some reason, he felt that the child was a bit pitiful, so he walked over and said, "When my uncle comes back, I will bring you some mountain products from home. What do you want to eat with walnuts and almonds? "

Yi Zhen said, "Thank you, Uncle."

The master spoon patted his little head: "It's cold outside, let's go back to the house and play."

After speaking, he picked up a suitcase and left, leaving Yi Zhen alone in the entire autumn garden.

Yi Zhen took a deep breath and began to practice rounding the field again.

Suddenly he heard someone knocking on the door, Yi Zhen walked over to open the door, and the person who came was actually a fat man.

The fat man held a football in his hand and said, "Zhen'er, have you seen Yuan Yi? Why is their house locked?"

Yi Zhen said: "Yuan Yi and his grandfather went to see relatives, and they will come back tomorrow."

The fat man bowed his head and scolded: "Fucking dead Yuan Yi, he didn't tell me when he went out, and he agreed to play football today."

Look left and right again: "Why are you not popular at all?"

Yi Zhen glared at him: "I'm not human."

The fat man laughed and trembled: "You are not a human being, you are just a little kid." He held up the football in his hand: "Can you play?"

Yi Zhen said: "I have played, but I can't play well."

"Just play it. Anyway, your yard is quite big. Shall we play a game?"

Yi Zhen originally wanted to decline, but seeing Fatty's eager mung bean eyes, he said, "Okay, but let's be gentle, don't smash the glass."

"Don't worry! You fat brother, I'm sure!"

When Yi Zhen was young, he played football twice with the kids in the community, but he couldn't compare with the fat man who played football every day. After two times, the fat man waved his hand: "Don't play anymore, don't you know how to play football? , I just touched the ball! I'll go find someone else to play with, and you can just leave it here to watch over yourself!"

After speaking, the fat man ran away in a hurry. Yi Zhen watched his vigorous pace from behind, and found that although the fat man was fat, he was quite agile in his movements.

Yi Zhen saw that it was already two o'clock in the afternoon, so he went back to the kitchen, heated up the bowl of glutinous rice balls that the master spoon had left him, and looked back to find a place to sit with the bowl in hand. It was empty now, but Yi Zhen still went to his small sundry table and ate slowly.

After eating the glutinous rice balls, while washing the dishes, the knock on the door rang again. Yi Zhen hurriedly wiped his hands and ran out to open the door, but three boys who were half his head older than him sprang out from behind the door. One of them held a wooden stick in his hand. Pushed him staggeringly.

The three boys went into the yard and the last one closed the door from the inside.

"Who are you looking for?" Yi Zhen asked steadily, feeling that these three people were not kind, as if they were here to find fault.

The boy who took the lead was as tall as a fat man, but not as round as a fat man. With a big middle part, he looked down at Yi Zhen: "You are Yi Zhen?"

Yi Zhen nodded.

The boy with dyed yellow hair said to the middle-parted man, "Why are you so small?"

The middle-pointed man curled his lips: "Never mind him, anyway, the guy surnamed Chen is right when he said his name is Yi Zhen."

After speaking, a stick was swung at Yi Zhen's head, and Yi Zhen dodged narrowly, hitting him on the leg.

Huang Yurong said: "Hey, don't swing it on the head, it will kill someone."

The middle-pointed man looked at Yi Zhen, who was trembling with pain in his legs, and said, "Look, is this a boy or a girl?"

Huang Mao said, "It must be a boy."

The middle-pointed man smiled: "Why do I feel like a little girl? Hey, are you a man or a woman?"

Yi Zhen covered his legs and kept silent. He already knew that these three people came to look for him.

Seeing that he didn't answer, the middle-pointed man hit him on the side with a stick again: "Are you asking me something, dumb?"

Yi Zhen was beaten and lay sideways on the ground. Yi Zhen was thin and came out without a down jacket. The stick almost knocked Yi Zhen unconscious, and his face hit the ground, bleeding out.

The man in the middle walked over and picked up Yi Zhen's hair, and lifted his face up a bit: "You are so good-looking, hey, if you were a woman, we would be more gentle, but..."

The middle-pointed man was already 14 years old at this time, and he was already interested in girls. He glanced up and down at Yi Zhen, and Shang Shi's boyish eyes turned out to be a bit wretched: "But we have to verify that we are upright, you two! Give me Take his pants off!"

The first two boys were a little surprised, and Huang Mao said, "Hey, just hit it a few times."

The middle-pointed man turned his head and stared at the yellow hair: "Take it off if you tell me, why are there so many nonsense?"

The two boys couldn't go against the elder brother's wishes, so they shrugged and walked over to take off Yi Zhen's pants.

Yi Zhen was really frightened at this time, and backed away again and again. The middle-scored man pulled his hair, and he bit on the middle-scored man's arm, and the middle-scored man yelled and threw him out.

Yi Zhen couldn't care about the pain in his body at this time, he struggled to stand up and ran to the base of the wall, picked up the piece of wood that he used to practice leg pulling, and stood there, blood oozing from the scratched wound on his right cheek .

The middle-pointed man frowned: "Stinky boy, how dare you bite me? Hehe, I think you don't want to live anymore!"

Yi Zhen clenched the wooden stick tightly, and at this time he was willing to fight, suddenly filled with anger, and the anger seemed to break through the sky, causing his chest pain, which was more painful than the wound on his leg.

He thought of the vicious woman who wanted to pay the rent, the man next door who always came to find fault when he and Xu Lao Liu lived in the self-built house, and the stick that Chen Qingyuan beat him when he came to Qiuyuan.

Yi Zhen suddenly thought that it would be good to lose this life.

With this in mind, Yi Zhen's fear when he just opened the door suddenly disappeared. He yelled, and with all his might, swung a sap at the Huangmao who was closest to him, and hit Huangmao's head directly. Before he had time to be surprised, he saw blood dripping from his head.

Yi Zhen didn't give him a chance to think about it, and threw another stick across the side, and swept it towards Huang Mao's head. Huang Mao blocked it with his hand, and was swung sideways on the ground.

Yi Zhen pointed at the man in the middle with a wooden stick, and said fiercely, "Why don't we all die here today!"

The man with a middle score was a little scared by the turn of events, especially Yi Zhen's desperate and desperate gaze.

But seeing Huang Mao shrunk to the ground after being beaten, his head was still bleeding, he felt that he had no face at all, but was fooled by a kid, shouted, and hit Yi Zhen with a stick.

Yi Zhen was small, and moved away nimbly, remembering that there was a pile of stones at the south gate, and it was Yuan Yi who hit Yuan Yi behind the wall with the stones.

Yi Zhen quickly ran to the south wall, picked up a pile of stones and threw them at the man in the middle, and swung the stick again when he dodged.

But the middle-pointed man fought a lot and learned clever tricks, and Yi Zhen was not that strong, so he took the stick and threw it over, and threw Yi Zhen out with a slap.

Yi Zhen felt the smell of blood in his mouth, and spit out thick blood from sideways.

Yi Zhen held the stone in his hand and stared at the man in the middle.

Boys’ thoughts are sometimes simple and naive, especially Yi Zhen, who has suffered accidents at such a young age, and it is easy to hate everything around him. At this moment, Yi Zhen thought to himself that he is also lonely and helpless, and it is not a pity to die .But even if you are beaten to death, you have to act like a soldier, and it is best to be able to pull them on your back.Just like just now, he really wanted to kill that yellow hair with a stick.

At this moment, the door opened again, and the fat man stepped in and said, "Who are you bullying?"

After the fat man left, he felt that Yi Zhen's football was too bad, so he dug out the football he played when he was a child from home and gave it to Yi Zhen to play with, but he didn't expect to see this scene when he opened the door.

Yi Zhen's weak body was standing under the wall, holding a stone bigger than his hand in his hand, his right face was covered with blood, like a childish fighter, vulnerable but brave.

Fatty saw the situation clearly, turned around and locked the door.

The middle-point male knew Fatty, and Fatty and Yuan Yi were famous for fighting at school, especially Fatty, who was not afraid to sue his parents, and even went to the juvenile detention center for fighting too much.

The man in the middle flinched a little, the yellow hair was still lying on the ground and howling, the fat man walked up to him and picked up a wooden stick, weighed it, and said, "Tsk, it's not very strong, but it should be harder than your bones."

The fat man didn't talk much when fighting, so he went straight up and gave the man in the middle a pestle. The man in the middle staggered two steps back and said, "Brother Miao Miao, stop fighting... I didn't know you guys knew each other... "

Yi Zhen was taken aback suddenly, the fat man's real name is Miao Miao?This... is too inconsistent with his own image.

Fatty hates people calling his real name Tian Miao the most. He feels that his masculinity has been misled by this broken name, so he throws a stick and punches the middle-pointed man in the face. Fatty is full of strength. Not lightly, the man in the middle suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, with half a broken tooth.

The remaining boy saw that the form was not right, and hurriedly wanted to open the door and run away. The fat man pointed at the door: "Whoever wants to get out of this door today, I have to ask you, Fatty, if I am happy."

The fat man pointed at the yellow hair and looked at the man in the middle: "Tell me, who asked you to come here to find fault? If you don't tell me, I'll beat him to death right away, and you will beat him first when you come to the door, and we will take advantage of it."

The middle-pointed man hurriedly said: "Chen Qingyuan, it was Chen Qingyuan who thought we came to teach this kid. He said that there is no one in the yard today, so we can clean it up as we want."

Yi Zhen was taken aback, and the stone in his hand clenched even tighter.